"Mr. Nian" with one hand was photographed in the video. At this time, it was not far from Gu Yuexi - this man looked like a desperate, and was very brave. He left the Dongchuan Black Market swaying under the nose of Feng Shen. At this moment, he drove alone to Yong'an, the base camp of the alien control bureau, and parked in a resort in the southern suburbs.

The Penglai meeting was interrupted because of the arrest of Yuede Gong. Director Huang left without saying goodbye. All the special talents were covered in dirt, but they dared not speak out, fearing that the little bad things in their family would be revealed. Only the host, Grandma Yu, was the most psychologically qualified. She was as if she was fine. She comforted everyone while doing whatever she should do.

In the afternoon, Grandma Yu finished meditation, and lunch was as usual. She raised her chopsticks silently and spent a quarter of an hour to finish eating, not more than a second, not less than a second. After that, she rinsed her hands and mouths, and was as dignified as a statue of a jade carved Bodhisattva. The ghostly maid next to her opened the window to ventilate, blew away the smell of rice, and another incense stick was burned in the incense burner.

Grandma Yu said slowly: "I've asked the guests to wait for a long time, please invite someone in."

The maid changed her incense and bowed to her back. She looked pretty, but her face was slightly stiff. She didn't know what was wrong. After a closer look, there were two thin vertical lines at the corners of her mouth to her chin. Her movements were a bit unnatural, and her chest had no ups and downs, as if she didn't have to breathe.

As soon as he turned around, a small piece of broken "skin" appeared on the back of the maid's neck. It was not flesh and blood, but wood textures.

She is not a real person, she is a puppet.

After a moment, the weird puppet maid brought Mr. Nian in.

Mr. Nian looked around the surrounding environment quietly before he said hello: "Grandma Yu, I'm disturbing."

"Long time no see, I still think that Mr. Nian is who this is. It turns out to be your child." Grandma Yu recognized him at a glance and smiled familiarly, "Sit down - bring a bowl of tea."

Mr. Nian habitually picked a corner and sat down. His back was as straight as a gun that could be used to make a spear at any time. He took the tea handed over by the puppet maid. He only drank it in a drinking position without touching his lips. Then he put the tea bowl aside, flipped his hand and showed a token of a gloomy wood carving.

There was a strange totem on the token, with a dragon head, a bird's wing, a snake body, a tiger's tail, and a split eyes. Mr. Nian called the token upside down on the table, revealing the two blood words "Sky Fire" on the back: "Our people should have believed you. This is my token, and I will verify my true body."

Grandma Yu's eyes stayed on the token for a moment, and said slowly: "It's too arrogant to come to Penglai meeting directly."

Mr. Nian smiled. He had a tough guy temperament, but his teeth were narrower than ordinary people and very delicate. He smiled inexplicably with a naive and clean meaning. But now he sat in the dark, with shadows hanging on the light, reminding people of the polluted holy lake: "With mother-in-law's status as a martial arts lake, we are here to visit now. This matter is indeed inappropriate. You see, because we are all juniors, don't make any decisions this time."

Grandma Yu raised her eyebrows, which were trimmed very delicately, and said, "You are better than before."

Mr. Nian's expression remained unchanged: "I'm telling the truth, everyone recognizes it."

"I can't afford it," Grandma Yu waved her hand with a smile, "Mr. Yuede has collapsed, so why not open the skylight and say something brighter - Mr. Nian, if I refuse you like him, what's the handle for me, my old lady in my hands?"

"What are you talking about?" Unlike the indifference and rudeness in the black market, Mr. Nian is not enthusiastic about Grandma Yu, but his attitude is much more sleek and polite. "You are the most senior specialty in the world, and the last old person of Qingpingsi. You should be more clear about some things - Specialty and ordinary people have not been the same clan since ancient times. Back then, the Emperor of Human Resources destroyed all directions, and tyranny was against the will of heaven, and deprived us of the power, so that now all compatriots think they are human beings, and willingly restrain themselves for the human race and work hard for others. Isn't it ridiculous?"

Grandma Yu disagreed: "What else do you say about the old almanac that has been thousands of years old? The overall situation has been decided early, and the Qingpingsi has been disbanded for seven hundred years. The current 'special ability' is not much different from that of mortals."

Mr. Nian: "That's because Chiyuan is still banned."

"What, can your sect have another person who is like the Emperor of Humanity and rewrite history?"

Mr. Nian said calmly: "It may not be impossible."

