God-level Selection System

Chapter 845

"Ye Chen, you knew it a long time ago?"

"That's right!"

Ye Chen nodded and said faintly: "This seat is a magical calculation. You can calculate a person's past and present life with just a finger, and you can also see the future. Naturally, this little disaster is nothing!"

"But why can't I see?"

Xia Dongqing wondered.

"This kind of puppet spirit is not the same as a ghost. There is no sullenness. Generally, there is no difference. You can see that I have been dangling in the convenience store before. No, nothing was found."

Ye Chen explained.

"I'll go to Xiaoya right away!"

Xia Dongqing immediately took off her apron and said.

"Life and death are irreversible."

Zhao Li shouted.

"Ye Chen, let's go and help!"

Jade said.

"No need to."

Ye Chen grabbed the jade and said quietly, "Don't worry, they're all right, they're nothing more than surprises..."

As the protagonist of this world, how could Xia Dongqing die easily?

This is just a little ordeal.

"Little new!"

On the way, Wang Xiaoya really met Xiaoxin again.

"Go, I will take you home."

Without two steps, Wang Xiaoya and Xiaoxin, Xia Dongqing caught up.

"Xiaoya, follow me."

"Why are you shouting! People will misunderstand." Wang Xiaoya glanced at Xiaoxindao.

"This Xiaoxin, he is not human."

"You are crazy."

"I'm not crazy, he is the pink rabbit."

Wang Xiaoya didn't believe it, so he picked up Xiaoxin and left. Xia Dongqing stepped forward and pulled Wang Xiaoya over, and then took a picture of Xiaoxin with his mobile phone.

Sure enough, no Xiaoxin image was left in the phone.

After the truth was revealed, Xiaoxin disappeared in place.

Suddenly, a stick came from behind and directly knocked Xia Dongqing out.

"holly!"

Wang Xiaoya shouted.

When Xia Dongqing woke up again, Wang Xiaoya was gone.

Just when Xia Dongqing was at a loss, the ghost of the victim who had been killed before appeared, showing Xia Dongqing the way.

Wang Xiaoya was tied to a chair and woke up dazedly. A man with a white mask in front of him said yin and yang strangely.

"You look so beautiful, you look like a doll, but what I dislike the most is a doll that can breathe..."

"So I want you to stop breathing first." The masked man took out a sharp knife.

At this critical time, Xiaoxin appeared and wrestled with the masked man.

Xiaoxin knocked the masked man to the ground and was untying Wang Xiaoya's rope when Xia Dongqing arrived.

Xia Dongqing thought Xiaoxin was the murderer, and went up to fight with Xiaoxin.

At this moment, the masked man woke up, picked up the knife on the ground, and rushed towards the two of them.

"Be careful behind!"

Wang Xiaoya shouted.

Seeing the emergency, Xiaoxin pushed Xia Dongqing away, but he was stabbed several times by the murderer.

"Help me take care of Xiaoya!"

Xiaoxin hugged the murderer and jumped down from the tall building.

Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya rushed to the guardrail in astonishment. There was only a pink rabbit lying quietly beside the murderer.

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"The serial homicide case in this city has been solved. The murderer was a 27-year-old mentally ill patient who fell to his death during the assault..."

"The details of this case are still being collected for further evidence, and this station will do further follow-up reports for everyone..."

Police station

Wang Xiaoya sat on the bench in the corridor. Xia Dongqing came out of the room after finishing the transcript. He saw a piece of cloth in Wang Xiaoya's hand and asked, "Is this Xiaoxin's clothes?"

"Well, this was found in the belly of the rabbit..."

Wang Xiaoya nodded: "I remember, when I was young, Xiaoxin was my only friend."

Have you ever had such a thing, have been contaminated with your body temperature, have listened to your thoughts, they have received love and return love.

Have you ever discarded such things, they are in a dark corner, missing you, even if you are broken, even after years, one day, longing will bring them to you.

…………

In the sky, I am willing to be a lovebird, in the earth I am willing to be a branch.

There is no end to this hatred.

Convenience Store No. 444.

