Wang Ze's eyes almost rolled down from his cheekbones. This doll is different from the puppets that just now looked like custom-made for a haunted house. Although it is also a wood carving, it is almost a handicraft. All the joints are highly simulated. A pair of eyes are made of obsidian and the glaze is extremely delicate. It seems that there is a hint of natural blood, and it is not even confused with the hair.

The doll was wearing a simple moon-white robe and a white jade pendant hung around her waist. Although the various proportions were a bit exaggerated compared to those of real people, the facial features were extremely accurate, making it clear at a glance that the doll was based on Zhichun.

This...what is this?

The wooden doll struggled violently and almost slid out of Yan Qiushan's hand. Then, it was tied up by a snake-like black mist.

"Maincao?" The doll was rolled up by black fog and was forced to turn around and face Sheng Lingyuan. The doll seemed to recognize His Majesty. The wooden carved face could accurately express vigilance and fear. The black fog forced it out of Yanqiushan's hand and hung it in the air. Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyes, "Who is the monster?"

"Wait," Yan Qiushan staggered between Sheng Lingyuan and the wooden doll, as if he couldn't breathe. He covered his left rib and hardly fixed his gaze on the wooden doll's little face, and asked hoarsely, "You...who are you?"

The wooden doll closed its mouth tightly, and the stone-made eyes seemed to have a heavy soul hiding in its heavy soul.

Yan Qiushan stared at those eyes, his quiet facial features twisted for a moment, and his expression almost collapsed. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Who are you? Why do you save me? You...you...you and...you..."

He wanted to ask "What is your relationship with Zhichun?", but the word "Zhichun" is like a taboo spell, and it can't be said no matter what.

Xuan Ji put away his wings, fell from mid-air, patted Yan Qiushan's shoulder, and then turned his head to look at the wooden doll. He asked everyone with understanding: "Who is behind Tongxincao? What's your relationship with Zhichun? Why use his face... Hum?"

Xuan Ji suddenly frowned. He grew up with a group of shameless sword spirits since childhood. Dao Yi and his group could not tell who was who they were just based on their appearance. He was used to relying on their feelings and breath to recognize the spirit.

At this time, his "artifact-spirit radar" that never made any mistakes informed him that this wooden villain was Zhichun.

The sword body was destroyed and backfired by the gloomy sacrifice. He saw it with his own eyes, the burial of lightning and thunder... that Zhichun.

Xuan Ji's mind turned very quickly, and he made a quick decision and turned around to instruct Wang Ze to contact his colleagues. Then, while Wang Ze was not paying attention, Yanqiu Mountain's divine thoughts were not in his mind, he suddenly slashed the back of Yanqiu Mountain with a hand knife.

The metal melted on Yanqiushan would automatically prevent external special attacks, but he was not wary of such mortal methods and fell down without saying a word. Xuan Ji raised his hand to catch him, and then stuffed the person into the stunned Wang Ze's arms.

Wang Ze: "Director Xuan, you..."

Xuan Ji waved his hand at him, half-kneeled down, lowered his gaze, took out the caution of fighting the prehistoric monster in the world of "Shan Hai Jing" every night, and carefully spread his spiritual consciousness on the wooden doll: "Ask you something, you are Zhichun, right?"

The wooden doll's eyes suddenly widened.

Wang Ze: "What?!"

Xuan Ji was afraid that he would wake up Yan Qiushan with a loud voice, so he raised his index finger at him and said to the wooden doll: "There are dozens of ancient sword spirits in my family, all of which are rotten together. I never missed it once. I think you are Zhichun... Or, you, the Tongxin Grass doll, are manipulated by Zhichun. Where are your real body?"

The wooden doll looked shocked: "You..."

"Stop messing around," at this time, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly interrupted Xuan Ji. The black mist stuck to the wooden doll's neck and hung it up from the air. "The body of the instrument was damaged, and the spirit of the instrument was destroyed. Knowing that the Spring Knife was only a special one. There were multiple bodies of the instrument, so he escaped by luck. He wanted to live by being backfired by the gloomy sacrifice. Is it also an immortal monster to be a small sword spirit? I think your spiritual sense has been in vain these days."

"Wait, don't... I really didn't miss the spirit of the weapon," Xuan Ji raised his hand to stop the black mist. "Zhichun is Weiyun's last work. Since he can have multiple instruments, maybe there are other special places. This macaroni grass is probably left by Weiyun for him back then..."

Sheng Lingyuan was too lazy to listen to him "maybe": "Impossible, let go."

Wang Ze looked at this and that, and didn't know who to listen to. After wandering for a while, it was the emotion that defeated the others: "Uh... that... or let's ask again, Director Xuan said... Damn!"

