Museum of Demons

　　 Wei Yuan rummaged in the museum for a long time, and finally found a wooden box of the right size.

Backhand took out a pair of black iron scissors, first wrapped the scissors with a red cloth, and then carefully put it in the wooden box, took out the evil spirit-shielding talisman from Zhou Yi, and stuck it directly on the wooden box. On, sealed the box, and finally dripped a drop of blood on the yellow talisman, forcibly injecting the spirit to block it, and then let out a sigh of relief.

　　 This iron scissors is a feminine thing used by bone girls to harm people.

From ancient times to the present, it is rarely said that hundreds of people have been cut open their chests and abdomen by this scissors, and their skins have been peeled off. Until now, it is not known how many lives have been killed. Embroidered shoes are not the same, this is something that will really take the initiative to harm people.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to destroy this thing for the time being, but it was a bit unreliable to give it to Zhou Yi and the young man. After thinking about it, he still brought it back, relying on his own blood to suppress the evil things and the death of the bone girl. Because of the fact of oneself, press the iron shears into the wooden box.

　　 After thinking for a while, he put the evil-shielding talisman on the walls of the doors and windows, and put a talisman on all sides of the room.

　　 Then he took out the Crouching Tiger waist card and pressed it on the white paper.

　　 Along with the low buzzing sound, the mountain monarch dossier appeared again on the white paper.

　　 The majestic Lord God, the attached officials behind, and the two maids with lanterns in front are all lifelike.

　　 It's only this time that something has changed.

Visibly to the naked eye, the lantern maid on the left side of the dossier suddenly showed the color texture of white paper burned by flames, lit up with pale gold, and then suddenly dimmed, fading away from the original color, looking like this vivid and true picture of a mountain king. Suddenly there was a piece of empty space, very uncoordinated.

　　 And under the dimmed maid, a line of official script emerged.

　　 Tian's daughter, painted skin as a strange, has been killed.

　　 A stroke of blood crossed that line of official script, indicating the end of this monster.

This time, the painted skin was much stronger than the painted skin slaves he had faced before, and the little ghosts who had watched Wei Yuan, but Wei Yuan failed to get any merit. He looked at the dossier and only guessed that one appeared in his heart. Shanjun’s maid, I’m afraid it would be necessary to kill a few big monsters in this dossier, and then settle them all at once.

　　 and want to come very rich.

　　 "...Shanjun, an official, maid on the right."

　　 Wei Yuan flicked across the file one by one.

　　 He is a little curious. The record of the maid on the right has been killed, but why is there still a portrait of her on the dossier?

　　 The doubts flashed in his heart, Wei Yuan drew his sword and cut the volume apart, and the spirituality on it slowly dissipated.

　　 until the aura on it dissipated, and it would not attract ghosts to watch, then the talisman on the door was peeled off and went out.

　　 Time to cook.

　　 Pursuing and killing Painted Skin all the way was exhausting.

　　 fierce battle is even short, but extremely laborious.

　　 He is already very hungry.

　　 While cutting the pork into blanching water, he looked at the sofa in front.

　　 A bunch of ghosts leaned forward to look at the computer.

　　 Click, click, click.

Among the group of ghosts, the pair of red embroidered shoes danced briskly on the keyboard, and then called up a video. Wei Yuan took a moment to take a look. It turned out to be an acquaintance again, the surname Zhang. This time his fans were online and following. Compared with before, the number of people has changed drastically.

　　 The table is still full of various meat dishes.

　　 Still not saying a word, gobbled it up.

Grab the Achilles tendon with minced meat, grind vegetables with teeth, grind bones into dregs, pick up a bowl as big as a basin, drink the food in it with the soup, then put the basin down hard, grab the greasy burn The trotters continued to bite.

　　 An emotion that does not require words is transmitted through the computer screen.

　　 fragrant, so fragrant!

　　 Hungry, so hungry!

　　 The water ghost in front of the computer swallowed nonexistent saliva.

　　Weird...

　　 Wei Yuan stopped his movements and looked at the man on the screen.

