spirit walker

Chapter 112
"Zizzi."

The Elvis speaker emits a current sound, and then returns to silence.

Zhang Yuanqing sat in front of the desk in a daze, but something was boiling in his mind, with thousands of thoughts, turbulent waves, and a mess.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke free from the chaotic emotions, and sighed while pinching his brows:

"Really, it turns out that even you are the servant of Judge Sly-Eyed"

After the initial shock, the clues and details of the past converged in Zhang Yuanqing's mind and gradually pieced together the truth of the matter.

——The Demon Lord is the servant of the Sly-Eyed Judge, and he was controlled by the Sly-Eyed Judge when the Demon Lord was still very weak.

A certain piece of audio from the past can testify that the Demon Lord has a mission to hunt and kill lawful walkers every month. Who issued the mission?

Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to understand it before, but if the devil is the slave of the Sly-Eyed Judge, then the logic makes sense. The Sly-Eyed Judge is a big boss in the evil professional camp, and he is born to be opposed to the lawful camp.

It is reasonable to arrange for the "servants" under his command to suppress the lawful walkers in the jurisdiction (Eastern Branch of the Psionic Society).

Yuan Ting of the Taiyi School said that the demon king is moody and has an unruly temperament, and lawful and evil professions are stewed together. This is because the night tour god belongs to the lawful profession. Jun will be deducted moral value.

Therefore, the Demon Lord has to hunt and kill evil professions to ensure that he will not be wanted by the spirit realm.

"When the Demon Lord was very weak, he was controlled by the Sly-Eyed Judge. He struggled to survive, trying to find a way to release the control of the Holy Grail, until he was about to climb to the top and finally saw hope.

"Then, together with Brother Bing, who is also a slave, I hunted and killed Judge Sly-Eyed. All the information I obtained before can verify this reasoning, and the motivation and logic are consistent."

Zhang Yuanqing continued to deliberate, and now he has figured out the motive of the devil hunting and killing the judge with strange eyes, combined with the mysterious person
His face suddenly turned ugly, and a chilling speculation emerged in his mind:

The Demon Lord is the servant of the Sly-Eyed Judge, so his identity information must be recorded on the roster.

If, if that mysterious person belonged to the Demon Lord, his purpose of tearing up a page of the roster was not to cover up Brother Bing's identity information, but it happened that Brother Bing and him were recorded on the same page.

"It shouldn't be. If the Demon Lord is not dead, how did Brother Bing get his character card? After all, Li Dongze once said that the character card is issued by the spirit realm, but my character card is given by Brother Bing."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

"If it's really the devil, then the reason why he didn't kill me is very thoughtful and terrified. No, I have to confirm whether he is dead or not."

Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his face, stabilized his mind, took out the notebook from the drawer, and wrote:
"How does the spirit walker remove the character card?"

"How to get someone else's character card?"

If I figure out these two questions, I can guess a lot of things, but I must never ask the official, especially Fu Qingyang, he knows too much Zhang Yuanqing turned the ballpoint pen, and locked an object in his mind.

Master Wuhen!

Master Wuhen is an evil profession, a lineup that is completely separated from lawful professions, and because the opponent belongs to the chaotic good camp, he will not generate malice or threat to him, and the level of Master Wuhen is high enough.

It is better to ask like him than to ask like the palace lord.

Although the palace lord is in the law-abiding camp, she can't stand her crazy criticism.

"If you have nothing to do, you can go to Master Wuhen to show your face, hug your thighs, and ask for the jade charm of dreams for nothing, unless he expressly tells me not to go again"

Zhang Yuanqing is still very confident in his social skills and thick skin.

After making up his mind, he put away the Elvis speaker, covered the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up under the endless calls of his grandmother, lying on the bed in large characters, stretching his waist.

After a night of rest, the state has completely recovered.

When I came to the living room, my cousin Chen Yuanjun just finished his breakfast, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, nodded to his cousin, and continued:

"Grandma, I'm going to work."

Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback: "Brother, today is Sunday."

