Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"...Are you in Tokyo, are you with Sir Lin?"

"...Here we are. I waited all day yesterday and happened to meet a plane bound for Tokyo, so I took the opportunity to come here. Sir Lin came to pick me up, and he was driving!"

Wang Xuebin's mouth was bulging, he took a mouthful of warm soy milk, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Whoa... Coincidentally, I'm not far from Tokyo now!

By the way, except for that Fujiwara Shizuka, Jiuju's first-class high-level executives have all been conferred. If there is no problem with you, we will be able to go home in a short time! "

"...going home...that...Guanlan...I..."

Listening to the hesitant tone on the phone, Wang Xuebin slowed down his eating movements, held the Roujiamo in his left hand with his right, picked up the phone with his left hand, sat up straight and asked:

"What's wrong? You said?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's happy tone, Uncle Jiu on the other end of the phone hesitated, remained silent for a long time, and finally did not say anything.

"No...nothing...nothing...really..."

On the phone side, Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, thinking carefully, and after just a moment, he guessed what Uncle Jiu was reluctant to say.

He wants Wang Xuebin to let Japan go...no, it should be to let the Japanese people go.

For Wang Xuebin, who had experienced the anti-Japanese period, he never cared about what civilians were or were not, because the Japanese country did not care about our civilians.

But Uncle Jiu is not, Uncle Jiu can't, if he doesn't have this kind of compassion, Uncle Jiu won't be Uncle Jiu.

"...Okay...let's talk when you want to say it!

I still have to find a way to find out the whereabouts of Shizuka Fujiwara. She is the first-class leader of Jiuju, and my parents' bodies are still in her hands. She is not dead, and I feel uneasy! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was taken aback, speechless for a moment, and quickly said:

"Okay... Be careful yourself, if you need help, you can call again, I can help you at any time!"

"...rest assured..."

Said, Wang Xuebin hung up the phone lightly, raised his eyebrows lightly, and shook his head involuntarily.

He casually put the phone into the storage space, ate up the Roujiamo in two or three bites, took a gulp of soy milk, and threw the bag into the trash can not far away.

"Ugh..."

Sighing lightly, he stood up, took out a hair from the space, and prepared to do it. Uncle Nine's problem can be considered later. The most important thing now is to solve Fujiwara Shizuka first.

After all, a family needs to be neat and tidy!

Chapter 426 Opening the Altar·Calling the Soul

Modern life has brought earth-shaking changes to people, but every progress in the modernization process does not come out of thin air.

Every convenience we take for granted, such as daily necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation, is inseparable from the hard work of countless people.

The city has stopped functioning for three days, and all modern resources such as water, electricity, fire, food, and medical care have all disappeared.

Even simple garbage has become a very headache.

The high-rise buildings are like coffins. Even if they escaped the attack of the ghosts by chance, they still can't see any light and hope. They can only wait for death silently, or end themselves in advance.

In the underground garage of an apartment building, because there is no electricity, it can only be illuminated by a candle.

I don't know what the raw material of the candle is. The light it emits is dark green, which is very permeating.

Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged at the door of the elevator in the underground garage, holding a long, slender black hair in his hand, which was evenly wrapped around Faxiang.

Afterwards, he ignited the incense with the help of dark green fireworks, made a cross with the incense in one hand, and held a small inkstone in the other to accept the incense ashes, while continuing, muttering words in his mouth.

"Cigarettes gather ghosts, talismans open the gates of the earth, ghost soldiers lead the way to the sun, and ghosts show their bodies!"

As Wang Xuebin recited faster and faster, the incense in his hand burned rapidly like a fuse.

Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, and carefully picked up the incense ashes. He was relieved until the incense was burned out, and he picked up the pine smoke ink that had been ground a long time ago, mixed it with the black cat's blood, and mixed it with the incense ashes.

Picking up the talisman pen, took a stack of talisman money, licked up the ink, and wrote the name of Saixie Miko in Japanese on each talisman money.

These talisman coins are not to be burnt to Xixie Meizi, but to the errand who led Xixie Meizi to come. According to Uncle Jiu, the name of this altar is called Datongguan, which is commonly used by some five types of immortals. method.

The so-called clearing the customs, the talk on the wine table, is actually a bribe one after another, because there is no backing of the sect behind it, so this cumbersome method can only be used to summon the soul.

If you are a Taoist disciple, you never need to be so troublesome. You only need a yellow form with the deceased's birthday and home address written on it, and you can @纪代祖师, and the rest of the matter will naturally be resolved by the ancestors!

It's a pity that Wang Xuebin is not a disciple of Daoism, even if he writes a statement, he doesn't know who to @, so he can only use these so-called heretic methods to achieve his goals.

On Wang Xuebin's left hand side was a small three-legged copper tripod, a product of the Warring States period. He didn't know what this copper tripod was used for, anyway, he was used to burn talisman money.

The so-called gold and iron respect the sky, and clay worships the earth. It is said that the pottery stove should be used as the magic weapon for burning incense to the ghosts, but because the audience of the ritual this time is mainly ghosts.

However, although Yinchai is in the underworld, it is still under the jurisdiction of the heaven, so Wang Xuebin deliberately found this copper tripod of suitable size to open the altar.

Because he didn't know the original purpose of this copper tripod, Wang Xuebin even beat it with dish soap and steel wool to make the surface shiny, and he was satisfied.

Anyway, to him, antiques and non-antiques are meaningless, and he doesn't expect any patina patina to add value. The ones he uses for his own use are of course pleasing to the eye.

A piece of talisman money filled the small copper tripod. Wang Xuebin roughly estimated it, wrote a few more, and pressed it into the tripod.

The so-called etiquette is not surprising, but for the matter of customs clearance, I would rather pay more than not enough.

Picking up a bowl of high-purity alcohol, he placed the dark green candle between the copper tripod and himself, opened his mouth to take a mouthful of alcohol, pointed it at the candle flame, and spewed out suddenly.

A fire light illuminated the dark underground garage, and the talisman money in the copper tripod instantly ignited a raging fire, that is, there was no water or electricity at this time, otherwise, the automatic sprinkler fire extinguishing device would have been turned on long ago.

The flames in the copper tripod ran high, blackening the roof of the underground garage in just a moment. With the flames burning, the underground garage whose ventilation system had been disabled began to blow gusts of sinister wind.

"Woo~woo~"

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing over the body, can't help but make people feel a chill, Wang Xuebin tightened his coat, took two steps back, and avoided the flames that were swaying more and more in the dark wind.

In such a strong wind, not only the talisman money was not blown away, but even the candle in Wang Xuebin's hand was not blown out. Anyone can see that there is something strange about this gust of wind.

Weird!Yes, very strange!

For some reason, the apartment that had no electricity suddenly regained power, and the dark underground garage also had a little light. Although the light was still dim, it was definitely much better than the candle in Wang Xuebin's hand.

The wind was still blowing again, and suddenly a torrent rushed over, rolling the burning talisman money into the air, the burning talisman money rolled in the air, and fell back into the copper tripod, Wang Xuebin was very tongue-tied watching it.

Good guy!It also has an automatic stirring function!This is because they are afraid that the talisman money will not be burned enough!

The talisman money fully combined with oxygen burned more vigorously, while burning, it was also surging under the wind, until all the talisman money was burned to ashes, the wind gradually stopped.