Museum of Demons

　　 Soon members of the special operations team came to the location of the suspect's disappearance.

　　 Wei Yuan also went up the mountain.

Under preliminary surveys, only strong monsters and hostility were found, and no traces of the other fights were found. Several masters from Taoist schools set up simple altars and practiced tricks to attract the land spirits to inquire, but After a lot of effort, those spirits still refused to come out.

　　 As a last resort, the three Taoist leaders went up together.

The number of tribute categories prepared by 　　 has doubled.

　　 This is a little bit of a spirit who wants to take a head.

There was a slight joy on the Taoist’s face. Before he could speak, he saw the spirit rushing out. There were four hands, two hands covering his mouth, and the remaining two picked up the tribute without looking back. He ran fast. After the shadow, the Taoist smile froze on his face.

　　 He turned his head to look at Zhou Yiweiyuan and others, and smiled bitterly:

　　 "I don’t know how to do it, I can’t do anything."

　　 "These spirits are all creatures and spirits. They have always been bold. This time they refused to even come out. With the remaining monster energy, it may be that a certain big monster shot and took away that monster way."

　　 Zhou Yi sighed and looked at Wei Yuan who was resting next to him holding a sword.

　　 "This time there is a laborer."

　　 Wei Yuan nodded.

　　 Crouching Tiger Waist Brand trembles slightly, and some words appear on the platform.

　　 Kill the demon way, get meritorious...

　　 is the most lucrative one since winning the waist card.

　　 Wei Yuan exchanged for the best method of soul cultivation that he could currently exchange for.

　　………………

　　 Zhou Yi is also responsible for dealing with the disappearance of the evil way and the suspected appearance of the big demon in the world.

It was the action team members who had sent Wei Yuan to the factory workshop and found Zhang Yue’s body. When they went, there were already three action team commissioners around Zhang Yue. The tragic appearance made everyone look complicated. They turned Zhang Yue's body over.

　　 The stiff body also eased.

　　 But Zhang Yue kept his eyes wide open and refused to close his eyes.

　　 Zhang Hao, the young man who sent Wei Yuan to sigh: "Does it mean to die?"

Wei Yuan squatted down, looking at Zhang Yue, who was begging, stretched out his hand and brushed Zhang Yue's eyes. Those eyes slowly closed. Everyone was slightly startled to see that it was Wei Yuan who had gone up the mountain that day, although it has been proved. What Shan Jun said was nothing more than a coincidence, and he still subconsciously thought it was normal.

　　 Although Zhang Yue died, after all, a strong demon transformation took place.

　　 must also go through the action team to get rid of the external evil that may remain.

　　 Zhang Hao sent Wei Yuan back to the museum.

　　 Then there are other tasks, kick the accelerator and leave in a hurry.

　　 When Wei Yuan went back, he saw Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi standing at the door, lowering their voices and arguing.

　　 "No, I can't agree to this matter!"

　　 "But she saved me."

　　 "But life and death are bounded, are you going to die?"

　　 "She originally saved it."

　　 "My Nima, Xuan Yi, how did you get such a mental urn in advance?!"

Zhao Yi seemed to be furious. His forehead was beating. He suddenly heard footsteps. He turned around and saw that Wei Yuan was back. Then he stopped talking. Before asking how things were going, he heard a panic and rush. Sound of footsteps.

　　 Wow!

　　 The door of the museum was pushed open by a small hand.

Zhang Xiaoyu ran out, raised his head and looked out the door. A pair of bright black eyes quickly searched for it. After searching for several times, he couldn't find the person he wanted to see. He raised his head to look at Wei Yuan and said, "Uncle, Dad. What? Where is Dad? Where did he hide?"

　　'S voice trembled a little.

　　 Wei Yuan was speechless.

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to know something, and those eyes slowly darkened.

　　 then took a deep breath, raised his spirits, and asked quietly:

　　 "Dad, he's not a bad guy, he will come back, right?"

　　 Wei Yuan does not know how to answer.

　　 How did the school lieutenants who used to kill demons and slayers face this situation when they returned to a safe world?

　　 What are their feelings?

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu squeezed out a smile, stood on tiptoe and patted Wei Yuan's arm, as if he was comforting.

　　 then took two steps back and bowed seriously:

　　 "Thank you, uncle..."

　　 turned his head and ran away.

Wei Yuan didn't go to her right away. He just released the sword, wiped away the mana residue and blood stains on it, and finally put it on the sword oil, returned the sword to its sheath, and stuck it on the sheath with a yellow talisman to suppress the accumulation of monsters, monsters, ghosts, and ghosts. Hostile.

　　 finally walked to the door of the utility room.

　　 There was a sobbing sound that was suppressed so tightly.

　　 Wei Yuan raised his hand. He wanted to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, he opened the door directly.

Zhang Xiaoyu squatted on a small stool, with his hands on his knees, buried his face on his knees, his shoulders trembling slightly, Wei Yuan was silent, and he stretched out his hand to press on Zhang Xiaoyu's head and rubbed it. He seemed to be able to bear it just now. The little girl who lived there fell down with big tears, biting her lip with her teeth to stop herself from crying:

　　 "Dad is a bad guy, a bad guy..."

