Museum of Demons

The original cold Taoist changed into a colorful tiger in a blink of an eye. His pale yellow pupils were cold and merciless. As soon as he raised his hand to the monk, Wei Yuan saw the palm of the Taoist in one eye, but the tiger claws in the other. The monk's heart.

With just another blow, the evil wind was fierce, blowing away the soul of the old monk, and piercing his heart.

Then the cold Taoist glanced sideways.

When Wei Yuan saw the real body, the tiger also raised his forehead and pressed his claws, full of anger.

Then he vaguely saw what happened before. Wei Yuan saw the tiger coming to Taoist temple in a daze. He saw this tiger climbing from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, eating people while climbing. The first person to be eaten by it was the real youth. Taoist, and then another Taoist who looks a little sleek.

The tiger climbed higher and higher and ate more and more people.

The meaning of this picture is that the first person the tiger killed was the young Taoist, and then he lurked in this mountain, constantly harming people, and also took this opportunity to continue to practice, and this majestic tiger Wei Yuan also Recognized, it was the mountain monarch who had previously escaped under the guise of Jinyu Bird.

"Sure enough...it was not Shanjun who killed the action team at Chixiaguan."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and the divinatory hexagram was over.

After thinking a little bit, he can judge that Shanjun may once again play with the method of evacuating the golden cicada, and even more than just evacuating the golden cicada. It will cut off the body, the position of the gods, and even part of the soul one by one. It is to gradually abandon all foreign objects as false, leaving only a little spirituality in the center of the eyebrows.

Leave the fake and stay true.

This is the avenue of Xiu Yuanshen.

Not only fierce and fierce, but also cunning like a fox.

Wei Yuan pondered, closed his eyes again, and used the six-line number method again.

Ning Xin was calm, a little real spirit was just reading where Shanjun is now, and then six numbers were thought of in the spirit platform, and these six numbers were used to form a hexagram image, but this time, Wei Yuan could not predict anything. All he saw was nothing but blankness and blankness, surging water and undulating mountains.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and let out a suffocating breath.

Failed.

Shan Jun may have been aware of it just now. It is impossible for Shanjun to perceive Wuzhiqi's power. It is very likely that he perceives the failure of his own cover-up method, and then concludes that he has been taken over, and then directly ‘hidden’ it.

Whether there is a supporter next to Wei Yuan, you don't have to worry about being countered, but the aura of no support can only keep Wei Yuan from being disturbed, and can't make his divination ability stronger than that of the Qin and Han Great Demon, and The only mountain king who was granted a fief.

Wei Yuan couldn't help whispering in his heart.

Not only is cunning like a fox, but also cautious like a mouse.

Holding a thin ice heart, doing fierce tigers and fierce things, seeking the truth is deep and strong, and starting with a fierce and unfeeling heart.

These ancient monsters really can't be underestimated at all.

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows. He did discover the Lord Shan himself. Because of this, he was noticed by Lord Shan. However, with Shanjun’s caution, he might not act rashly for a certain period of time and would choose to hide in the mountains. Will fight for a certain amount of stability time.

Wei Yuan wanted to get up immediately to deliver the message, but then thought that this kind of picture that the true spirit saw would need to be burned with a special jade slip, and then go through other procedures. Among them, it was cumbersome and troublesome, and it took about two days to save it. , Too wasteful of time.

He pondered for a long time, watching the happily playing in the dreamland, thoughtful.

Said: "Shui Jun, you play first, I'll go out."

Wuzhiqi waved his hand to signal Wei Yuan to go, his eyes were still fixed on the game screen. He controlled his strength to enjoy the joy of the game perfectly. After playing a round, he drank contentedly. Just reacted.

Out?

This is your dream, where are you going?

When he raised his head, Wei Yuan was gone, but since the dream was still there and the game was still there, he didn't think much about it. He bowed his head happily, pressed it smoothly, and started the next game.

…………

Wearing the filled feathers, Wei Yuan jumped out of his dream.

The spring city late at night fell into a deep sleep.

The city of steel lurks in the dark night, like a dark jungle, and on the jungle built by modern people, there are dreams hanging, as if the sun is mottled down, and the shadows are the traces of the sun falling on the earth, and Dream, this is the fruit of life passing through people's hearts.

