Museum of Demons

　　 Fu pen, yellow paper, cinnabar.

　　 The best materials from Tianshifu are placed on the table one by one.

　　 Wei Yuan burned incense and Ning Shen, dipped in cinnabar in the rune pen, meditated on the mantra in his heart, and used dragons and snakes.

　　 Ordinary people saw the dazzling charms and fell on the yellow paper in a blink of an eye.

　　 Wei Yuan exhaled and put away the tracer of a thousand miles away.

In one morning, I only drew five talismans, and I felt exhausted. The magic power obtained by the supernatural powers of the school Wei Si Li had already reached the bottom. His magic power was in the first generation of celestial masters. In Zhang Daoling's time, he was just a boy who burned fire.

　　 can draw five effective talisman, the material sent by Zhou Yi is already high enough to avoid the loss of mana to the greatest extent, otherwise it can be half of it useful, Wei Yuan will have to burn high incense.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Wei Yuan took a talisman and shook his hand. Under the excitation of mana, the talisman ignited spontaneously. Wei Yuan felt his five senses shake, and the world around him became clear in an instant. Color, taste, and the flow of air are all under control.

　　 In this state, as long as there is a miscellaneous part that is incompatible with the ordinary life, it will be extremely dazzling.

　　 This is also the effect of the Thousand Miles Tracking Symbol.

　　 His Tao Xing, this spell has a range of ten miles, and the duration is about one stick of incense.

Wei Yuan looked around with some curiosity, and had a look. In the southern direction of the city, a black evil spirit could be vaguely seen soaring to the sky. It was the place where the mountain monarch escaped, and it must be far more than ten miles away. But it can still be seen, it can be seen that it is fierce.

　　 Wei Yuan's expression condensed slightly.

　　 I don’t know if the mountain king is still on the Crouching Tiger Mountain.

　　 And, after getting out of trouble, how much mana is left.

　　……………………

　　 A stick of incense time passed.

　　 One of the thousand-mile tracking charms was exhausted and turned into fly ash.

　　 Wei Yuan collected the remaining charms and stuffed it into the side of a special waist bag.

There are many small areas in the waist bag, except for this Crouching Tiger’s legendary tracer spell, and the basic talisman from the special operations group, which allows Fan Tie to kill the spirit body. It can calm the ordinary people. The peace of mind and Ning runes that came down, as well as some modern methods of extracting the effect of medicinal pills.

　　 Wei Yuan will feel emotion every time.

　　 It is good to have the power of the court and the back, and the family is rich and powerful.

　　 If he let him draw all these talisman by himself, he would have some magic power, and he would be drawn into it.

　　 took out the eight-faced sword again, put it on his back, and pinned the broken sword of the sojourn's femininity behind his waist.

　　 quietly waiting for Zhou Yi's notice.

　　 Early yesterday morning, Wei Yuan told Zhou Yi the news, and the portrait was also taken and passed. Although most ghosts are secretive and unpredictable, it is still very simple to find people with modern methods.

　　Comparison, screening, analysis, these boring and huge workloads can be completed by a computer in a short time, but how to accurately find the one targeted by Tian's female among similar-looking people is also a problem.

　　 After thinking about it, Wei Yuan walked into the front museum and knocked on a wooden box with his fingers.

　　 Squeak.

　　 The wooden box was opened.

　　 A pair of gold-embroidered red embroidered shoes were quietly placed inside, one of them was lying flat in the box, and the other was tilted up toes, as if raising his head to ask.

　　 Wei Yuan thought for a while, and said, "Want to listen to the song?"

　　 The red embroidered shoes danced a few steps in the box, like a huadan on the stage.

　　 With a serious look, Wei Yuan smiled when he saw what he had done, and said:

　　 "If you think about it, you have to do me a favor."

　　………………

Big data quickly found people who looked similar to the Tian's daughter more than a thousand years ago in the entire Quan City, either with similar brows and eyes, or with a face shape. Among these seven million people, the Hetian's daughter has three to five points. There are more than a dozen people alike.

　　 Wei Yuan sent the photos of red embroidered shoes to Zhou Yi.

　　 asked all these more than a dozen people to see this photo.

Before, to eliminate the great attraction of the Crouching Tiger waist card to the ghosts, Wei Yuan only glanced at the red embroidered shoes in the photo of Tieba. At night, Wan Qiniang was turned into a dream by Wan Qiniang. Wan Qiniang had already returned to the world and left behind. The supernatural beings remain in this pair of embroidered shoes.

　　 People who have been in contact with this pair of embroidered shoes, or have seen pictures of embroidered shoes.

　　 Within a certain range, there will be the possibility of being invaded by dreams.

　　 This is also the reason Wei Yuan wants to keep this guy by his side.

　　 And when the scope expands, the red embroidered shoes can also perceive the person being stared at, whether they are being watched by other malicious people. Of course, if they really want to face the painted leather, these red embroidered shoes have no resistance.

　　 However, Wei Yuan has to use this feature to target the painting.

　　 In the tactful sound of opera, the red embroidered shoes suddenly kicked Wei Yuan.