Ye Chen was sitting behind the counter, carefully examining a somewhat dilapidated ancient painting. The painting was a magnificent palace with a magnificent mountain backed up, with cherry blossoms forming a forest in front, and beautiful women in the painting. The figure looks a little plump, but it is not fat at all. On the contrary, it adds a glamorous, alluring appearance, and teaches sentient beings to be upside down.

This painting...

This is the famous Yang Fei night makeup picture!

The woman in the painting is naturally Yang Yuhuan, one of the four beauties!

As the saying goes, the country is beautiful...

It can be seen that if a person is beautiful to the extreme, a strange fragrance can even be born in beauty.

Just like now, the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. On the picture scroll and in front of the palace, the beautiful and indispensable woman seems to be alive. Her body emits a strong fragrance, which makes people feel like being in a blooming. In the sea of ​​flowers, petals are scattered all over the sky, fluttering in the air, making people intoxicated.

"Holly, Holly!"

At this moment, a sudden shout came, and a young girl opened the door and walked in. She looked around the convenience store. She couldn't see Xia Dongqing. She couldn't help but curiously asked: "Ye Chen, why are you here today, Dongqing and Where is Zhao Li? Where are the two of them?"

"Ah!"

There is no need to look around, Ye Chen already knows who is here?

In the middle of the night, besides Wang Xiaoya, who would come to this 444 convenience store to find Xia Dongqing?

Immediately, Ye Chen also chuckles: "Holly, he had something suddenly just now, and he said he was going out, so he asked me to look at the store for him... Pity me, a tyrant who is worth hundreds of millions, and I will give him Xia Dongqing most of the night. When looking at the store, who can make sense..."

"What's this smell?"

Soon, Wang Xiaoya noticed something was wrong and couldn't help frowning.

For some reason, Wang Xiaoya felt that today's convenience store No. 444 was filled with a strange smell, which was very unpleasant. She couldn't help frowning at it. Following the source of this smell, she also saw Ye With the ancient painting in Chen's hand, he quickly walked to the counter and asked, "Ye Chen, have you smelled it, there seems to be a strange smell in this room?"

"It doesn't seem to be, it's basically there."

Ye Chen responded with a smile, "This smell comes from the ancient painting in my hand, it is the smell of this painting."

"The smell of painting?"

Wang Xiaoya subconsciously leaned close to the ancient painting and took a breath. She only felt that the smell was unspeakable, not smelly, but she felt uncomfortable in her heart when she smelled it. She was curious and could not help but then asked: How can the painting smell? Where did you get such an evil ghost painting?"

"It was a mad guest who stayed here. Not long ago, a sloppy man came to buy something. He didn’t even have any money. He even opened the snacks on the shelf and ate it. I was so angry that I just ate him. Throw it in the trash can by the road..."

"This painting fell in the shop at that time."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "As for the smell of the painting, it is not so much the smell of the painting, as it is the smell of the woman on the painting. This smell is ecstasy for men. Soul is an irresistible charm, but for you women, it is nothing..."

"The smell of women on the painting?"

With that said, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help but be more curious: "Ye Chen, who is the woman in this painting? How could she exude such a strange smell?"

"Looking back and smiling Bai Meisheng, the sixth palace has no color. The woman in this painting is the famous concubine Yang Yuhuan Yang!"

Ye Chen pointed to the woman in the painting and said: "Bai Juyi described in the Song of Everlasting Hatred that Anlu Mountain rebelled against Chang'an, and Tang Xuanzong fleeed with the ministers, passing through Mawei Station, and mutiny with the army and generals, referring to the imperial concubine and the country. Due to misfortune, Concubine Yang was unanimously demanded to be executed. Xuanzong was helpless. In order to appease the army, she gave a white silk ribbon. Concubine Yang was hanged to death. This is the origin of the'Sixth Army's helplessness.

"It's unfair!"

Wang Xiaoya pursed her mouth, and said in disgust, "Why are women responsible for this crime? Whenever something happens, it will be pushed on our women. What's wrong with our women's beauty? Should we die if we are beautiful?"

"Uh...I don't know if a beautiful woman should die, but, at least I know, you are not a beautiful woman, because you can only be regarded as a little girl who knows nothing!"

