Talisman pen, yellow paper, cinnabar.
The fine materials from the Heavenly Master's Mansion were placed on the table one by one.
Wei Yuan burned incense to calm his mind, dipped the talisman pen in cinnabar, silently recited the spell in his heart, and wrote with a dragon and snake.
Ordinary people saw the dazzling talismans, which fell on the yellow paper in an instant.
Wei Yuan exhaled and put away the thousand-mile tracking talisman.
In the morning, he only drew five talismans, and he felt exhausted, because the magic power cultivated by the supernatural power of the Sili School Lieutenant had reached the bottom. With his magic power, he was just a fire-burning boy in the era of Zhang Daoling, the first generation of Heavenly Master.
Being able to draw five effective talismans means that the materials sent by Zhou Yi are already high-quality enough to avoid the loss of magic power to the greatest extent. Otherwise, if half of them are useful, Wei Yuan will have to burn incense.
After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Wei Yuan took out a talisman, shook his hand, and the talisman ignited under the stimulation of magic power. Wei Yuan felt his five senses vibrate, and the world around him became clear in an instant. The colors, smells, and air flow were all under his control.
In this state, as long as there are complicated parts that are incompatible with the ordinary world, it will be extremely dazzling.
This is also the effectiveness of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman.
With his Taoism, the range of this talisman is ten miles, and the duration is about one stick of incense.
Wei Yuan looked around curiously, and his expression paused. In the south of the city, he could vaguely see a black evil spirit rising into the sky. It was the place where the mountain king escaped. It must be far more than ten miles away from here, but it can still be seen, which shows how fierce it is.
Wei Yuan's expression was slightly condensed.
I don't know if the mountain king is still on the Crouching Tiger Mountain.
And, after escaping, how much magic power is left.
......
An incense stick of time passed.
One of the thousand-mile tracking talismans ran out of power and turned into ashes.
Wei Yuan put away the remaining talismans and stuffed them into a special waist bag.
The waist bag was divided into many small areas. In addition to the thousand-mile tracking talisman passed down by the crouching tiger, there were also basic talismans from the special operations team, the killing and killing talismans that allowed ordinary people to kill spirits, the peace of mind and tranquility talismans that could calm ordinary people, and some modern methods to extract the effects of elixirs.
Every time Wei Yuan would sigh in his heart.
It's good to have the power of the court behind him, and the family background is rich and powerful.
If he were to draw all these talismans himself, he would probably be drained of his little magic power.
He took out the eight-sided Han sword again, put it on his back, and pinned the Yin object broken sword that housed the soldier soul behind his waist.
Quietly waited for Zhou Yi's notification.
Yesterday morning, Wei Yuan told Zhou Yi the news and took a photo of the portrait and sent it over. Although ghosts are mostly mysterious and unpredictable, it is still very easy to find people with modern means.
Comparison, screening, analysis, these boring and labor-intensive tasks can be completed by computers in a short time, but how to accurately find the one targeted by the Tian family daughter among people with similar looks is also a problem.
Thinking about it, Wei Yuan walked into the museum in front and knocked on a wooden box with his fingers.
Squeak.
The wooden box was pushed open.
A pair of gold-painted red embroidered shoes were quietly placed inside, one of which was flat in the box, and the other was tiptoed, as if looking up to ask.
Wei Yuan thought about it and said, "Do you want to listen to music?"
The red embroidered shoes danced a few steps in the box, like a Hua Dan walking on the stage.
Wei Yuan laughed at her seriousness and said, "If you want, you have to do me a favor."
......
Big data quickly found people who looked similar to the Tian family girl more than a thousand years ago in the entire Quan City, either with similar eyebrows and eyes or face shape. Among the seven million people, there are more than ten people who look three or five percent like the Tian family girl.
Wei Yuan sent the photo of the red embroidered shoes to Zhou Yi.
He required all the dozen people to see this photo.
Before, apart from the great attraction of the crouching tiger waist card to the demons, Wei Yuan only took a look at the red embroidered shoes in the photo on the forum, and was possessed by the evil spirit transformed by Wan Qiniang in his dream at night. Wan Qiniang had already returned to heaven and earth, and the remaining spirit remained in this pair of embroidered shoes.
People who have come into contact with this pair of embroidered shoes or seen the photo of the embroidered shoes.
Within a certain range, there is a possibility of being infected by the dream.
This is also the reason why Wei Yuan wants to keep this guy by his side.
When the range is expanded, the red embroidered shoes can also sense whether the person they are targeting is being watched by other malicious people. Of course, if they really have to confront the painted skin, this pair of red embroidered shoes has no power to resist.
