Wei Yuan searched the museum for a long time and finally found a wooden box of the right size.
He took out a pair of black iron scissors, first wrapped them with red cloth, and then carefully put them into the wooden box. He took out the evil-repelling talisman he had asked for from Zhou Yi, pasted it directly on the wooden box, sealed the box, and finally dripped a drop of blood on the yellow talisman, forcibly injected spirit and sealed it, and then he exhaled.
This iron scissors is a Yin object used by the bone girl to harm people.
From ancient times to the present, at least hundreds of people have been cut open by this scissors and their skins have been peeled off. Until now, no one knows how many lives have been killed. The murderous aura on it is extremely strong. Unlike the red embroidered shoes that had dissipated the evil aura before, this is really something that will actively harm people.
Wei Yuan didn't know how to destroy it for the time being, and he felt it was a bit unreliable to give it to Zhou Yi and the young man. After thinking about it, he decided to bring it back. Relying on his blood to suppress the evil things and the fact that the bone girl died by herself, he pressed the iron scissors in the wooden box.
After thinking about it, he pasted the evil-repelling talisman on the doors, windows and walls, and pasted a talisman on all four sides of the room.
Then he took out the crouching tiger waist card and pressed it on the white paper.
Accompanied by a low humming sound, the mountain king file appeared on the white paper again.
The majestic master god, the subordinate officials behind him, and the two lantern maids in front were all lifelike.
But this time something changed.
Visibly, the lantern maid on the left side of the file suddenly appeared with a color and texture like white paper burning by flames, shining light gold, and then suddenly dimmed and faded away, fading the original color. It looked like this vivid and real mountain king picture suddenly had a blank space, which was extremely inconsistent.
And below the dim maid, a line of official script appeared.
Daughter of the Tian family, the painted skin is a monster, and has been killed.
A stroke of blood crossed the line of official script, indicating the fate of this monster.
This time, the painted skin is much stronger than the painted skin slaves he faced before, and the little ghosts who had spied on Wei Yuan, but Wei Yuan did not get any merit. He looked at the file and had a guess in his mind. Since she is the maid of Shanjun, she must kill several big monsters in the file and settle the accounts together.
And it should be very generous.
"... Shanjun, subordinate, the maid on the right."
Wei Yuan's fingers brushed across the file one by one.
He was a little curious. The record of the maid on the right was that she had been killed, but why was there still a portrait of her on the file?
With doubts flashing in his mind, Wei Yuan drew his sword and cut the file apart, and the spirituality on it slowly dissipated.
Until the aura on it dissipated and no ghosts would be attracted, he took down the talisman on the door and walked out.
It was time to cook.
Chasing the Painted Skin all the way was extremely exhausting.
The fierce battle was even shorter, but extremely strenuous and exhausting.
He was already very hungry.
While cutting the pork into pieces and blanching it in water, he looked at the sofa in front of him.
A bunch of ghosts gathered in front of him to look at the computer.
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
Among the ghosts, the pair of red embroidered shoes danced briskly on the keyboard, and then a video was called up. Wei Yuan took the time to take a look. It turned out to be another acquaintance, the food broadcaster surnamed Zhang. This time, his fans online and the number of followers have changed dramatically compared to before.
The table was still full of various meat dishes.
Still silent, eating voraciously.
Crushing the tendons of meat, grinding vegetables with teeth, grinding bones into dregs, picking up a bowl as big as a basin, drinking the food mixed with the soup, then putting the basin down with force, grabbing the greasy pig's trotters and continuing to chew.
An emotion that does not need words is transmitted through the computer screen.
Fragrant, so fragrant!
Hungry, so hungry!
The water ghost in front of the computer swallowed the non-existent saliva in big mouthfuls.
Strange...
Wei Yuan stopped his hand and looked at the man on the screen.
The body and limbs of the eating broadcaster were still skinny, still the appearance of the gentle man before, but his stomach was extremely bloated, his shirt was bulging, his limbs were skinny, his abdomen was swollen, and he looked very full, but he was still never satisfied and kept eating.
So hungry, so hungry.
So hungry!!!
............
"This is what happened…"
Zhou Yi and the young man Song Xinghuai from Longhu Mountain stood respectfully, facing the screen, and told what happened today. In ancient times, only the Great Daoists could use the art of transmitting sound over a thousand miles and leaving images in the moonlight. With the help of modern technology, it is now easy to do.
In the front screen is an old man and a middle-aged Taoist with a sword on his back.
The Taoist frowned and said, "What do you think?"
"Xinghuai, tell me."
Song Xinghuai hesitated when he heard his master calling him, and replied:
"I naturally don't believe what the demon said, but the fear in the sentence of still surviving for a thousand years does not seem to be false. After that, the owner of Wei Yuan Pavilion used the Xuanyuan Sword Technique that has been lost for a long time in my Tianshi Mansion. I saw that its moves are almost the same as those recorded in the diagram. When using the sword, there is also the charm of dragon and tiger, so..."
The Taoist frowned and shook his head, scolding:
"Ridiculous!"
"This... Master?"
"How can there be a person who is more than a thousand years old and still alive? The ancient Peng Zu did not live as long as him."
"As for him dipping blood to make talismans, it can only be said that he has been deeply immersed in the art of talismans along the way, and the Xuanyuan Sword Technique, hum , is there still the sword art diagram in my Tianshi Mansion? Which disciple in the sect can't use one or two moves? How do you know that he is using the method of Xuanyuan Sword Art, not just a profound practice, and can use a sword at random to be powerful? "
"Dragon and Tiger Charm, there are many skills that can be achieved in my Tianshi Mansion. Even with the vastness of Shenzhou, although the Xuanyuan Sword Art has been lost in my Tianshi Mansion, it is unknown where there are copies that have not been destroyed in the hidden places of famous mountains and rivers. "
"It's just a sword art. A nonsense word from the monster's mouth can make his heart move. Do you really think there is anyone who is more than a thousand years old? If so, the Painted Skin Bone Girl is just a little monster that can be killed at will. Why does he need to use the Xuanyuan Sword Art?"
Song Xinghuai was speechless after asking repeatedly, and finally could only bow his hands.
The Taoist shook his head and said, "After this, I punish you to go back to the mountain and retreat for three months."
"This... is, disciple obeys your order."
The old man next to him stroked his beard and said, "Master and disciple's business is over, so let's talk about business."
"Zhou Yi, when the bone girl begged for mercy, she said, there is also the Tiger King?"
Zhou Yi nodded and said, "That's right."
The old man frowned for a long time and said, "It seems that there is still a tiger monster that has entered the way of gods on that mountain. No wonder there are monsters like the Painted Skin Slave that are similar to ghosts. But fortunately, since it is in the wilderness and between mountains and rivers, the powerful firearms of today can be used."
"But we still need to survey the location to avoid too much dispersion of power. You will arrange this matter."
"Yes."
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It was dawn in the morning, and there was still some mist in the mountains.
A car was moving forward with difficulty on the rugged mountain road, and finally stopped with great difficulty.
Xuan Yi, a disciple of Weiming Sect, and three police officers got out of the car and looked at the morning fog in the mountains with solemn expressions. This was the mountain village closest to the newly appeared mountain range. Once the drone flew into the mountain, it would lose contact. In order to survey the terrain, they had to come here in person.
The morning fog in the mountains did not dissipate.
Xuan Yi and others walked forward with flashlights, but stopped after walking only a dozen steps.
In front, several men and women wearing clothes from the Ming Dynasty stood quietly in the fog without saying a word.