Even if they themselves didn't pay attention.

One by one dreamland, decorated with the silent city in the dark, and the museum owner wearing a black buckle shirt fell gently, and then quickly fell in the dream city, he raised his hand, and suddenly a handful of black appeared in his hand. umbrella.

When the black umbrella opened, Wei Yuan's body violated the laws of reality, and he was blown away.

It's like a dandelion across the jungle.

He walked through the mottled, broken dream, raising his hand to press his hair to prevent the wind from becoming too messy.

After drifting for a while, Wei Yuan's footsteps finally fell to the ground. With a trembling of his palm, the umbrella in his hand disappeared. Wei Yuan looked at his hand and exclaimed, "It is really a dream. Can change."

"It would be nice if it could be the same in reality."

A piece of candy appeared in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wei Yuan recognized the next direction, jumped in dreams, and quickly went to his destination.

He was looking for the dream of Zhang Hao from the special operations team.

In fact, what he thought was very simple. Instead of finding the jade and recording it by himself, and then telling Zhang Hao to them, it would be better to let Zhang Hao see the Lord in his dream. It is simple and quick. No matter the true spirit, the breath, the ins and outs, it can be explained Clearly.

Wei Yuan wears the filled feathers and is able to stay wise in his dreams.

And this thing was rarely seen in the human world after the strange beasts of mountains and seas were expelled by Yu.

He hadn't thought about it for a while, that the irrigation feathers could still be used in this way.

If this thing can be popularized, maybe...

Wei Yuan's thoughts condensed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Ok,

Perhaps there will be a bunch of irrigated bald skins, holding banners, and angrily accusing the action team of squeezing the mountains and seas?

At this time, he felt a familiar breath and restrained his emotions.

Stopped, the front is where the members of the special operations team live. Of course, the external name is the family community of XX company, which is quite grounded.

Wei Yuan directly found Zhang Hao's dream realm, and then walked in. Although there was no help in walking in the dream this time, he himself understood that the tide was rising, and he did this easily.

Zhang Hao lives alone, the uniform of the action team is hung up, and the room is tidy.

In his dream, Zhang Hao stood on the garden path and walked forward. He saw Shen Jifeng walking towards him quickly. Her heartbeat accelerated. The young girl was still wearing a white lab coat matched by a researcher, a simple white ponytail, and glasses. It is also difficult to hide those clear eyes.

Zhang Hao plucked up the courage to speak.

But Shen Jifeng just lowered his head, pretending not to notice him, and walked away quickly.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth, and all his hands fell.

He couldn't remember the number of times that the girl ignored him. He was worried whether this junior girl who often cooperated with him already belonged to him, and immediately thought that it must be so, so he deliberately refused to pay attention to me.

Every time I chat with her, I am absent and careless.

Zhang Hao's mood is down and entangled, and his dreams have become drowsy. He doesn't even know where the petals are falling, and his mood is cold.

"..."

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that Zhang Hao, who is usually sharp and tough, would be a little sentimental.

He condensed his distracting thoughts, gestated a little spirituality with his fingers, and put in the picture of Shanjun. Zhang Hao was walking aimlessly, and suddenly realized that the path in front of him had changed dramatically. After he had taken his footsteps, he had appeared in a room.

Because it was in a dream, Zhang Hao didn't have any suspicion and didn't feel anything wrong.

He saw two monks, one old and one young, and a Taoist priest in front of him.

I was about to step forward to say hello, suddenly I saw that the Taoist made a bold move, turning his right hand into a sharp claw, killing the young monk, and then, with a stroke of his sleeve, the old monk coughed up blood and fell to the ground. Stepping forward, I don't know when there is an extra sword in his hand, and a firearm in his left hand.

He emptied the bullet in the gun, but the young Taoist was unscathed.

Looking up again, the Taoist appeared directly in front of him.

The eyes are cold.

Zhang Hao suddenly raised his hand out of the sword.

The Taoist's palm was pressed down, the sword's edge fell apart every inch, and pieces flew up. Zhang Hao's eyes widened, and he saw the Taoist's true face clearly and his pale yellow pupils. Then, the young Taoist turned into a direct form. A dazzling tiger, amidst the earth-shattering roar, threw down at him, and furiously rushed towards his face.