"Ha," Grandma Yu smiled sarcastically, "I really live a long and experienced life. The old woman hasn't heard such a big tone in many years."

"I know that as your mother-in-law, I don't want to take the risk of making a move. Today I'm taking the liberty to disturb you, nor is it forcing you to stand by, but I just want to give you more choices." Mr. Nian said slowly, "In the future, we will fail and will not implicate you, and you will lose no money. What if we can really make Chiyuan burn again, will it be good for you?"

"There has been no abnormal movement for three thousand years. It has long become an extinct volcano. What are you going to do?" Grandma Yu said sarcastically, "It doesn't work to throw a bomb in it."

"I don't think Chiyuan is 'dead'," said Mr. Nian. "In my opinion, Chiyuan's seal is just an individual embankment. It's been three thousand years. Even if the embankment is strong, it should be loosened. In recent years, the birth rate of Teen has been rising. Haven't you noticed it?"

Grandma Yu paused: "So what? I'm all the people who buried my neck in the loess. I don't have the same aura as you young people, and I don't want to follow you..."

"You are less than a thousand years old," Mr. Nian interrupted her. "Before the melee of Jiuzhou, the demon clan within a thousand years was still young and middle-aged. If Chi Yuan had not been sealed, how could you show the appearance of the five declines at a young age?"

This sentence finally hit Grandma Yu's heart, and no one is afraid of ruthless time.

She was silent for a while and relaxed: "I may not be able to help you anything."

Mr. Nian laughed silently: "When the Kyushu battle, there was a 'human-like race' called 'Gaoshan'. The people of Gaoshan are good at casting and can communicate with gold and iron. It is said that the swords they made are spiritual. The king of Gaoshan finally defected to the human race and sent his adopted son to the Emperor as a servant, hoping to take advantage of this to seek a glimmer of life in the troubled times, but unfortunately he was trying to make a fuss with the tiger. After using them, the emperor crossed the river and destroyed the bridge, turned to the palace of Gaoshan, slaughtered all the high mountain warriors, and took their wealth from their lifetimes as their own. Since then, the people of Gaoshan have disappeared from history."

Grandma Yu narrowed her eyes: "Witch, high mountain, gloomy sacrifice...the people behind you know so much."

"I said, we may not be able to turn the world around," Mr. Nian said softly, "Before the Gaoshan people destroyed the clan, the prince who was hostage by the Human Emperor got the news in advance and fled. Before being chased by the Human Emperor until he died, he hid a group of spiritual divine weapons."

"It turns out that you are looking for me for this," Grandma Yu shook her head, "It's true, but Qingpingsi has been following thousands of years until it was disbanded, and there is no clue about those weapons. If you ask me, then..."

"You don't know," said Mr. Nian, "but someone must know - like the prince himself."

Prince of the Mountain? Isn’t that person already dead into a fossil?

Grandma Yu was stunned at first, then remembered something: "Wait, what you mean..."

Mr. Nian said in a deep voice: "The prince died with hatred and fell into a human demon after his death. His tomb is the seal - the cemetery has always been a secret of the human race, and it is hidden in the deepest part of Qingpingsi. Many of the old things of Qingpingsi have fallen into your hands, right?"

"Do you want to summon the prince of the mountain with the gloomy sacrifice?" Grandma Yu frowned and pondered for a moment, "The mediator of the gloomy sacrifice... that is, the operator, needs to be of the same origin as the priest. According to the information I have obtained, the two previous 'priests', because the sacrificers are not qualified, so the human demons summoned are also half-baked... at least not the full strength that human demons should have - the priest of the first gloomy sacrifice was unknown and unknown bloodline. The sacrificer Bi Chunsheng himself fell into a half-demon "human candle", and barely relied on the 'demon', which was still a matter of getting along; the second gloomy sacrifice you could not find the descendants of the witch man, and used a mortal who was parasitized by the witch man. This is outrageous. Does that human demon have one or two of the strength he had in his lifetime? He didn't even have any splashes, and was dealt with by the alien control bureau. Now, who do you plan to find as a sacrifice man?"

Mr. Nian: "The descendant of a mountain man."

"What?" Grandma Yu opened her eyes slightly widened, and then she realized something, and her eyes turned to Mr. Nian in surprise, "You?"

Mr. Nian smiled without saying a word.

"You are actually a descendant of Gaoshan people? No wonder..."

No wonder what, she refused to say anything more. Grandma Yu paused and said, "Sacrificing the Demons to the Text, I might be the first drop of blood after the birth of the demon. That Bi Chunsheng is the lesson of the past. Are you not afraid of death? What are you trying to do? Just to repair a knife?"

