Museum of Demons

Chapter 48: knocking

　　 Genichi and Zhao Yi were speechless.

Watching Wei Yuan put the soul-raising wood in one place, the soul-raising effect was just enough to envelop the entire museum. He had already discovered that the museum itself is a small gathering place, so he came Before, a bunch of harmless ghosts gathered here.

　　 If it were in the wild, these guys would either become ghosts or ghosts, or disappear into smoke.

　　 Where can I happily gather people to drink Coke?

　　 At this moment, the soul-raising wood effect has enveloped the entire museum. While raising Zhang Xiaoyu's body, it can also benefit those ghosts a lot.

　　 Zhao Yi was about to speak, and saw Wei Yuan backhand pulling out the broken sword behind his back.

　　 Then a sword light flashed.

　　 The white jade-colored soul-raising wood was directly cut off for about an inch.

Zhao Yi only felt a sudden burst in his heart, and felt distressed if he was not his own. He almost yelled, holding back firmly, Wei Yuan interrupted the sword light without stopping, and cut out the wooden heart of the jade white soul. It happens to be a wooden sign with the name of Zhang Xiaoyu written on the front.

　　 got Octopus's birthday from Xuan Yi again, and it was engraved on the reverse side.

　　 A guard is engraved in the lower left corner.

The whole waist card is covered with fine lines, forming a special talisman. This is the soul-raising method that Wei Yuan exchanged. It uses the characteristics of the soul-raising tree to the greatest extent. After a while, he will take a drop of blood from the little fish, and then use his blood. Attention, even if this wooden sign is finished.

With the ability to cultivate the soul of the wooden heart, it can replace the dead body to warm the soul, and it can also condense the soul of the octopus. It looks no different from ordinary people, and it is not easy to see the foundation. If you really have Taoism, you can see the lines on the cultivating soul card, and you know that it is from Taoism orthodoxy, not evil.

　　 Wei Yuan raised his head and saw Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi silent, staring at him, hesitant to speak.

　　Especially, his eyes fell on the wooden card for the cultivation of souls in his hand.

The material of 　　 talisman is not only yellow talisman.

　　 contains spiritual wood, high-quality jade, can be used as the material for carrying talisman.

　　 This kind of talisman is generally slightly more difficult than the basic yellow talisman.

　　 Wei Yuan was able to do it in one go because he exchanged his waist cards for the experience of engraving symbols.

He collected this wooden plaque for soul cultivation. He used only Mu Xin as a wooden plaque, and the remaining part was left. He pushed the two parts of the soul cultivating wood in the direction of Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi, and said: "If Don't mind, you can accept these two soul-raising trees."

　　 "Of course, it's not a free gift. I have to trouble you to find out who Zhang Yue has contacted before, especially who he has sent large amounts of money to during this period."

　　 Wei Yuan's voice paused and said:

　　 "The continuation of life method is not accessible to ordinary people."

　　 "Someone may be leaking these left-handed methods to ordinary people."

　　………………

　　 Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi solemnly responded to Wei Yuan's request.

At this juncture when the concentration of spiritual energy recovery began to get faster and faster, some people leaked this kind of evil method out, regardless of the huge hidden danger, Zhang Yue used his own life to continue the life of his daughter, but some people would choose to use other people's life. .

　　 The method of continuation of life is slightly better.

　　 If it involves some cruel and wild ancient witchcraft, more than one or two people will be harmed.

　　 Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi drove out of the museum.

　　 When the two of them were on the road, they were speechless. After a long time, Zhao Yi couldn't help it. As he drove, he asked, "Did you see..."

　　 "The sign engraved by the master of the Weiguan."

　　Xuan nodded a little, and said complicatedly: "It's exactly the same brand as the master."

Zhao Yi grinned: "It's more than exactly the same. The Shizu brand has incomplete parts, which were restored later. Some places are not circulating smoothly. After all, it is a thing from the Qin and Han dynasty era, but I saw just Wei Guan. When I engraved the sign, I was very familiar with it, unlike the first time I engraved it."