Zhang Hao's pupils contracted.

Then, the world suddenly solidified.

The world is enveloped in a yellowish color, like amber, the imaginary image of the cold young Taoist, the real and terrible tiger, the dead and fallen monk, the flowing blood, the flying sword fragments, everything is real, but everything stops moving, like silent.

Only the feeling of Zhang Hao's heart beating crazily made the feeling of fear emerge.

Step on, step on, step on

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

Zhang Hao turned his head subconsciously and saw the museum owner who was wearing black clothes with red moiré, and saw a black umbrella in his hand, walking closer in the faint yellow world.

Zhang Hao was shocked: "Master Weiguan? Why are you here?"

Wei Yuan said: "Something's going on."

He pointed to the tiger in front and asked, "Zhang Hao, do you know who he is?"

Zhang Hao had lingering fears, and replied: "It's Shanjun."

"I once felt a similar breath on his idol, but it was not so strong."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "It's him."

"Shanjun is not dead yet, he is still hiding in Jiangnan Dao at this moment, and he acted in the face of that young man before."

"Have you remembered?"

Zhang Hao nodded, and Wei Yuan said in a voice: "Tell the action team, please."

The voice paused slightly, and he apologized with a smile:

"Sorry for making you a nightmare."

Zhang Hao is still puzzled.

Wei Yuan smiled and didn't answer, the umbrella in his hand touched the ground in front of him.

The feathers of different birds and the understanding of Taoism in previous lives are used at this moment.

Then, Zhang Hao's dream was completely shattered. All the colors and patterns fell like broken glass, leaving pure darkness. Wei Yuan also walked out of Zhang Hao's dream. Zhang Hao on the bed was still asleep, but he would wake up naturally soon.

Wei Yuan originally planned to leave, but before he left, he thought, what if Zhang Hao thinks this is just a dream?

Wei Yuan thoughtfully saw the white paper on the table and the ink pad used by the action team.

After leaving a trace, he left.

After I went out, I planned to go directly back to see how Wuzhiqi was playing, but he happened to see Shen Jifeng’s dream not far away. His mobile phone and Wuzhiqi’s two mobile phones were all provided by this girl. Li also experienced some adventures with Wei Yuan.

At this moment, this dream seems to be the same period when he met Zhang Hao on the road. Wei Yuan was a little curious. After thinking about it, he turned out an ancient coin, raised his hand and used the money divination once to make sure that he would not run into the dream. Things that are impolite, then I enter to see.

In his dream, Shen Jifeng was walking on the road. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

She completely ignored who the humanoid creature was walking in front of her.

I ignored what the humanoid creature was doing to raise his hand.

Dai frowned, lost in thought—

"Well…"

"Today's experiment, should I use the first dose group, or should I halve it and try again?"

"Let's halve it and make another set."

The girl walked away quickly.

Zhang Hao left in despair.

Wei Yuan: "..."

…………

Zhang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have a nightmare. He dreamed about the murder of Tiger Mountain Monarch, and he was almost killed.

I also dreamed of the Master Wei Guan.

This dream is too real. Zhang Hao sat on the bed for a long time, and the feeling of lingering heart palpitations slowly eased. But I don’t know why. He knew exactly what the mountain monarch and the young Taoist looked like in the dream. He even knew clearly that this was Shanjun, and knew that he had to report.

But, this is just a dream...

It's crazy, thinking day by day and dreaming at night.

But I haven't thought about Shanjun recently.

Because this dream was too real and terrifying, Zhang Hao felt a bit dry and dry. He stood up to pour water, turned on the light, picked up the water glass, his sight shifted, and immediately saw a piece of paper on the table, startled. under.

He remembered that he should clear the table before going to bed.

So he subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and immediately his gaze narrowed. He saw the paper faintly yellow, as if after a long time. He saw the red ink on the paper turned into two ancient seal characters, the two characters Wei Yuan, clear and true. .

PS: The second update today, 3900 words, and I ask everyone for a monthly ticket~

Then I don’t know why, I suddenly wanted to give Shan Jun a personal card—

The true gentleman running the bucket with the bucket. JPG, do you want to add... cover your face