Before Wang Ze finished speaking, he saw a sharp thorn appearing in the black fog in the "Sword Spirit"'s hand. He directly stabbed Xuan Ji without hesitation. Fortunately, Xuan Ji was destroyed by him during this period and quickly shrank his hand. Only the light gray sweater cuffs were corroded into a paste.

Xuan Ji's forehead veins storm: "Sheng Xiao!"

He didn't know why this Majesty believed that as long as the body of the weapon collapsed, the spirit of the weapon would definitely die. Back then, the demon sword spirit had only one body, so didn't the sword spirit still live until the sixth year of Qizheng? This old man who was once in a high position and powerful position was simply unreasonable!

Sheng Lingyuan was too lazy to ask slowly. The Tongxin grass curse was born from the witch man curse. It can be passed down to make these wastes use. His Majesty himself improved it. Before, Grandma Yu's puppet was restrained by King Weiyu, and she didn't care about it for a while before she let her burn herself. Since this man dared to sway in front of him, don't blame him for stripping out the doll's sea of ​​consciousness. As soon as the doll fell into his hands, the demonic energy immediately drilled into the baby's seven orifices.

Xuan Ji had a bad premonition and didn't care about being furious: "Show mercy in your subordinates!"

Seeing that the black fog was about to tear apart the wooden doll's body, a golden light suddenly flashed on the wooden doll's neck. Sheng Lingyuan seemed to have been stung for a while, and the black fog tied with the doll was instantly cut through a corner by the golden light. The wooden doll took the opportunity to recite something silently, and suddenly broke free from the black fog, and was rolled up by the golden light and disappeared.

A wooden sign fell from its body and was grabbed by Sheng Lingyuan. When he saw the wooden sign clearly, His Majesty's expression suddenly solidified.

"Golden Crow Feather Wood..."

Golden Crow Feather Wood is a kind of sacred wood that the mountain people paid tribute to them back then. It is black all over. When placed in the sunlight, pieces of golden wire can be seen on the black wood, as thin as bird feathers, hence the name. This wood is extremely hard, is invincible with water and fire, is born with a spirit, can recognize the master, and therefore can withstand the talisman that ordinary wood and iron cannot bear.

According to legend, this kind of wood grows in the deep sea, and requires mermaids to carefully water it with songs. It takes thousands of years to see how they grow a small piece of mood. After the mermaids destroyed the clan, there was no such treasure in the world. The last piece of golden crow feather wood was presented to the human race when King Weiyu surrendered. Sheng Lingyuan used a piece of demon sword sheath, which was later destroyed with the sword body. The remaining scraps of scraps made him into the order of death, with a strong protective talisman on it. He was carved by Sheng Lingyuan himself and could block his full blown attack when he was angry.

He gave a total of two pieces of this kind of death exemption order, one piece of the prince, and the remaining one was rewarded to Weiyun.

The golden crow feather wood has never rotted for thousands of years. The front is the word "停" and the back is a talisman. The sharp handwriting has not faded for three thousand years. It was just that he burned a corner of it and it has become invalid. It was the piece of death exemption he gave Weiyun.

Although the golden crow feather wood can be as new as ever, His Majesty has always been merciful and stingy. His talisman is not as long as it is. Only whoever gives the order to die of death is used. It is still an ordinary piece of wood if others take it. Unless the original owner dies young before he reaches the right time, the order to die of death can protect him as a descendant. He must be the children of the original owner, and adoption of the nephew and nephew is not counted. He does not care about any of the grandchildren of the second generation, and can only be used once, only one person is protected.

However, Weiyun was sent to him by Gao Shanren as a hostage as soon as he became an adult, and later died early. How could he have time to get married and have children?

Even if he has illegitimate children, how could he live for three thousand years?

Who was the operator of the macaroni grass just now?

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Xuan Ji was about to ask, but suddenly he felt cold in his neck. Before he could react, the black mist in Sheng Lingyuan's hand had turned into sharp claws and grabbed him with murderous intent.

Wang Ze was already shocked by a series of accidents: "Director Xuan!"

Xuan Ji's pupils shrank slightly, but for some reason he didn't hide. The next moment, a few drops of warm blood fell on him - Sheng Lingyuan squeezed out a sparrow from the tree hole beside him.

The sparrow was almost clenched into a blurred flesh and blood, and a faint light flashed in his eyes like a black bean. Then, a shadow that was almost unrecognizable to the naked eye floated up from the sparrow's corpse and rushed towards the sky like a storm.

A chill climbed up, and the clan emblem suddenly appeared on Xuan Ji's forehead: "Puppet technique?"