However, Wei Yuan just wants to use this characteristic to set a trap for the painted skin.
In the graceful sound of opera, the red embroidered shoes suddenly kicked Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes.
......…
Shen Wenlei closed the laptop and rubbed her eyebrows.
Picked up the cup and wanted to drink a cup of coffee, but found that it had been finished long ago.
She was the only one left in the office.
In the dark and cold city, the light in this office was so weak that it seemed to be swallowed up at any time.
She is a reporter.
Investigating the missing case five years ago, but many clues were fragmented, and colleagues around her advised her not to investigate this hopeless matter, but she could not forget the old faces of her parents.
Conscience is uneasy.
Some people say that journalists don't need conscience, while others say that journalists must hold on to their conscience.
She glanced at the bright smiling face of the girl in the file on the computer, sighed, and turned off the computer.
Her face was reflected in the darkened screen.
Her skin was fair, her eyes were slightly upturned, and there was a beauty mole at the corner of her eyes.
Shen Wenlei packed up her things and left the office.
She lived a little outside Quan City, but it was not too far away. It was just a little late today, and there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. When she turned into an alley, it was even more so. There was no one in front or behind, and it was extremely quiet. There was only the sound of her footsteps in her ears.
Shen Wenlei was immersed in the missing case and didn't care about these.
But she soon felt something was wrong.
Step, step, step...
The footsteps of a second person came from behind.
Maybe they were on the same road.
Shen Wenlei told herself calmly in her heart.
But no matter how calm she was, she was still a girl in her twenties. Walking alone on the night road, she was still a little nervous. She held on to her backpack and subconsciously quickened her pace.
Tap, tap, tap...
The footsteps behind her were neither fast nor slow.
But they kept following her.
Time seemed to be getting slower and slower, and the short road could never be completed.
In the cramped environment, fear gradually increased.
Shen Wenlei suddenly recalled the missing girl in her mind. Thinking of the whole story of the case, cold sweat oozed from her palms. She began to feel scared and walked forward quickly, but the footsteps suddenly accelerated. Shen Wenlei's face turned pale, and she held the backpack tightly with her hands and began to run quickly towards the bright place in front.
The footsteps suddenly accelerated.
Shen Wenlei was very glad that she was wearing sneakers and this alley was not long.
She finally ran to the entrance of the alley, walked to the bright place, and heard people talking in her ears. The noise was unpleasant, but she felt unprecedented peace of mind. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then, without thinking much, she subconsciously looked back.
The alley was quiet and empty.
No one?
Shen Wenlei exhaled and turned back with doubt and relief.
Then the blood froze instantly.
A face almost stuck to her body, grinning.
"Little girl, I want to borrow something from you..."
Shen Wenlei's blood turned cold, and the fear in her heart almost swallowed her in an instant. She wanted to scream for help, but at this time, she couldn't even open her mouth or move her fingers.
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
At this moment, brisk footsteps came from behind.
Suddenly, the environment around Shen Wenlei changed dramatically, as if it was stretched, or as if she squinted at the fast-flashing lights outside from the car, each light was pulled into a streamer of colorful ribbons, and then she suddenly realized that she was still in the deserted alley.
There was still more than a hundred meters to go.
And just when she turned her head, five steps ahead, a woman was holding a pair of scissors and looking at her.
The scissors were dripping with blood.
But the woman no longer looked at Shen Wenlei, the prey, but looked to the side.
So Shen Wenlei also subconsciously looked over.
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
The sound of brisk footsteps.
A pair of red embroidered shoes danced in the moonlight, like a dancing girl, while the young man in black leaned against the wall, with a long sword behind him and a calming talisman in his hand slowly burning into ashes, his voice was peaceful:
"Ghosts are building walls, ghosts are covering your eyes."
"There are three lights on a person, don't look back when walking at night."
"Remember this in the future."
The skinny woman holding the scissors stared at the sword behind Wei Yuan, with a vigilant look on her face.
She then rushed to Shen Wenlei, who was weak in fear.
The sword can't be longer than three feet, it's too late.
A crisp and low roar, and a sudden explosion of fire appeared in the alley at the same time.
The bone girl's body suddenly stopped in the air, losing her original direction.
There was a look of astonishment on her face, and then bullet holes appeared one by one.
In another direction, Zhou Yi, who was dressed in a suit and had sharp short hair, threw away the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.
A Chinese-made qsz11 portable firearm.
"What are you waiting for?"
Wei Yuan was stunned, then shook his head and smiled.
Sir, times have changed.
He looked determined, pulled out the eight-sided Han sword behind him, and rushed forward.
Xuanyuan Sword Art, Demon Slaying Style.