At the end of the memory, Zhang Yue walked towards him with a knife in his hand, and then countless cracks appeared. In each fragment was a man with red eyes. The picture shattered like a broken mirror and disappeared. The memory stopped. Wei Yuan raised his hand and subconsciously thought of Zhang Yue's appearance in his thirties.
But Zhang Yue should only be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old now.
He looked so much older because he wanted to pass the yang energy to his daughter to prolong her life.
After all, it was an evil method that even Taoists would be afraid of.
Ordinary Taoists dare not touch it, let alone an ordinary person. No one dares to take the risk of doing such a thing.
But my father can.
Wei Yuan lowered his head and watched Zhang Xiaoyu looking up at him. He was speechless. When he retracted his palm, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, looked up at him, and whispered:
"Uncle, are you going to beat Dad..."
"Dad didn't mean it. Uncle, please don't beat him."
Wei Yuan didn't know what to say.
The little girl looked at him expectantly.
Then, as if she knew something, her hand slowly slipped down from his sleeve. Wei Yuan took a deep breath, squatted down, looked directly into Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, and said, "Xiaoyu, wait here while uncle goes to find your dad, okay?"
"Really?"
"Yes, I will definitely find your dad back."
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head and took off a small pendant from her neck. The outside was a cartoon character, which could be opened. Inside was a photo of a family of three. She put it in Wei Yuan's palm and said, "Uncle, you must find dad back."
"Just say that Xiaoyu is not angry with him anymore, and he will definitely come back."
Wei Yuan put the pendant in his pocket, then smiled and nodded, and turned to go out.
Dialed Zhou Yi's number.
He asked concisely:
"If a person is forced to transform into a demon, what will the action team do?"
Zhou Yi asked: "Will the person who transforms into a demon pose a threat to innocent people?"
"...Sharp teeth, sparse eyebrows, red eyes, and blue face, most likely a cannibal."
There was only silence on Zhou Yi's side.
Although he had guessed what the situation was, Wei Yuan was still speechless.
The evil sorcerer harmed people, Zhang Yue was unknowingly transformed into a demon for his daughter, and Zhang Xiaoyu was still looking forward to her father's return. The special action team must eliminate demons for the sake of most ordinary people, and what is his position? Kill demons and eliminate monsters. If he is harmed and turned into a demon, should he be killed or not?
After a long time, he said:
"I know."
Let Zhou Yi send the approximate coordinates obtained from the surveillance to the mobile phone. Wei Yuan hung up the phone, cursed in a low voice, slammed his right fist on the wall, closed his eyes, and rested it on the hilt of the sword. The broad hilt made him feel calmer.
The members of the special operations team drove in front of Wei Yuan.
Then handed him a box of talismans and said: "Captain Zhou said to give it to you, the owner of the museum. If the external evil has not been in the body for too long, the talisman for eliminating disasters and exorcising evil spirits may be able to expel that evil spirit. As long as it can be expelled, there is still hope."
Wei Yuan took the talisman and got in the car directly.
This member of the special operations team was not very old, and he was very reckless when driving. He almost stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and quickly shuttled through the city following the surveillance coordinates until the last part of the journey, when he had to stop.
Lost.
Zhang Yue in the surveillance avoided the surveillance when he was in this area.
In order to gather the things to prolong Zhang Xiaoyu's life, Zhang Yue worked as an express driver for a long time. He was very familiar with the routes in Quan City. Even when he was in a state of collapse and madness, the remaining instinct would make him choose the route that was beneficial to him.
.........
It was originally a sunny day, and suddenly several dull thunders exploded in the sky.
The thunder sounded like drums.
Then it seemed that the wind blew, and the wind brought a gust of black clouds, but that gust of black wind did not last long and dissipated. Only the sound of thunder became more and more majestic, spreading far away, like a war drum after victory.
After Wei Yuan got off the car, he raised his hand and picked up the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman.