　　 Wei Yuan was silent, and said seriously:

　　 "Your father is not a bad person, he is a hero."

　　 "I have never seen anyone as courageous as him."

　　 "He wants to protect you in the end."

Expelling ghosts and supernatural powers were used, but instead of driving them, they tried to pass on the feelings Wei Yuan had seen at the time in the stage of controlling the soul body. Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders trembled violently, and when he raised his head, tears were dripping. The big drops flowed downward, and Wei Yuan gently hugged the child.

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu trembled, and finally couldn't help crying:

　　 "Dad is a bad guy, a bad guy."

　　 "He doesn't want fish anymore."

　　 "Big bad guy, big bad guy!"

　　 Wei Yuan opened his mouth.

　　 This is the villain in the eyes of the child.

　　……………………

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu itself is a living corpse, his soul is unstable, and he fell asleep when he was tired of crying.

Wei Yuan opened the Crouching Tiger Waist Card. This time, he exchanged it for a treasure of spirit material. He was also a little curious about what Crouching Tiger Waist Card would give him. Whether to point a place for him to open it, or to send it, he saw that the merits were scattered. When I went, it seemed to turn into a special aura, and the tiger on the crouching tiger's waist card seemed to recover.

　　 growl lowly.

　　 The tiger's mouth is wide open.

　　 There seemed to be a vortex in it, and then the streamer flashed, and something fell directly into Wei Yuan's hands.

It’s a jade-white plant measuring about thirty centimeters in length. It also comes with a simple flower pot. Wei Yuan is also fortunate. Fortunately, one of the two supernatural powers of the school lieutenant Si Li is to exorcise ghosts. The treasure house is related to the method of raising souls. There are many utensils and materials.

For example, such a thing was brought back when the general Wei Qing swept the Huns and vacated the hometown of the Huns, and it is a relatively ordinary one. The real core soul-raising tree is tens of meters high and a giant surrounded by ten people. Things, the Xiongnu in the Western Regions have many strange witchcraft, and there are more soul-raising things than the original Central Plains.

　　 It's only a pity that General Wei likes to copy the old things in battle, and then it's gone.

　　 But at the moment, it seems that Fenglang resides in Xu, Le Shi Yanran, I am afraid that the Han will directly cut the great mountain **** of the Huns at that time to worship the heavens, and even the Xiongnu directly has no royal court in Monan.

　　 Zhang Yue is dead, and Zhang Xiaoyu's body and soul are very weak.

　　 Wei Yuan was holding the flowerpot and was about to find a suitable place to put this thing down.

　　 Let the effect of the soul-raising wood cover the entire museum.

　　 Then go to the next step.

　　………………

　　 Zhao Yi looked at his younger brother, already gritted his teeth.

　　 "No, that little girl is a living corpse, life and death have boundaries, why do you still want to continue the living corpse law?"

　　 "It's just repaying kindness."

　　 "But that is the law of the living corpse. Can your Taoism continue for a few years? After the Taoism is gone~www.NovelMTL.com~ Can you continue your life?!"

　　 Seeing that Xuan Yi still refused to turn his head, Zhao Yi paced left and right, gritted his teeth, and said:

　　 "It really doesn't work, go to Master Patriarch and borrow his wooden sign!"

　　 Xuan was taken aback, and said: "That wooden sign is the treasure of the ancestor."

Zhao Yi said impatiently, "It's important to save people. What's wrong? Is it possible to watch you die? Or did you really save the little girl who saved you? Patriarch Master, that is the wooden heart of the five hundred years of soul-raising wood. System, let the little girl give up her body and raise her soul..."

　　 "You and me, as well as the elder sister, went up the mountain to make things clear. No matter how precious the thing is, Master won’t let it go."

　　 Zhao Yi's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked around suspiciously:

　　 "Brother, have you noticed that the Yin Qi here seems to be much purer."

　　 Xuan was taken aback, and also nodded.

Following the breath, the two Taoist priests turned their heads and saw Wei Yuan walking out holding a potted plant. Just as he was about to say hello, his eyes stuck to the latter's hand, only one was staring at the jade-white wood. One is staring at the quaint flower pot.

　　 soul-raising wood, black for a hundred years, and black for five hundred years.

　　 After a thousand years is purple, two thousand years is white, three thousand years can be like kunyu.

　　 Stepping into the practice world for a short time, Wei Yuan, who didn't understand this common sense, noticed the two people's sights.

　　 Thinking of turning around, there is an extra spiritual material in his hand.

　　 paused, using a normal tone that makes people unable to tell a lie:

　　 "As soon as I remembered that I still had this thing at home, it happened to be useful, so I turned it around and took a look."

　　 "Also, don't look at it. The flower pots are fake and antique."

　　PS: Thank you for the rewards in the land of the ruins, thank you~