　　 Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

　　……………………

　　 Shen Wenlei closed her laptop and rubbed her eyebrows.

　　 picked up the cup and wanted to take a sip of coffee, but found that it was already done.

　　 She is the only one left in the office.

　　In the dark and cold city, the light in this office seems to be faintly engulfed at any time.

　　 She is a reporter.

　　 tracked down the disappearance case five years ago, but many clues were fragmented, and colleagues around her also advised her not to investigate this hopeless thing again, but she could not forget the old faces of the parents.

　　 Conscience is disturbed.

　　 Some people say that journalists don’t need a conscience, while others say that journalists must firmly guard their conscience.

　　 She glanced at the brilliant girl's smiling face in the file on the computer, sighed, and turned off the computer.

　　 Her face was reflected in the dark screen.

　　 The skin is fair, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a beauty mole on the corner of the eye.

　　 Shen Wenlei packed up her things and left the office.

She lives on the edge of Quan City, but it’s not too far away. It’s just that it’s a little late today and there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. When turning into an alley, it’s even more so. There is nothing in the front or back. People, especially quiet, only the sound of her footsteps.

　　 Shen Wenlei was immersed in the disappearance case and didn't care about it.

　　 But she soon felt wrong.

　　 step, step, step...

　　 came the second person's footsteps behind.

　　 may be the same way.

　　 Shen Wenlei told herself calmly.

　　 But no matter how calm she is, she is still a girl in her twenties. Walking on the night road alone, she is still a little nervous, clutching her backpack tightly, and subconsciously speeding up her pace.

　　 step, step, step...

　　 The footsteps behind it are not hurried or slow.

　　 But he kept following behind her.

　　 Time seems to be getting slower and slower, and the road that is not long can never finish.

　　 In the cramped environment, fear gradually increased.

Shen Wenlei suddenly recalled the missing girl in his mind. Thinking of the beginning and the end of the case, cold sweat oozes from his palms, and she began to feel scared. She walked forward quickly, but the sound of footsteps suddenly accelerated. Shen Wenlei's face turned pale and palms. Clutching the backpack tightly, he started to trot to the bright spot ahead.

　　 The footsteps suddenly quickened.

　　 Shen Wenlei is very thankful that she is wearing sneakers, and this alley is not long.

　　 She finally ran to the entrance of the alleyway and walked to a bright place. She heard human conversations in her ears, noisy, but she was relieved like never before. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then, without thinking, she looked back subconsciously.

　　 The alley is quiet, empty and there is nothing.

nobody?

　　 Shen Wenlei exhaled, turning around with doubts and ease.

　　 Then the blood coagulated instantly.

　　 A face almost touched her body, grinning.

　　 "Little girl, borrow something from you..."

　　 Shen Wenlei's blood was cold, and the fear in her heart almost swallowed her in an instant. She wanted to scream for help, but at this moment, she couldn't even open her mouth or move her fingers.

　　 Click, click, click.

　　 At this moment, the sound of brisk footsteps came from behind.

Suddenly, the environment around Shen Wenlei changed dramatically, as if it was stretched, or squinted from the car to watch the fast flashing lights outside, each light was pulled into a colorful ribbon. Then she suddenly discovered that she was still in the empty alley at all.

　　 There is still more than a hundred meters away from the road ahead~www.NovelMTL.com~ and I just turned my head, five steps ahead, a woman is looking at herself with scissors in her hand.

　　 The scissors dripped blood down.

　　 But the woman no longer looked at the prey Shen Wenlei, but looked to one side.

　　 So Shen Wenlei also looked over subconsciously.

　　 Click, click, click.

　　 The brisk footsteps.

　　 A pair of red embroidered shoes leaped under the moonlight, like a girl dancing, and the young man in black leaned against the wall, behind a long sword, and a peaceful charm in his hand slowly burning into ashes, his voice quiet:

　　 "The ghost hits the wall, and the ghost covers his eyes."

　　 "There are three lights on a person's body. Don't look back when you walk at night."

　　 "I will remember it later."

　　 The thin woman with scissors in hand stared at the sword behind Wei Yuan, with a look of guard on her face.

　　 Immediately rushed towards Shen Wenlei, whose hands and feet were soft from fear.

　　 The sword is no more than three feet long, too late.

　　 A clear and deep roar, as well as a sudden explosion of fire, appeared in this alley at the same time.

　　 The bone girl suddenly stopped in the air, losing her original direction.

　　 There was a look of amazement on that face, and then bullet holes appeared one after another.

　　 In the other direction, Zhou Yi, dressed in a suit and short hair, threw away the empty magazine and neatly replaced it with a new one.

　　 Huaguo QSZ11 portable firearms.

"What are you waiting for?"

　　 Wei Yuan was taken aback, and immediately shook his head and smiled.

　　 My lord, times have changed.

　　 He has a certain look, and backhand pulls out the eight-faced sword behind his back, and leans on it in a fit.

　　 Xuan Yuan Jian Jue, ghost-cutting style.

　　PS: Thank you to a little person who passed by, it's a great reward, thank you