　　 The two fell silent again.

　　 Xuanyi said silently: "The soul-raising tree under the tree..."

　　Zhao Yi nodded, lit a cigarette, and said:

　　 "It's very similar to my grandfather's objects, they should be genuine."

　　 "Um...are you going to tell me?"

　　 "Say it out?!"

　　 Zhao Yi shook his head abruptly, and said, "Don't tell me."

　　 "The owner of the museum gave us a hush fee, what are you talking about?"

　　He glanced at his own soul-raising tree, which has been less than two thousand years old, and said:

　　 "There are only ordinary people watching the Folk Museum."

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　　 Wei Yuan asked Zhang Xiaoyu to wear the wooden sign on his body.

　　Because Zhang Yue’s relatives and friends have always thought that Octopus was seriously ill and died. In addition, Octopus was a living corpse and had a special physique. Wei Yuan temporarily left her in the museum.

　　 After dealing with Zhang Etsu’s funeral, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly walked out of the shadow of losing his father, at least on the surface.

　　 just ran into trouble with school.

　　 It's impossible for a child of this age to not go to school.

　　 But Zhang Xiaoyu is in a special situation, and the special operations team cannot send such a child to an ordinary kindergarten.

　　 So there was only one way left before Wei Yuan.

Let Xiaoyu go to school with the children of Daomen. In this era, even those little Daoists must take classes honestly. Except for the morning and evening classes of Daomen, students of mathematics, physics and chemistry have to learn everything, and they have to learn the talisman. , Footwork, swordsmanship, you have to cultivate your body with boxing skills. If you want to ask the Taoist master there to learn some Guqin calligraphy, as long as you have the energy and time, that's also a matter of course.

　　Small fish is more appropriate there.

　　 During this period of time, the Zhang Xiaoyu was under the influence of the Soul Raising Tree, his body and soul had recovered, and his face was no longer pale. With the support of the Soul Raising Wooden Sign, it would be no problem to go to the pure spiritual energy of Daomen.

Because Wei Yuan had helped a lot before, Zhou Yi did a lot of work and then helped deal with this matter. Among them, Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi also made great efforts. They seemed to have quarreled with their elders more than once, and the elders blew their beards angrily. Staring, scolded them for not knowing the elder.

　　 But this time, not only Zhao Yi, who had usually escaped, also persisted after Xuan Yi silently pleaded guilty.

　　Zhao Yi glanced at his elders, and thought silently in his heart.

　　 Your honor...

　　 In order to cultivate the practice of younger generations, the children of Daomen go to school in the mountains.

　　 The best choice was originally the Baiyun Temple in Shuntian Mansion.

　　 There are also true cultivators, with a long history and profound background, but because of Liu Dynasty’s jade charm, Wei Yuan is not very fond of Baiyun View. Secondly, there are at least people familiar with Weiming School, so he chose Weiming School.

　　'S name was on the mountain list, and he should have entered the mountain immediately.

But Wei Yuan felt that at this time, what the child needed should be to accompany her instead of throwing her away immediately. So instead of sending her to the door immediately, he stayed with Xiaoyu for more than a month before asking her what she thought. Don't want to go to school again.

　　 "Can I still go to school?"

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes widened, unable to believe it.

　　 Wei Yuan nodded and said, "Well, but that place is a bit far away."

　　 "You have to stay on the mountain and wait until the holiday to come back."

　　 He stretched out his hand and rubbed Octopus's hair, and said, "I'll pick you up at that time."

"Ok!"

　　………………

　　 Wei Yuan sent Zhang Xiaoyu to the door.

After 　　 came back, the daily life was the same as before, but it was a little quiet and uncomfortable.

　　 Swordsmanship, Crouching Tiger Jue practice daily, and Fu Lu depicts daily.

　　'S own cultivation skills are also slowly improving.

　　 And when his cultivation base broke through a barrier, he had a dream.