Isn’t the only secret of the puppet technique that is not passed down by Dan Li? So far, it’s not only His Majesty who can do it alone…

The black fog in Sheng Lingyuan's sleeve stabbed towards the shadow like a sharp sword. Seeing that it was about to penetrate the shadow, a line of flame appeared from the middle, turning into a small bird the size of a palm, shouting: "Brother Lingyuan!"

Sheng Lingyuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the black fog fell off instantly. The "bird" was about to run away, but the black fog sword that was struck off turned incredibly, and the iron-hearted cleavage of the "bird" was split into two halves.

After the "bird" let out a very shrill cry, it was swallowed by the black fog.

Xuan Ji had goosebumps - that was the sound of the Demon Sword Spirit when he was young!

The crying pierced straight into Sheng Lingyuan's ears like the most vicious curse, making his sea of ​​consciousness overturn, his brain was like boiling, and the black fog and angry dragon wrapped around him. Xuan Ji felt that he was even empty.

Sheng Lingyuan's pale fingers pressed against his temple, and a black mist at his fingertips turned into a long needle about one foot long, and pierced it from his temple. I don't know if it was to use poison to fight the poison or what, but he actually used the "long needle" to stir it in his temple.

"Don't!" Xuan Ji's scalp exploded, as if the long needle was stirring his own brain. In desperation, he rushed over and grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's wrist, spread his wings and rolled the person inside, blocking the light. Before he could react, he pinched a strange hand gesture. A feather fell off his wings, melted into broken light, and after he pressed it into Sheng Lingyuan's eyebrows, he covered His Majesty's eyes with his hands.

Sheng Lingyuan staggered for a moment, his eyes darkened, his facial features seemed to be washed by a clear spring, and his connection with the outside world was cut off for a while. The time and space around him were confused. In a trance, he seemed to be returning to the former residence of the Taoyuan of the Wu Ren tribe. The wind and birds were singing in his ears, the pear blossoms melted in the moon, and there was a familiar voice in the sea of ​​consciousness clumsy learning the nursery rhymes of the Wu Ren tribe...

Then he was held in his arms, and the man tightly locked his self-harm hand. The soft cashmere scarf rubbed against the back of his neck, and the body temperature baked out the fragrance of detergent and camphor wood on the scarf. The clean breath instantly relieved his violent headache.

Sheng Lingyuan was a great man in the talisman array. His headache was relieved a little, and he immediately understood the talisman that Xuan Ji hit his forehead, and he was stunned.

He had never seen such a talisman, because it was a tiring and useless talisman that could neither heal nor any aggressiveness. It could only temporarily block its five senses and six senses, spread part of the life force of the caster, nourish his sea of ​​consciousness in the clumsy and wasteful way, and help him relax his tense and messy mood.

It seems... specifically targeting him with headaches.

Xuan Ji didn't remember where he learned this talisman, but the moment he hugged Sheng Lingyuan, he naturally used it, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Sheng Lingyuan struggled slightly, and the little demon immediately grabbed his hand nervously. The ten fingers were entangled. He felt that Xuan Ji's palms were colder like a small stove. His pulse spread from his wrist to his palm, so violent that it seemed as if he was trembling involuntarily.

Something was gently blowing across the old devil's heart, like a gust of wind, blowing away a little bit of old ash on the coffin. However, the next moment, Sheng Lingyuan opened Xuan Ji without any mercy and glanced at him lightly: "Have you told you to learn less useless side-by-sides?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

He came to his senses and was furious. However, the strange talisman seemed to have sucked a tube of blood from his heart, sucking his body temperature three degrees in one mouthful. His teeth seemed to be afraid that he would lose heat when he spoke. They bit him tightly for a moment, so they didn't allow him to spray it back.

Sheng Lingyuan took back the black fog that had swallowed the "bird" in his hand. The black fog rolled into a ball in his palm. Countless pictures on the sphere flashed quickly - Yanqiushan and their convoy drove into Pingzhou, Yanqiushan secretly changed cars for the second time, Director Du and they handed over at a private gas station, and the scene of the group departing from the Yuyang Branch...

The eyes behind these puppet techniques have been always decked with Yanqiushan and the others!

Wang Ze reacted quickly and took out his mobile phone to record the video as soon as possible.

The black fog ball continued to go backwards, and the snow-covered jungle, wilderness, and mountains flashed quickly on the picture... The last picture stopped in front of a "person". The man was tall and tall, with a big mask covering his face, only a pair of eyes exposed, his iris was shining with a weird dark green, and the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, as if he was smiling.

"Pan" and the ball rolling into black fog broke.