The body and limbs that were eating and broadcasting were still thin, the same as the gentleman before, but his belly was extremely swollen, his shirt was swollen, his limbs were thin, his abdomen was swollen, and he seemed to have eaten extremely full, but still Never be satisfied, keep eating.

　　 So hungry, so hungry.

　　 So hungry! ! !

　　……………………

　　 "This is how things are..."

Zhou Yi and Song Xinghuai, a young man from Longhushan, stood respectfully, facing the screen, and told what happened today. This is the sound transmission of thousands of miles, the technique of taking pictures in the moonlight, and modern technology that could not be used by non-travelers in ancient times. Under the effect, it is already simple to do.

　　 On the screen in front is an old man and a middle-aged Taoist man carrying a sword.

　　 Taoist frowned and said, "What do you think?"

　　 "Xinghuai, you say."

　　 Song Xinghuai hesitated when he heard the master called himself, and replied:

"The disciple naturally did not believe what the demon said, but that sentence still survived for thousands of years, and the feeling of fear in it did not seem to be false. After that, the master of the Weiyuan Pavilion used the Xuanyuan Sword Art which has been lost for a long time in my Heavenly Master Palace. Now, its moves are almost the same as those recorded in the map. When using the sword, there is also the charm of dragons and tigers, so..."

　　 Taoist frowned and shook his head, and rebuked:

　　 "Absurd!"

　　 "This...Master?"

　　 "How can there be a thousand-year-old person still alive in the world? Ancient Pengzu did not have his longevity."

"As for he dipped blood into a talisman, it can only be said that he was deeply immersed in the path of the talisman, and the Xuanyuan sword art, huh, there is still the sword art map in my heavenly master's house, and no disciple in the door can Do one or two ways? How do you know that he used the Xuanyuan Sword Art's method of movement, not just that he has a deep sense of Taoism, and just picking up a sword is powerful?"

"The charm of dragons and tigers, my heavenly master’s mansion also has many techniques that can be achieved, even with the vastness of Shenzhou. Although my heavenly master’s mansion has lost the Xuanyuan sword art, it can be hidden in a hidden place in the famous mountains and rivers, and it has not been destroyed. I don’t know the transcripts I went to ~www.readwn.com~ It’s just a swordsmanship along the way. The evildoer’s words made a false statement, and he moved the Taoist heart. Does anyone really think that the Taoism is more than a thousand years old? If so, the girl who paints skin and bones treats him. Yan is just a little demon that can be destroyed easily, where do I need to use the Profound Essence Sword Art?"

　　 asked again and again, Song Xinghuai was speechless, and in the end he could only bow his hands.

　　 The Taoist shook his head and said: "You will be fined to go back to the mountain to retreat for three months after this."

　　 "This...yes, disciple respects life."

　　 The old man next to him stroked his beard and said: "The master and disciple affairs are over, then let's get down to business."

　　 "Zhou Yi, when the bone girl begged for mercy, she said, there is Tiger King?"

　　 Zhou Yi nodded and said: "Exactly."

The old man condensed his eyebrows for a long time and said, "It seems that there is still a tiger spirit that has entered the divine way on that mountain. It is no wonder that painted skin slaves will be born like ghost monsters, but fortunately, it is in the wilderness, mountains and rivers. In the meantime, the contemporary violent firearms can also be useful."

　　 "But you still need to survey the location, so as not to spread the power too much, you can arrange this."

"Yes."

　　……………………

　　 It is bright in the morning, and there is still a little mist in the mountains.

　　 A car drove **** a rugged mountain road, and finally stopped with great difficulty.

Xuan Yi, a disciple of the Twilight School, and three police officers got out of the car and looked at the morning fog in the mountains, with a solemn expression. This is the mountain village closest to the newly-emerged mountain range. Once the drone flies into the mountain, it will lose contact. To survey the terrain, they can only come by themselves.

　　 The morning fog in the mountains does not clear.

　　Xuanyi and the others walked forward with a flashlight, and stopped after less than a dozen steps.

　　 In front, a few men and women dressed in Ming Dynasty clothes stood quietly in the mist, silent.