　　……………………

　　 The sky and white clouds, the sky is thousands of miles away.

　　 A green hill, the city under the hill is prosperous.

　　 Wei Yuan walked along the mountain road carrying a lamp, and found a Taoist temple in front of him.

　　 It is hard to imagine that there is such a Taoist temple in this era.

　　 Wei Yuan took a photo of the Taoist Temple, heard movement inside, and said loudly:

　　 "Is there a way in the view?"

　　 There is no sound.

　　 He raised his hand and pressed the sword, and walked in step by step.

Seeing that the inside of the Taoist Temple is extremely cold and towering, it is not the statue of the Sanqing god, but a majestic man. Wei Yuan still looks forward. Suddenly, the flashlight in his hand turned into a white lantern, the lantern. There was a faint cyan light.

　　 Blood is flowing from the walls of Taoist Temple.

　　The steps under the feet turned into bones.

　　 The towering beams became sharp teeth.

Wei Yuan heard a fierce tiger roar. This Taoist temple was only transformed by the tiger's open mouth. Wei Yuan's expression changed, and the sword in his hand slashed forward, but the tiger was too huge and raised his neck. Wei Yuan fell directly below, two rows of sharp teeth biting over with a fishy smell, and a **** rush on his face.

　　………………

"what!!"

　　 Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale.

　　 He sat up, poured a bottle of water, settled, and rushed to calm down.

　　 It's Tiger King, no, Shan King...

　　 Did he know that his hometown was breached, so he used any spell to target him, or is this a warning from Crouching Tiger? The ancient famous sword hangs on the wall, and if an enemy comes in, it will scream. It is normal for objects such as Crouching Tiger Waist Brand to have similar abilities.

　　 But obviously, Shan-kun is the inevitable enemy.

　　 "Shanjun..."

　　 Wei Yuan raised his head, preparing to lie down for a while again.

　　 Just closing his eyes, the water ghost knocked on the door again, and Wei Yuan had to get up.

As soon as I pushed the door, I saw a bunch of dead ghosts looking at Wei Yuan pitifully, pointing to the empty refrigerator again. Obviously, the inventory was drunk again. Wei Yuan couldn’t help but utter a swear word, thinking. I want to ask him if he drowned Coke before.

　　 But this bunch of dead ghosts are different, but they are all a little hideous, staring at people pitifully, they are still a bit infiltrating, and Wei Yuan looked at the money in his card.

　　 Coke is not expensive~www.readwn.com~ But don’t worry about gaining weight, and you won’t be tired of drinking ghosts. The speed of gathering people to drink Coke is beyond your imagination.

　　 He had no choice but to see that although the sky was getting dark, it was not too late, so he could only take the initiative to call his employer Fang Hongbo.

　　 I want to withdraw this month’s salary in advance, as well as the agreed vegetable money.

　　 "Hello, how are you, Mr. Fang?"

　　 "You...who are you?!"

　　 Fang Hongbo's voice came from the phone, but he felt a little flustered.

　　 Wei Yuan explained: "Wei Yuan, Folk Museum..."

　　 There was a horrified cry on the opposite phone.

　　 Wei Yuan frowned and said, "Mr. Fang?! Mr. Fang, how are you?"

There was a violent and rapid gasp from the phone. After a long time, Fang Hongbo asked a question suddenly and said: "Museum? Bo, museum... Wei, Wei Yuan, have you recently, is there anyone? I am Say, did my son go to your place? That museum belongs to him..."

　　 Wei Yuan said in surprise: "Your son?"

　　 "No, why, is your son coming over?"

　　 "You can leave me a contact method, so I can get in touch then..."

　　 The voice on the other side was silent, and then the voice was dry and terrified:

　　 "My son, he is dead..."

　　 When, when, when——

　　 A knock on the door rang from the other end of the phone, very rhythmic, but with a gloomy atmosphere, it felt close at hand.

　　 seems to be pressing on the heart.

　　 When, when,

when--

　　 squeak —

　　 Wei Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at the door beside him.