Chen Yuanjun said helplessly: "Something happened at the third elementary school. We are responsible for sealing off the scene and maintaining order. An old man died in the nearby community. I heard from colleagues that he fell down accidentally, but the neighbor next door said that someone was downstairs that night. fight.

"The family of the deceased thought he was murdered, and they made a fuss in the Public Security Department early in the morning. There were a lot of things going on today."

He was indeed killed, and Hei Wuchang was stunned by the yelling, I couldn't save Zhang Yuanqing and sighed silently.

Songhai's grandparents have always been very temperamental, and if they are upset, the heavenly king and I dare to point their noses and scold them, but it's a pity that they are unlucky and encounter such a stubborn stubble as Hei Wuchang.

After Chen Yuanjun left for work, Zhang Yuanqing took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and asked while eating:

"Grandma, where's my aunt?"

"Sleeping in the house, today is Sunday, I don't bother to care about her." Grandma put a deep-fried dough stick for her grandson, then took out [-] banknotes from her pocket, and said:
"Living expenses for next week."

"Thank you grandma."

Zhang Yuanqing is a bigwig with a net worth of 50 yuan, but the living expenses provided by his family are not good, so he can't say: Your grandson and I lick blood all day long, killing people and stealing goods, and now they are not short of money.

Grandma proudly took five hundred oceans and went into the balcony to water the flowers. At this moment, my aunt, who was wearing a pink cotton pajamas with Pikachu printed on her chest, stepped on slippers and came out clattering.

She squinted listlessly, her hair was disheveled and disheveled, and she looked lazy.

Speaking of it, although my aunt is a sweet and well-behaved type, she is still very good at fighting, and Pikachu has gained a lot of weight.

Jiang Yubai sat down next to his nephew and shouted, "Mom, where's my porridge!"

"You don't know how to go to the kitchen to serve?" Grandma scolded.

Jiang Yuba coquettishly said, "Mom, don't you love me?"

"roll!"

"." She entered the kitchen in despair.

Zhang Yuanqing waited for his aunt to return with the porridge, and asked, "We didn't play games last night, did you sleep so late?"

"Auntie is here!"

"Your aunt comes here twice a month?"

"Speak up!" Auntie raised her hand, and with a fierce hand knife, Duang slashed at the nephew's head: "When will it be your turn, a junior, to bully you in front of Auntie?"

The aunt who had just finished showing her power was cut off with her hands behind her back by her nephew, and she was pressed down on the dining table.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his aunt's upturned buttocks, and an uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind: such a beautiful butt, it would be a pity not to have a long pigtail.
Hey!
He cursed in his heart, immediately let go of his aunt, and sat upright.

Jiang Yuyu was just about to call his mother to show her how his nephew bullied him, and was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you cowardly?"

Zhang Yuanqing sneered: "Woman, you can no longer attract me."

Then, he added with tears in his heart: The sow has gradually come into my field of vision
"Shall we go shopping later?" Jiang Yubai said.

"No, I have something to do in the morning, check the time in the afternoon."

In the dimly lit room, the orange desk lamp gave off a faint light.

In front of the brown solid wood desk, the burly man made a "boo", pulled out the cork of the glass test tube, and drank the pale golden liquid in one gulp.

He sighed in satisfaction, the sword marks and claw marks all over his body healed quickly without leaving any scars.

Then, the fire master looked at the black-robed guardian who was standing by the window watching the rain, and said in a deep voice:
"I just received the news that Hei Wuchang was killed, and the Holy Grail has fallen into the hands of the Songhai branch. Great guardian, we have no chance."

The big protector by the window watched the rain quietly, and was silent for a long time, with a hoarse voice:
"Who killed Heiwuchang?"

Huo Shi snorted coldly: "Yuanshi Tianzun, according to the official database, he has just obtained A-level meritorious service, heh, A-level meritorious service, I remember that in order to become an elder, in addition to having enough levels, at least one A-level is required. Heiwuchang needs He didn't kill it, so why should he get an A grade."