After consuming three talismans in a row, he finally found a trace of strange breath.
He raised his hand and looked at the workshop of an abandoned factory.
He raised his hand to press the sword, and put the talisman for eliminating disasters and exorcising evil spirits in his arms. When he ran, he had already mobilized a trace of the magic power of the brocade-feathered bird, wrapped in the breeze. It was not as fast as the shrinking talisman before, but it was much faster than ordinary people, and it was light and silent.
Wei Yuan easily flipped to the second floor and stood on the windowsill next to the glass.
I hope I can still make it in time.
............
The skinny old man coughed.
He coughed up black blood. Looking carefully, there were some bugs in the blood, but those bugs were dead and all burned black. The old man looked fierce. Just now, he was touched by the Tianshi Mansion. He was caught off guard and was put down on the altar by the other party. He was beaten by several moves of the orthodox Taoist magic.
For people like Wei Yuan who know some small magical powers, they may not be weak in frontal fighting with guns and martial arts.
But compared with the magic, he can only be regarded as a junior.
To have a truly great supernatural power, one must set up a ritual altar and perform a ritual. The ritual is extremely complicated and requires a high level of Taoism. However, once it is displayed, it is not difficult to call the wind and rain, and to turn beans into soldiers. One can even summon the thunder of heaven and earth to punish on behalf of heaven.
His hiding method has been cultivated to the point where he can hide three souls and seven spirits, which is difficult for ordinary people to see, but he was still broken by the thunder. Now he is considered to be possessed by a demon.
He can only practice a five-way general to protect himself.
The old man stood up and placed a Bagua on the ground, then took five bowls of water in turn, chanted something in his mouth, and all turned into spells, turning the white water into blood water, and then placed one in each of the four directions of southeast, northwest, and northeast, and another in the middle. He raised his hand and shook it, and the incense stick was inserted into the water, which landed steadily and ignited without wind.
Release the demon, collect the demon, and sacrifice the blood instrument.
The altar was set up on the Bagua platform, and a golden bell was taken out, with a yellow talisman on it.
He raised his hand and chanted the Meishan Wuchang Curse.
Wei Yuan saw Zhang Yue lying on the ground, unconscious, and saw the old man chanting a curse and shaking the golden bell. As the bell rang, Zhang Yue's body trembled continuously. He knew something was wrong. The distance was too far, and it would be too much to mobilize the demon power to cut the sword energy. He simply pulled out the gun and used magic power to strengthen the arm muscles. When he was ready to attack, he suddenly heard a crisp sound.
His face changed, and he saw a copper coin spinning in the distance.
The old man's movements were obviously faster. Wei Yuan cursed him in his heart, raised his hand and fired, and the gunshot roared.
He fired three bullets, smashing three water bowls directly. At the same time, Wei Yuan rushed into the workshop, fell to the ground from the second floor, and rushed forward the moment he landed. He fired a gun at the old evil Taoist. The sound of the gunshots was like thunder in the empty workshop, and it kept echoing. He took out the talisman for eliminating disasters and exorcising evil spirits, and a gust of wind cut his finger to inject spirit into the talisman.
Then he stuck directly behind Zhang Yue.
Zhang Yue, who was shaking violently, calmed down.
Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
The last bullet was fired, and was avoided by some strange Taoist method, but the old monster was also panting and in a mess.
After all, he was practicing Taoism and seeking magical powers. He was not good at fighting alone without preparation.
Wei Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was ready to draw his sword to kill this scourge.
The bell rang again. Zhang Yue, who had calmed down, suddenly turned over and rushed towards Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan was quick-witted and turned his body. He held Zhang Yue's body with the sword in his hand. He saw that his face was covered with white hair, and his arms had large areas of green scales, and white hair grew between the scales.
The pupils of his eyes had completely turned red.
His teeth were sharp and he growled in his throat.
Wei Yuan could only watch the talisman attached to his body quickly burn out.
It was too late at the beginning.