There are always people who want to eat me

After Yu Huang stared at the soldier for a while, neither of them moved.

The soldier seemed to feel that Yu Huang wasn't looking at him, but was looking at something behind him through him. He kept the stuck posture curiously, pressed the blade, and twisted his body backwards. At this moment, Yu Huang He grabbed Guan Zong's arm and shouted, "Guan Zong!! Look there!!"

Guan Zong looked up, the soldier's body stiffened halfway, and he turned his head in embarrassment: "Are you looking at me?"

"Is that a ghost? One half of the body is inside the glass window, and the other half is outside. It looks very strange and is dressed very strangely! Am I seeing it wrong?"

Soldier:"……"

Guan Zong: "..."

The soldier turned around and said seriously, "My friend, isn't it very nice for you to speak like this?"

Yu Huang: "...are you real?"

The soldier nodded and said, "Yes, come and help me. Let me come out and talk about it in detail. Talking like this is not good for you or me."

Yu Huang thought for a while, and said, "But this will make me look weird, posing as a carrot-pulling pose in a museum."

The soldier waved his hand, pointed at his helmet and said, "No, no, don't you have mana, just suck it on my hair, and I can come out."

Yu Huang looked left and right, but there was no one there, so he walked up to the soldier, and sucked the soldier out smoothly as he said.

After the soldier came back, he stretched his muscles and said, "It's been a long time since I came out to exercise, and I feel that my bones are not working well."

Yu Huang said: "You are?"

"Oh." The soldier said with an international salute, "I am the spirit of this bronze weapon."

"Qi Ling?" Yu Huang looked at the soldier in surprise.

The soldier coughed, and said with a serious face: "Need me to explain to you what a weapon spirit is?"

"No need, I know that." Yu Huang hurriedly waved his hands, and looked up and down the soldier in front of him, he looked like a spirit weapon.

There are two types of weapon spirits. One is that when the weapon's spiritual power is filled to a certain level, the weapon spirit is self-generated, which is also called viviparous weapon spirit; Cultivate based on the effect, and coexist with the weapon for a long time, this is called the epibiotic spirit.

The soldier said: "I was a soldier in the Battle of Chasing Water. I was lucky. My soul was absorbed by the general's bronze knife. After thousands of years of cultivation, I became a weapon spirit. There are many weapon spirits like me in this museum. , Anyway, you are going to come out to exercise your muscles and bones, and I will show you around?"

"That's unnecessary." Yu Huang politely declined, "We're going to leave after we come in to have a look. It's said that spirits can communicate with each other. Can you help me find out if there is a spirit in this piece of black iron?"

The soldier nodded readily, and said, "Of course, what is it?"

Yu Huang led him to the black iron block, pointed to three pieces of black iron with different cuts, and said, "These three pieces."

"Isn't this something that was just sent to the museum?" The soldier said, "I've been looking at it for the past few days, and it looks like it has an artifact spirit. But its artifact spirit is damaged, and it seems that it has been wronged and suppressed. It's very sinister, I'm not sure about it, if you want to see it, you can put him together and ask a psychic to see if you can call out the soul and ask."

"Psychic medium?" Yu Huang was taken aback, and asked, "There are still psychic mediums in this era?"

"Should there be?" The soldier guessed, "I heard from some newcomers that some human psychics are quite accurate in seeing things and have real skills. You might as well go and find out."

"Then did he say the name of the psychic?"

"Yes..." The soldier stroked his chin and tried to remember for a long time before saying, "My surname is Wei, and my name is Wei Shishi."

"Wei Shishi..." Yu Huang repeated the name several times and wrote down the name. He thanked the soldiers, and the soldiers stopped Yu Huang, who was about to leave, and said, "Hey, don't worry, this Wei Shishi They were all psychics decades ago, and they might have died a long time ago."

Yu Huang said speechlessly: "You couldn't have said earlier..."

The soldier scratched the back of his head and said, "You didn't ask earlier, I don't know any psychics other than this."

"Can you help take out these three pieces of iron?" Guan Zong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

The soldier was startled when he heard this, and quickly shook his head: "I don't do things like guarding and stealing!"

"You are not a prisoner."

"But I am a soldier."

"You are just a weapon soul now."

"But I'm still a..."

"This." Guan Zong held a small talisman between his fingers and shook it in front of the soldier. The soldier was stunned, and after seeing the words on the talisman, he immediately smiled and said, "Let's plan how to get this talisman Take out the three pieces of iron."

Yu Huang frowned and said, "Aren't you a soldier?"

The soldier said with a straight face, "I'm just a tool soul."

The soldier took Guan Zong's "salary" and promised to steal the three pieces of black iron together with other tool souls. He was responsible for this matter, so that Guan Zong didn't have to worry.

When the two walked out of the museum, Yu Huang asked, "What did you give him?"