The Great Protector said: "Think of a way to kill him. In addition, release the news that Hei Wuchang was killed, and the roster fell into the hands of the Five Elements Alliance. Stimulate the fallen people on the roster."

At 09:30 in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the lobby of "Wuhen Hotel" with a smile on his back and went straight to the front desk with a backpack on his back.

"Auntie Xiaoyuan, I'm here again." Zhang Yuanqing approached the front desk.

The gorgeous aunt in a small wine red suit and a white shirt glanced at him and said calmly, "What's the matter this time."

"I came here to thank Auntie Xiaoyuan for her help last time. Hei Wuchang has been killed, and the Holy Grail incident has been resolved." Zhang Yuanqing said, opened the zipper of the backpack, took out a stack of banknotes, and placed it on the front desk:

"This is [-], and the extra [-] is my personal wish."

"Heiwuchang is dead?" Auntie Xiaoyuan raised her eyebrows, surprise flashed in her cold eyes, followed by fear.

The Five Elements Alliance's ability exceeded her expectations, and in such a short period of time, Hei Wuchang was discovered and killed.

She frowned delicately, and said: "I remember that the person in charge of this matter is the deacon of Kangyang District, Fu Qingyang, a member of the White Tiger Army."

Zhang Yuanqing: "It's him, but in this incident, I was the first to do it."

Xiaoyuan ignored his words directly, and became more and more afraid of Fu Qingyang in her heart.

Immediately, she turned her attention to the thick stack of cash, and after a moment of silence, she accepted [-].

Groups like them living in the cracks have restrictions on moral values, raids by officials, and extremely limited sources of income. They cannot be said to be living in poverty, but they are definitely not rich, and lack of funds will cause great inconvenience.

Maintaining channels, inquiring about news, trading, etc. all require money.

Spirit walkers also need life.

Seeing that Auntie Xiaoyuan accepted the money, Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Actually, there is another merciless request."

Aunt Xiaoyuan's heart sank.

"I want to meet Master Wuhen." Zhang Yuanqing looked sincere.

Xiaoyuan looked down at the money in his hand, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he said coldly: "Wait a minute! I can only ask for you. Whether you see or not is the business of Master Wuhen."

After all, she stepped on her high heels and walked towards the elevator.

A few minutes later, the elevator went down, and Aunt Xiaoyuan returned, nodding her head and saying:

"Go!"

Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator to the fourth floor and stopped in front of the door of the second room on the left, which is room "404".

He took the doorknob and turned it gently.

The foreground is distorted like water waves, the door disappears, the hotel corridor turns into a simple and spacious hall, the red carpet under the feet turns into mottled stone bricks, and under the algae well painted with gods and Buddhas all over the sky, there is a golden Buddha with flowers and low eyebrows, with a compassionate expression It seems majestic and cold.

The back view of Zhang Yuan on the futon in the Qing Dynasty clasped together and saluted: "Master Wuhen."

"What's the matter?"

Ethereal and low, the voice of enduring pain echoed.

"The junior has two doubts, and I want to ask the master." Zhang Yuanqing said: "Spirit realm walker, how can I unbind the character card without dying? How can I get someone else's character card?"

Master Wuhen pondered for two or three seconds, and said slowly:

"Any spirit walker can only unbind the character card by dying. Even the five leaders of the Five Elements League and the supreme leader of the evil organization are no exception.

"As for how to obtain other people's character cards, I have never heard of this method, but from my humble knowledge, there must be a prerequisite, that is, being in the spirit realm."

Even the five lords can't cancel the character card?With the rank and status of Master Wuhen, he dared to say that, he must be confident.

So the Demon Lord is really dead?

Only in the spirit realm can one get other people's character cards. I can understand this, because after the walker dies, the spirit realm will recycle the character cards. If you want to "intercept", you must be in the spirit realm.

Master Wuhen didn't know such a method, but Brother Bing did it. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, then asked:
"The soul of the high-level night tour god is immortal, is there a possibility of suspended animation?"

"It is impossible to cancel the character card by feigning death. If the character card is canceled, you must die." Master Wuhen said.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's guess was shaken.

