Yanjing, China National Spirit Investigation Administration.

Unlike any unit within the system, the environment here is dark and the aisles are long.

In the aisle, every room is filled with thick iron doors, with the talisman paper sticking on it in the shape of a gossip, locking the things inside.

The simplest prison-style chandeliers above the head. Under the dim light, some doors are already rusted, rusty black, the aisles are wet, with water stains and a pungent strange smell. Obviously, this is a building located underground.

Among these iron gates, something could be heard vaguely yelling, and the Bagua Talisman array on the gate was constantly bulging, as if something was about to rush out.

A handsome man with peach eyes, about 28, 29, wearing a leather cloak and exquisite long boots, hugging a delicate white-eyed girl, walked all the way to the fourth floor.

The people coming and going looked at the handsome man and said respectfully: "Captain Wan."

On the fourth floor, there is a room with three-story iron doors. Each floor is covered with a Bagua Talisman array that is more complex than other floors. At the bottom is an office with the scenery in the 1980s and 1990s. There are no plants in the house, and the windows are pitch black.

"Minister, I'm back."

Taohuayan sat opposite the desk, behind the desk, and was a soldier.

The military uniform is special, almost black and leather. Unlike the rules that military and police cannot suck beards, his beard is very dense, his hair is very long, and his eyes are bloodshot.

The soldier is about 50 years old, with wrinkles carved by a knife and axe. The silkworm's eyebrows are lying horizontally. Under the thick eyebrows, a pair of sharp eyes as sharp as a knife is blocked by the messy hair.

"Where is the nest of Tianshan snowballs?" The soldiers' voices were like a bell.

"It's solved, the bureau chief's soul has been broken up and the body has been burned by me. Several team leaders of the special departments of the Tianshan Border Defense garrison went with me."

The white-eyed girl sat on her legs, and the soldier turned a blind eye. When she heard the reward of her, she nodded.

"Very good! You had half a month off and were so anxious to recall you, the Xishan Research Base was restarted. It issued an S-level security order, requiring us to send people there. It is very close to your hometown, so you can go there."

Taohua's eyes were a little surprised and returned to normal again. He smiled slightly: "Okay."

"Also, your senior brother, is that drunkard still unwilling to repent?"

Taohuayan smiled bitterly and shook her head: "My master is also persuading him. He feels that he has done nothing wrong. In the Changbai tragedy, those shamans are good at opening the dragon tomb, so damn it."

The soldier sneered: "My Spiritual Investigation Bureau was established in the late Qing Dynasty and was abolished repeatedly, and has survived to this day. Back then, the shamans were unwilling to leave the Dragon Tomb and threatened the safety of the three eastern provinces. We agreed with them that we would not open the Dragon Tomb of the Qing court within a hundred years, and they could not walk around inland at will. Then they stopped. At the beginning, they agreed to save their lives, and your senior brother would kill him, where would we place him?"

The soldier slapped the table heavily, his eyes filled with anger.

The white-browed woman sitting on Taohuayan shrank into his arms. Taohuayan patted her back comfortably and said to the soldier: "Minister. My master said back then that the dragon tomb is in trouble, and the dragon is dead, so it must not be opened lightly. Those shamans opened the dragon tomb at will, which was obviously a bad intention."

The teacup in the soldier's hand suddenly shattered, and a fierce light burst out under his thick eyebrows.

"What Jing Sansheng said is just words, is my Feng Qiang's words just in front of my ears?!"

With a loud roar, the talisman paper trembled violently on the glass in the office, and several pieces of talisman paper shattered, cracks appeared on the glass, and the tremor calmed down as other talisman papers emitted a faint yellow light.

The peach blossom eyes were like taking a bath, and the back was soaked.

His lips were a little white. He looked at the shaking face of the soldier and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Okay, you go down. I'll go to Xishan Research Base tonight. The above has made great determination to restart this project. This time, you can't make any mistakes again."

"I see."

After Taohuayan left, after a long time, a fragmented sound rang out on the side wall of the office, the iron door blocked by a bookcase.

"Hahahaha, Feng Qiang, you are too overestimating your abilities. Without Yang Shen or Ge Zhan, you still want to open the Ten Death Gate? There is hell, hell..."

The sound echoed in the office for a long time.

The soldier pulled up the curtains, put on a special glove, and opened the iron door.

"Is that so? I just let you see what hell is."

...

Tonight's Linjiang City is particularly uneasy.

The news that Taohuayan was about to come back was passed to Jing Sansheng, and then from Jing Sansheng to Fu Zong and Zhu Zong.

Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun received news of their confinement almost at the same time.

Generally, when there are no major events, the Southern Sect will require disciples to be confined and not to run around.

Moreover, Wang Qian, as a disciple of Fu Zong, received more careful information.

"Dahua is coming back? What's going on? Didn't he serve in the General Administration of Spiritual Investigation?"

The big flower that Wang Qian mentioned is naturally one of the three tigers of Douzong, and the flower is saber-toothed and ten thousand-man man.

Qin Kun met at Nanzongdao. This was a handsome man with peach blossom eyes.

However, Qin Kun, Chu Qianxun and Taohua were not familiar with each other, and they asked casually: "Three tigers of Douzong? Is something going on in Douzong?"

Chu Qianxun looked at Wang Qian. In the Seven Star Palace, her grandfather would not let herself know too much, so she could only ask Wang Qian.

"It seems that something happened to Douzong..." Wang Qian shook his head and looked at Qin Kun: "Qin Heigou, the girl you just rejected on the phone, did you say she is in Xishan Town?"

Qin Kun nodded in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Wang Qian took a deep breath: "Dahua is going to Xishan Town! Protect some secret characters."

As soon as Qin Kun finished speaking, he immediately understood.

As little memories flowed into my mind, Qin Kun looked calm: "They are going to open that door! Don't you want to live anymore?!!"

Door?

Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun were stunned: "What gate?!"

"Ten Death Gate! Believe it or not, there is another world inside. And there are many unfriendly things!"

When Qin Kun went to Sanfen Mountain, he vaguely felt that there was an extremely familiar aura in the big pit near the experimental institute in District 1. He had smelled that aura in Ten Death City.

Qin Kun concluded that there was definitely something to do with Ten Dead City!

And as I remember, when he died in the 1980s, Qi Hongzhuang's grandfather was conducting two studies, one was to copy Qin Kun's ability, and the other was to open that door!

If the urn is the real seal of the Ten Deaths, then the "Ten Deaths" tattoo on Qi Hongzhuang's arm is an immature system mark, which is a replica of my ability!

"Fatty, Miss, ask you a question and must answer truthfully."

Wang Qian and Qi Hongzhuang felt a hint of seriousness, and they nodded and looked at Qin Kun.

"Does your elders have special tattoos, such as... a razor?"

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Chapter completed!