"Warrior talisman. Generally, a weapon spirit can't be too far away from the weapon itself. With a weapon talisman, it can leave the weapon for a short time and go to other places. Many weapon spirits want it."

The two walked out all the way. There was a thick layer of snow in front of the museum. The stone lions on both sides of the entrance were tall and covered with a layer of snow. There was a small stall next to them selling chestnuts. The old lady sat on the bench with her back bent. , the old face flushed and yelled "chestnut—chestnut—"

Seeing this, Yu Huang went to the booth and asked, "Grandma, give me two catties."

"Okay."

Yu Huang was paying the bill, and a woman next to her bought a catty of chestnuts with a child. The child was holding a windmill and smiling foolishly in the cold. He was seven or eight years old, but he looked like a few months old. Like a little baby, grinning with drool, the wind and snow hit his mouth, and the little boy stretched out his tongue to lick the snow. Several chilblains were formed on his face, which was bloody and bloody from his scratching.

The little boy shrugged his nose and murmured, "It smells so good—Mom, it smells so good—"

"Mom is buying chestnuts, don't make trouble." The woman said impatiently.

The little boy turned his head, as if his bones were stiff, his eyes fell on Yu Huang, and suddenly he grinned more cheerfully, the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, the little boy giggled and said, "Mom—it's really fragrant!" , really fragrant—”

"Stop making trouble." The woman lightly kicked the little boy, "Be good." She smiled at Yu Huang and Guan Zong, and said, "I'm sorry, my child has dementia, please don't mind."

The woman was about to leave after buying the chestnuts, but the little boy suddenly broke free from the woman's hand and rushed towards Yu Huang. Yu Huang didn't react, and the little boy suddenly grabbed his arm and bit him hard.

"My mother——" Yu Huang screamed, his arm hurt so badly that he almost lost his breath, the little boy crazily bit Yu Huang's arm and did not let go, the place where the teeth and the arm meet oozes bright red blood.Guan Zong took a step forward to knock the little boy unconscious. Unexpectedly, the child suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground convulsively.

The woman screamed, quickly hugged the little boy, looked carefully, and threw the little boy to the ground.

Yu Huang lifted his arm and grinned in pain. The little boy's tooth marks were clearly imprinted on it.

Guan Zong frowned tightly, and wanted to take Yu Huang to see a doctor, but Yu Huang grinned and said, "No hurry, take a look at this little boy first."

The little boy was still convulsing and foaming at the mouth, as if he had epilepsy. The woman was so frightened that she only dared to stand aside and watch the little boy fall ill, spilling the chestnuts she was carrying on the ground.

Guan Zong asked, "Do you want to take him to the hospital?"

The woman's expression changed, and she said: "No need, no need, the hospital can't cure it, and it's a waste of money to go there." Seeing the little boy calmed down, she picked him up from the ground and hurried to the bus stop , the bus just arrived at the platform, and the woman got on the bus without even looking at it.

Guan Zong looked at their backs with deep eyes.

Yu Huang gritted his teeth and said, "That little boy is a demon..."

Guan Zong nodded and said, "It should be."

"Where are the women?"

"Humanity."

"A human being who raises a demon?" Yu Huang asked in a daze. "It doesn't look like that woman knows how to raise a demon. She doesn't even dare to touch that little boy."

"I don't know." Guan Zong looked indifferent, "It's none of our business, go to the hospital to treat your wound first."

"it is good."

When I went to the hospital, the doctor looked at the wound with a horrible face, frowned and rubbed the medicine on Yu Huang, and asked, "What's the matter? I was bitten like this. The tooth marks don't look like animals, are they human?"

"Yes." Yu Huang said bitterly, "I met a brat and got bitten."

The doctor sighed: "This brat hates you so much."

Yu Huang: "..."

When the two returned to the hotel, the air-conditioning blowing all over their bodies was blown away. After entering the room, Guan Zong called Shen Jizhi and asked about domestic psychics. Shen Jizhi gave him a name, but said that the other party had a weird temper and liked to run around. The phone number changes all the year round, and I often can't find anyone. If you have an emergency, don't rely on her. Apart from her, there are no psychics in China.

Because the number of tool spirits is small, and most of them are distributed in the Heda Museum, psychic mediums are the worst type of people like them who rely on ghosts, gods, and demons to make a living. There are only a handful of psychic mediums in the world.

The psychic that Shen Jizhi introduced to Guan Zong was a photographer and quite famous. His name was Wei Shiqi, and he was the descendant of Wei Shishi introduced by the soldiers.

Guan Zong troubled Shen Jizhi to contact him when he had news of that person, and hung up the phone before Shen Jizhi started nagging again.

When going to sleep at night, Yu Huang always couldn't sleep, and the place where the child bit him was burning and painful.He sat up, turned on the small lamp by the bed, raised his arm and saw that the wound had festered.