The master of Taiyi sect said that the demon king is dead, and Master Wuhen also said that the removal of the character card means death. Could it be that his own reasoning is more reliable than the insights of the two big brothers?

Obviously not possible!
But if the mysterious person is not the Demon Lord, who is it?
Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly, and said, "Thank you, master, for clarifying the confusion."

Master Wuhen said indifferently: "You and I are in different camps, and you are a member of an official organization. You should not interact with each other in the future. The general physical examination of the Five Elements Alliance is not a fake, don't make mistakes."

Sure enough, thick thighs are not so easy to hug. Zhang Yuanqing smiled wryly: "Understood."

After the voice fell, the scenery in the hall showed illusory special effects little by little, and finally disappeared.

He returned to the door of "404".

Alas, Little Green Tea's Dreaming Jade Talisman has not been used, and she is not considered an official member. Sometimes in the future, she can be asked to explore the way. If she refuses, I have already thought about the reasons-don't you feel sorry for your brother?
Taking the elevator back to the lobby, Zhang Yuanqing bid farewell and left, Auntie Xiaoyuan suddenly stopped and said:
"Did something happen to you recently?"

Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback for a moment, joy filled his heart, and his face remained calm: "How do you say?"

He thought to himself, could Auntie Xiaoyuan see something?

Madoka pondered for a while, and said:
"The first time you saw me, you saw my breasts three times, my face twice, and my legs five times. The second time you saw me, you saw my face once, my breasts four times, and my legs six times."

Zhang Yuanqing interrupted in shock: "Auntie, I didn't, so don't wrong me. You evil professions like to spray people with blood?"

Aunt Xiaoyuan said lightly:
"But this time, you only saw my face once.

"Your spiritual body is polluted. Although it is not deep, the polluted part will not have a great impact on your personality, but it corresponds to 'desire'."

Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

Aunt Xiaoyuan said calmly: "Level 5 witchcraft master."

Zhang Yuanqing's attitude changed, as if a person suffering from old illness found a good doctor, he spoke very fast:

"Auntie Xiaoyuan like this, I recently got a prop for the profession of a witchcraft master. Its price is that it will gradually change my sexual orientation. What a pity for the pig.

"But I didn't use it, I just kept it in my inventory."

Aunt Xiaoyuan's eyes showed pity:

"The price of some props is a slow influence, but it will not stop, but when you store it in the inventory, it has already recognized you as the master, and the influence will also occur.

"The price of some props is visible and intuitive, paid after use, and need not be considered before use.

"The degeneration of the witchcraft profession belongs to the former."

Zhang Yuanqing was terrified when he heard this, and immediately said: "Auntie, I plan to sell it to you at a low price."

Auntie Xiaoyuan sneered, "What do I want it for? Is it gradually becoming sexually interested in boars?"

Keep it for yourself.

Zhang Yuanqing looked desperate.

A cheating thing, even more cheating than the Tianchan incense burner that poisoned the entire tribe. Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the hotel, feeling a headache about how to deal with the "scarecrow".

This prop is undoubtedly very powerful, even the red dancing shoes can stain and corrode. When fighting at the same level, it is equivalent to a strategic level weapon.

But the price is really unbearable. Heiwuchang is an evil profession, so bad that he doesn't care about changing the orientation of species. The reason why Auntie Xiaoyuan doesn't want it is probably because she doesn't think she is evil and has a heart for good.

Therefore, I would rather give up the opportunity to strengthen myself.

I also have a good heart! Zhang Yuanqing made up his mind: "Sure enough, I still hand it over to the organization in exchange for props."

Just as he was thinking, the phone rang, and Fu Qingyang called.

"Hello, Centurion?" Zhang Yuanqing answered the phone.

"You come to my place. The branch's rewards for you have been determined. In addition to meritorious service and bonuses, the elders have decided to reward you with two props. Choose two out of ten props."

Fu Qingyang's voice was still cold, but to Zhang Yuanqing's ears, it was like a boy giving money.

"Good centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)