At the same time, the sound of the engine and the voice of the human being came, and Feng Shen, Xiao Zheng and others arrived.

Wang Ze enlarged the screenshot of those eyes: "This person has been following Team Yan and the others..."

"Is there a way to find this person as soon as possible?" Sheng Lingyuan was rarely serious. "Puppet technique is an ancient forbidden technique that has been lost for three thousand years. This person is likely to be a demon of Shadowman."

"Give it to me!" Xiao Zheng, who had just arrived, heard this sentence. Before the car could stop, he jumped down. He took Wang Ze's mobile phone and sent the video to himself, and quickly allocated various resources.

The overall dispatch office has amazing efficiency. In less than five minutes, the technicians have locked in the position of the "green eyes" by comparing the terrain, terrain, environmental characteristics on the screen and satellite maps - Qingping, Jiangzhou.

As soon as the positioning was released, Fengshen and the General Dispatch Office immediately took a two-pronged approach. Near Jiangzhou, all the members of Fengshen on vacation were dug out and rushed to Qingping. Xiao Zheng immediately notified the Jiangzhou branch to enter the first-level alert and collected all abnormal energy detection points data in the jurisdiction within 72 hours. At the same time, he contacted Bureau Huang to set up checkpoints at major transportation hubs and intersections entering and leaving Qingping area.

The group had just arrived in Pingzhou and rushed to Jiangzhou, five hundred kilometers away.

"The first three gloomy sacrifices caused great supernatural reactions," said Xiao Zheng. "The first Chiyuan Mutation Tree Riot, we sent an army to clean up. The second incident occurred in Dongchuan, because of the local supernatural incident management rights monopolized by Duke Yuede and his disciples, we failed to get the data as soon as possible. Later, we found that the power index of the entire Dongchuan area rose by an order of magnitude on the night of the formation of the gloomy sacrifice; and the gloomy sacrifice in the underwater ancient tomb of the South China Sea a few days ago, almost all local branches of the coastal provinces reported abnormal supernatural powers. If this 'green eyes' were a human demon, with the distance between Jiangzhou and the headquarters, we should detect the abnormal energy reaction as soon as possible."

Xuan Ji didn't care about the matter of "dog biting Lu Dongbin" just now, and left the phone number that asked the aftermath department to pay attention to public opinion at any time. He began to search his heart and wanted to collect more information about "shadow people" in their "inheritance": "It's hard to say, even three thousand years ago, the Shadow people were an extremely mysterious and special race. To be honest, I can't imagine how Shadow people became human demons... Your ancestors, if this human demon had never been sealed, wouldn't it be necessary to have a gloomy sacrifice to 'awaken' him?"

Xiao Zheng was disgusted by the word "ancestor" and got goosebumps: "Do you speak well, don't be smear?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

It is called "Sheng Lingyuan" or "Your Majesty". He is afraid of scaring his colleagues; he is called "Sheng Xiao", and he is afraid of scaring himself. It is all because of the old devil. He is too lazy to even give him a code name. It is simply too difficult for him.

Sheng Lingyuan played with the black fog fragments in his hand like plasticine without answering - how did the Shadow Clan produce a human demon? Why did it last for three thousand years silent? This is also something he couldn't figure out.

"Also, if I read it correctly, he was just puppet technique, right?" Xuan Ji disappeared and Sheng Lingyuan also used the "puppet technique" section in the South China Sea. He briefly introduced the puppet technique of the imperial teacher Dan Li in a few words, and asked Sheng Lingyuan, "Have Dan Li raised a shadow man? Wait, have you ever said that Dan Li has a...'confidant'?"

Wang Ze interrupted: "Should you ask the graduate student in your department who studies the history of Daqi? Why does the 'confidant' sound so similar to unofficial history? Is it true?"

Sheng Lingyuan paused: "There is one person."

"ah?"

"Who is it?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know if he was tired from a long trip or was unwilling to recall this incident. He rubbed his eyebrows and looked a little tired. "In the early years, Dan Li was still young... When Emperor Wu of Qi avoided the pursuit of the rebellion and foreign tribes, there was a maid Meng who had been with him and took care of their daily life. Over time, there were rumors that she was Dan Li's confidante."

The silent "Aunt Meng Xia" in Xuan Ji's memory suddenly appeared in Xuan Ji's mind.

Strangely, the maid was not conspicuous among a group of dirty men. However, Xuan Ji had clearly looked at her carefully at the time, but now he lifted her up for some reason, and he couldn't remember her face.

This person's presence is like air.

Sheng Lingyuan frowned slightly: "Meng... is indeed a shadow man."
Chapter completed!