"I'm already dead. Prince Gaoshan is a master of refining weapons. He was known as the 'Tian' during his lifetime. If he could really..." Mr. Nian's face remained unchanged, but his fingers on his knees curled up. "What's the big deal about me, a lonely ghost who is surviving and has a life of terrible life?"

Grandma Yu finally sighed.

Mr. Nian observed his expression and immediately said, "Then I would like to thank you in advance."

"This time I am just impressed by your persistence. I will help you privately. I have nothing to do with your education. Remember," Grandma Yu stood up, looked at Mr. Nian deeply, and called out his real name, "Yanqiushan."

"The great way is abandoned, there is benevolence and righteousness; wisdom comes out, there is great falsehood; the relatives are not harmonious, there is filial piety and kindness; the country is in chaos, there are loyal ministers. [Note]" - There is such a calligraphy hanging on the wall of the general dispatch room of the Extraordinary Control Bureau. I don't know who chose it. Anyway, it was there when Xiao Zheng moved in. Xiao Zheng was an amateur, and he couldn't tell what font it was. He only felt that those words were skinny, like a team of ill-intentioned hungry people.

An investigator next to him was reporting on his work: "We checked several accounts of the field involved in the headquarters and found that they had transferred the money to the same account. The account belongs to a bag company with a maximum amount of 180,000 and a minimum amount of 34,000. After the transfer, they all called Gong Chenggong, the former head of the aftermath department. After the transfer, one of the field office also sent a message to the old director - 'Director Gong asked me to convey my gratitude to you and come to you to return the gift in person another day'."

Xiao Zheng took his eyes back from the plaque: "What does this mean?"

"It means that there was an accident when you are not doing your job. If the number of casualties exceeds the regulations, you have to go to Gongcheng to buy mirrors, water moon butterflies to whitewash the peace - but of course this kind of contraband cannot be bought by everyone. It must be introduced by acquaintances, membership system..." Xuan Ji walked into his office with a cup of coffee, yawning like he couldn't wake up. He said lazily, "The 'return gift' sounds like an agency fee, commonly known as 'kickback' among the people, and is not considered a social person after confiscation."

Xiao Zheng glanced at his face at this moment and frowned: "What's wrong with you? Did you go back to take drugs yesterday?"

Xuan Ji had just finished his rest, but his face was filled with heavy fatigue, which made his bright and bright facial features almost cover him with a layer of dusk air, like a big smoker who was addicted to it.

"I'm afraid my life will be in the near future." Xuan Ji sighed and yawned again, filling the remaining half of the cup of espresso in one mouthful. He almost got upset and covered his heart and shouted, "Dad Xiao, if I sacrificed myself at work, how much funeral expenses can the organization reimburse me? Can you help pay my credit card first?"

"No problem," Xiao Zheng kicked him a chair ruthlessly, "and then sold you to the medical school to pay off your debt."

Xuan Ji said "tsk" and took out a box of good cigarettes from Director Xiao's drawer without hesitation. He took it for himself and asked the investigator who came to report: "So is Bi Chunsheng's accusation against you old director true?"

The investigator looked solemn and opened his tablet computer: "This is the interrogation record of the mental interrogation of the person involved."

The spiritual department is really a good expert in interrogation. Like the closed disciples of Duke Shin Yuede of Dongchuan that day, this time, they also directly mentioned memories from the human mind.

The person under investigation on the screen was covered in dust and was holding the phone trembling: "Director...I...I will report something to you... When I was arresting the mutant scorpion, a gas station next to me... caught fire. It was not intentional... They were all dead, dead..."

The images on the screen moved with his eyes. There were dozens of corpses of all sizes on the ground. The staff at the gas station happened to be docked by tourists nearby, and most of the corpses were already bloody.

"It's my problem, it's all my problem," the person holding the phone tore the voice, and said in a strong crying voice, "Can you ask the bureau to be comfortable with it? This time, don't implicate others, count the casualties on me... There are more than ten brothers in my group, including children who have just passed the internship period and have a good future, and... There are old guys who broke their fingers when they were on the task... They are about to retire... They can't be ruined because of this negligence. Director, please, please, punish me..."

After a while of silence on the phone, the old director's voice came: "Do you know Gong Chenggong from the aftermath department?"

The person who took the phone didn't react for a moment: "Ah..."

"Contact him and tell him you need a 'amulet' and say I agree... I'll ask me if I'm nervous about it."

