I'm a thousand years older than you

It is said that the traceable fingernail can only guide the other one at a certain time in the night.Wen Zihe had nothing to do during the day, so he retreated to his room and said he was handling a case, but he was actually reading a book about Ying Hui.

Ying Hui, this monster, when he was alive, everyone dared to be angry and dare not speak out, and after he died, he let others play. The big and small things in his life were compiled into books by monsters, and they were widely praised. The ending is "the villain has fallen, The righteous monster clan alliance has won the victory", and several copies have been handed down to the people and become story books.These books all contain exaggerated elements, describing Ying Hui as an ugly, mountain-like monster with a stench.

When Ying Hui was doing evil, Wen Zihe was actually very young, but he still remembered that it was a human-like thing. From the outside, it was impossible to see that this person was full of blood and debts.Wen Zihe flipped through those books, full of imaginative nonsense, and simply lay on the bed, covering his face with an open book.

He felt that he was too lazy in the first half of his life, and that he would get retribution for living a life of eating and waiting to die. Now God will throw out all the troubles of his life at once, and give him a good time.

Ying Hui, Duan Ya, Lu Yebai.Each name gave him a different feeling, but they all weighed on his heart like a stone.Especially Lu Yebai, he will always block him at a critical moment, it really makes people don't know what to say.

"Young Master, are you there?" Bi Yao's voice came from outside the door.

He took the book off his face: "Yes. Come here."

Bi Yao has always acted decisively and never procrastinated. Wen Zihe asked him to take the time to go back to the mountain. He left overnight and returned without delay. He arrived at Wen's house last night.

"I went to the head of the Dilu Clan yesterday, and he said he knew about it. He sent one of his family members to check, but he was stopped before he left the mountain." Bi Yao stood at attention in front of his bed and began to report Work.

"By whom?" Wen Zihe frowned.

"It's Mr. Ya's subordinate. A member of Mr. Yayu, his name is 'Zhishan'. He speaks very powerfully in Mr. Yayu. Mr. Ya thinks highly of him, and occasionally lets him get involved in official affairs." Bi Yao once said a few years ago Having monitored Ya, he knows the composition of Ya Yu like the back of his hand, "Zhi Shan said, Mr. Ya already knew about this matter, and it involves a wide range of areas. It is not something that the Dilu Clan can intervene in, so they never asked again."

The patriarch of the deer tribe in that area was originally a guy who only swept the snow in front of the door. If possible, he didn't even want to sweep the snow in front of the door.And those who deliberately covered up the matter could continue the conspiracy.It can be called "the best of both worlds".

At this point in the matter, Wen Zihe had to admit that his premonition of bad luck was quite good. He felt that these few small disappearance cases were not simple, and the situation really became complicated.

"Where is that Zhishan now?" Wen Zihe raised his head and asked.

"I don't know. I was peeping in Yayu's training yard yesterday, but I didn't see this person, and there are three others missing." Bi Yao said.

"Most of them are in Xijing." Wen Zihe thought.He was not surprised that the other side's forces infiltrated into Xijing, but these three little monsters had half a dime relationship with them?

Since ancient times, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, nights are suitable for doing things that are rarely seen.

Under the cover of night, a van quietly drove out of the urban area of ​​Xijing and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

The driver was a man in his 40s. He smoked an expensive cigarette and said to the people beside him, "This is the second trip this month. Are they getting more and more frequent?" Will something happen if I go down?"

"Don't worry, that lord is in a high position, with his protection, nothing will happen." Another person replied.

"If something happens, they can escape unscathed. Who will be in charge of our lives? I think it's better not to do these things. If you walk too much at night, you will run into ghosts." The driver took a deep puff of his cigarette. , "I was going to finish this order, so I asked the owner for instructions to quit. The good life here is comfortable, but it is not practical."

"Do you think you can quit if you say you don't do it? Besides, it's not us who have blood on their hands, it's the 'cook'." Another person reassured, "We only do some finishing work."

"The 'cooks' are all highly valued talents of our family. How can the owner be willing to move? He can take us up to cover the bag at any time if something happens." The driver held the steering wheel with both hands, "There is a worse situation, the owner himself cannot protect himself , then everyone is tied to a rope, and none of them can escape."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense today?" The other person finally couldn't help it.

"I don't know. I always feel that this trip is a bit unlucky, as if an accident is about to happen." The driver shivered and stepped on the brake lightly, "Here we are."

The place where the van stopped was at the gate of an abandoned factory. Because of the bad location and the unknown feng shui, the factory had not been operated by anyone since the last century, and it had been standing in tatters in this wilderness. .

The driver opened the car door, leaned in, and complained, "It's hot, it's fucking smelly."