Ye Chen slapped haha, and did not argue on this issue.

After all, there is no need to argue about this kind of issue. The public is justified, the mother-in-law is justified, some are the emperor's own death, and some are indeed the harem.

For five thousand years, what happened in the long river of distant history, in fact, later generations don't know at all.

In many cases, history is nothing more than a little girl who can be dressed up.

In fact, who has seen the real history?

People's impressions and cognition of history are mostly derived from history books.

But what is recorded in history books must be correct?

Isn’t there a saying that history is written by victors?

of course.

Naturally, Ye Chen didn’t dare to touch this kind of thing that involved the supreme law of the world, and he couldn’t even watch the indescribable past. Otherwise, once dragged into the indescribable existence in the long river of history, even him. The body is the power of the quasi-sage strong, and it is just a matter of the other's thoughts.

"This painting should have been made by a man from the East. The house is painted in Tang style, but the mountain behind it is Mount Fuji. Looking at the flowers in the foreground, the flowers are cherry blossoms. Therefore, there is a legend that Concubine Yang did not die. , Landed in Dongying Mountain Pass County."

Wang Xiaoya was a little dizzy when she heard it, and couldn't help asking: "You have said so much, what is going on?"

"Um, I personally think that Concubine Yang was dead. After all, in Dongying at the time, a peerless beauty like Concubine Yang must be a figure of the goddess level. There must be relevant records in history, but there is no! "

Ye Chen said solemnly: "So I guess that among the envoys sent by Dongying to the Tang Dynasty, someone must be proficient in alchemy. They brought Concubine Yang's corpse back to Dongying, using secret methods to exhaust his flesh and blood, and then grinding the bones into Powder and paint are added to make this picture, so the smell you just smelled is the smell of a woman's bones..."

"what?!"

Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help but cried out in surprise.

What followed was an unbearable nausea: "Oh, no, I'm going to throw up!"

"Ah!"

Ye Chen laughed strangely from herself: "From then on, Yang Yuhuan has lived in this painting. The painting is her. She is the painting. Later, Xuanzong occasionally meets Yang Yuhuan in the painting. In the Hall of Eternal Life on the 7th of the month, the legend of when no one whispered in the middle of the night."

After a slight pause, he just continued: "After that, a large number of Tang envoys returned to Dongying. I think someone must have stolen this painting from Xuanzong's hands. Since then, Dongying has been shut in the country, and Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan will never again. Without seeing the previous side, on the other side of the sea, the emperor will eventually die, but the love between Yang Yuhuan and her has been imprisoned in this painting forever. After so many years, this painting is now regarded as a monster. Up."

"what?!"

Hearing that, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help but take a step back. Now she is just an ordinary girl after all, facing the legendary monster, she will naturally subconsciously give birth to inexplicable fear.

"Do not be afraid."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Although this painting is evil, it will not do any harm to you women, but if you change to a man, it will be interesting."

"Interesting? What an interesting way?"

Wang Xiaoya immediately became interested, and hurriedly asked: "Is it possible that this painting will not be able to eat people?"

"This time you are right."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "This painting eats human spirit, which makes people fall into the illusion in the painting. The spirit of qi is constantly passing, and it will become weaker and weaker, and eventually become weak and die."

Wang Xiaoya asked: "Where is the owner of this painting before?"

"You mean the man who was thrown into the trash can by the road?"

Ye Chen responded with a smile: "If you count the time, he should wake up too... if he lost such an important thing, I believe he will find it back soon!"

"Look, he is here."

"What about the painting? Where is my painting?"

As soon as Ye Chen's voice fell, a sloppy young man had already pushed the door in. He looked like a refugee from Africa.

A pair of eyes stared at Ye Chen.

In other words, staring at the ancient painting in Ye Chen's hand, he couldn't help but mutter: "Get it back, get the painting back..."

While talking, I saw that his face was already showing a bit of fierce light, and he had to do it when he saw it.

"Hu Ming?!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoya spoke in disbelief. She looked at the sloppy young man who looked like an African refugee, with an incredible expression on her face: "How could it be you? Didn't you study abroad to Japan? I am your classmate Wang Xiaoya! What's wrong with you? How did this happen?"