Xiao Zheng felt cold when he heard this.

"There are other things," the investigator said, "because of this 'intermediary' system, the people involved have a close relationship with each other. We have now drawn up a list of them according to the memories of the man who was cursed this time, all of which are... In short, you are mentally prepared."

Xiao Zheng took the list, looked at it for a while, and closed the words without saying a word and handed it to Xuan Ji.

Xuan Ji took it and glanced, and he was full of energy: "Wow, this is really 'only the stone lion at the door is clean' (Note 2)."

Among the suspects involved in concealing the number of casualties with Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly, four cadres at the level of the branch director and the old director of the Different Control Bureau, and the current Minister Song of the Field Safety Department, were unable to escape, and there were eleven people at the level of the director of the security department in various regions... This was only actively involved in the case.

In recent years, nearly 30% of the dangerous field tasks of the "second-level" and above in the Extraordinary Control Bureau have traces of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon Butterflies. Almost all front-line field elites have received "protected" by Mirror Flowers and Water Moon Butterflies without knowing it.

Including Xiao Zheng himself.

This seems to be a paradox, because the "waste snacks" are all doing logistics, and they don't have to stand out when encountering problems, and of course there is no risk.

Only the best field office will be sent to handle the most dangerous tasks. On the one hand, there are work on the edge of the knife cliff, and on the other hand, there are strict management regulations. At the end, there seems to be only two left for the "heroes" of the past - either like Yanqiushan, which was the "Wind God", who could not even keep his own sword and left in disgrace; or like the old director, he finally bought the witch's spell from Gong Chenggong thousands of years ago, stepped on his conscience and climbed to a higher place.

"Director Xiao," Xuan Ji held a cigarette in his mouth, "As a vested interest, what are you going to do?"

"I have all the evidence and confessions in the court," Xiao Zheng said in a silence after a while, "I'll go...I'll go and sign an arrest warrant with Director Huang."

Bi Chunsheng...the bones are not cold yet.

An hour later, on the honor list of the Intranet of the Extra Control Bureau, more than half of the photos representing the glorious resume were urgently removed. The page was too late to be edited again, and it was like a dog chewing it.

Minister Song of the Ministry of Security came to work and was disarmed at the door. The golden dragon in the headquarters hall climbed into the air along the pillars, and the vast dragon roar echoed in the empty hall.

Xuan Ji and the dragon looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly asked Xiao Zheng: "Old Xiao, although your whole family is ordinary, do you occasionally think that as a very capable person, you should have privileges?"

Xiao Zheng looked dull: "The feudal serf system has been destroyed for many years, and all living beings have long been equal."

"Equal all beings." Xuan Ji silently recited these four words, glanced across people's panic faces, and thought casually, "Then how did you treat that 'Zhichun' knife?"

Xiao Zheng: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I'm happy for you." Xuan Ji pressed Xiao Zheng's shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work."

The reason for this feeling is that Xuan Ji had a nightmare the night before, dreaming that he turned into a sword and was knocked into countless pieces - it was not the kind of "painless" destruction he helped the spirits in Chiyuan to liberation, and the sword-breaking person didn't know how much hatred he had with him, so he deliberately refused to let him free and smashed him into eight pieces.

During this night, he was dismembered by the "eight horses" for twenty or thirty times. He almost paralyzed when he opened his eyes in the morning. He was given five servings of espresso to save his life before he could walk upright to the unit.

Xuan Ji stayed in the Extraordinary Control Bureau with a strong spirit, helping Xiao Zheng plunder the formation - all field elites, afraid of accidents during the arrest - in order to refresh himself, he also ate a whole can of Ping Qianru chocolate.

Ping Qianru looked at the leader who could not eat fat with envy and hatred, and silently placed a few orders online.

At this time, Xuan Ji's phone shook. It was when he was hunted by Aluojin in Dongchuan. Ping Qianru temporarily pulled the group and forgot to block it.

Mr. Wang posted a few short videos in the group. Xuan Ji took a closer look and the title reads: "The little brother who blows the hawk on the street in Yu Yang, and a magical scene of birds watching the phoenix is ​​not a magic trick."

What's the matter...

Wang Ze shouted in the group: "Look at Director Xuan, is this your sword? Your sword is popular! Have you signed the full responsibility agreement? Sign it quickly! In the future, go to the platform and receive advertisements, and earn 300,000 yuan a month, and you will never have to go to work again!"

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Note 1: "The great way is abolished...there are loyal ministers" - from the "Tao Te Ching".
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