Another person stepped forward to give a hand, and the two of them walked into the gate of the factory carrying a large bag of things together.The bag was very heavy, and it looked like it contained a lot of fragments, and the surface was very uneven.

The two of them carried this bag of things, walked a little hard, and finally reached the innermost part of the factory building.The driver removed the wooden panels against the wall, revealing the small room inside.

The driver stepped on the floor of the room with one foot, feeling that the soles of his feet were not as hot as before, and turned around in doubt: "Have you..."

He saw his companion froze in place with a terrified expression, and at the same time, a cold and hard object lay across his throat.

Bi Yao beat the bound man back to its original shape—it was a rat demon.After it showed its original shape, because its body became smaller, the rope that was originally tied to its body became loose, but it did not dare to escape, and shrank in the corner of the wall.

Its driver companion who was about to wash his hands in the gold basin also drooped his head—it was true in the TV series, washing hands in the golden basin is never a good word. It was put on the neck with a knife.

The knife was shining coldly, and he didn't want to try whether it was fast at all. He swallowed his saliva and said to the young man holding the knife, "My lord, I have something to discuss. If you want to ask anything, we will all say..."

The young man looked casual, but his hand holding the knife was very steady, it was not a fuel-efficient lamp: "You said that, if what you said is not true, I might be angry."

The driver nodded immediately, the skin on his chin accidentally rubbed against the cold blade, and he broke into a cold sweat again: "What do you call it? Can you put the knife down first? I'm just an errand runner, I..."

The young man was easy to talk, and when he heard the words, he put away the knife: "Say it."

"What... my lord wants to know?" The driver touched his neck with lingering fear. The killing intent on the knife was so obvious that he could make him surrender just by his aura.

"What's in this bag?" The young man gestured with his chin.

"Yes, it's something the higher-ups asked us to deal with. We don't know what it is, but we just throw it here every month as instructed." The driver said.

The young man was not so easy to fool, and put the knife back on his neck: "It's a waste of a chance."

The driver understood what he meant, and immediately shook like chaff: "It's a monster that died of illness."

If he didn't tell the truth, he would be too hungry to walk around, but if he told the truth, going back would be a dead end.

"Died of illness?" The young man raised his eyebrows.

Another young man in black walked over and opened the bag: "It looks like the remaining body tissue of a monster."

This definition sounds quite normal, but the driver knew that the bag contained lumps of bloody things, dark purple, dark green, and dark red lumps mixed together, visually disgusting , not to mention the smoky stench.The man in black can make accurate judgments with a calm face, and it seems that he is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Two fuel-inefficient lamps stood in front of the driver, wantonly burning his few guts.

"He died of illness. My lord, you may not know that our family was burned down a few years ago, and now no one is in Fengqi Mountain, all of them are in Xijing." The driver still boldly said, "Someone in our family died. , are buried here."

"Is this suffering from the 'five-horse dismemberment disease'?" The young man seemed very leisurely, and wanted to joke with him, "It's the first time I've seen a sick monster in disorder."

Although the young man in black seemed to be the subordinate of the young man with the knife, his temper might be a little bit worse. When his face darkened, he was about to use force on the driver.

The driver dodged subconsciously, but felt his back against the point of the knife. Under such a situation of being attacked from left to right, he had no choice but to answer with a bitter face: "It was killed by a fight in our clan. Our rat clan has always fought among us. Those who died without a whole body, you can ask our Patriarch about this."

The Rat Clan is prone to internal fighting, which is no secret among the Monster Clan.Their patriarchs have been born of brawls in the past dynasties, and they don't follow the rules in the internal fights, only look at the results, and use all kinds of dirty tricks.But the Rat people are not ashamed at all, on the contrary, they feel that each generation of patriarchs is a symbol of strength, and they are extremely intoxicated.

After this generation of Patriarch came to power through internal fighting a few years ago, the person who lost to him refused to accept it and set fire to everyone's lair, intending to die together. In the end, he died. Xijing.The Rat Clan was exhausted due to internal fighting, and a few slow-moving ones died in the fire. Now it is said to be a family, but in fact there are only a dozen or so people left.

Wen Zihe had heard about these things, but he never felt that they had nothing to do with him, and never took them seriously.

"I'm going to find your Patriarch." Wen Zihe patted him on the shoulder with a knife, "I'm considering whether to take you there alive or dead."

"You'd better tell the truth. The young master is not very patient." Bi Yao added with a straight face.

Although the driver was scared, his mind was still clear. Hearing this, he felt that he was unlucky today, and unexpectedly ran into the young master of the Yaozu.Since their patriarch was being targeted by the young master, it was probably hopeless, and he didn't have to work hard for the patriarch to the end.

So he said: "Actually, the monsters inside were shipped out of the 'dining room'."

The author has something to say: the number of saved manuscripts has decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye in the past few days, and it hurts...