The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Ding dong, a message popped up on the phone screen.

Wen Xing stopped back to the Banshan Garden, and saw the screen light up as soon as he landed.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, among the few contacts, the unread message on the top has already accumulated dozens of messages.

Wen Xingzhi smiled, and moved his finger to open it, but unexpectedly, the phone didn't respond after he clicked it.

He was stunned.

Look at the fingers.

That is no longer the fleshy and round finger with a round knuckle, it is now only white jade bones.

And the bones can't return the message.

Wen Xingzhi's smile faltered slightly, and the spirit gathered between his fingers, forming a small piece of flesh and blood.

With such a simple movement, the aura on his body collapsed like water washing over sand.

There are a lot of news, from the abnormal analysis at the beginning to the doubts later, I have been clocking in for a reply in the next few days.

The latest ones are an emoticon package of gently touching the probe, asking when he will come back.

Wen Xingzhi thought for a while and resumed typing.

Jing Xing Xingzhi: I won't be back soon, I'm going on a long trip.

The person over there seemed to be waiting with his mobile phone in his arms, and replied immediately.

Knowing that the mountain is the most powerful: how far is it?

Jing Xing Xing Zhi: Far, far away.

Knowing that the mountain is the most powerful: Can't I go together?

Jing Xingxingzhi: I'm afraid I can't.

Wen Xing stopped to say a few words, glanced at the body where most of the bones were exposed, and the smile completely dissipated.

From the day when the main body flashed, in just a few days, the aura that had persisted for more than 200 years collapsed like water washing over sand, and every day passed quickly, at most within half a month, the aura would completely dissipate.

His consciousness swept through the depths of Wanshan Mountain, but his body seemed to be covered by formations, so he could only use spiritual energy to search inch by inch.

He may not be able to find his own body before the aura is completely dissipated.

Thumbs buckled, and slowly typed out a few words.

If you don't come back...

After the word was typed, my finger was hanging on the send button, but I was reluctant to press it anyway.

When I think of the sadness that may appear on the cheerful face of the child, it seems that there is a strong resistance when I press my finger.

And what if.

What if he found the main body before all the aura collapsed?

With this tiny hope, Wen Xingzhi quickly deleted the typed words and edited a new sentence.

Jing Xing Xing Zhi: The return date is not yet fixed, don't read it.

-

In the southwest border, a small county town.

At night, it is the rush hour for get off work.

Looking down from the window of the Strange News Department, there is a lot of traffic outside, some people are rushing home from get off work to pick up their babies, some are rushing to a date, and some are getting ready to go to a party.

Although the city is small, it is busy and full of joy.

However, above this busy small county town, a layer of yin energy is rapidly rushing in.

"Old Chen, I'm off work." A young man walked into the monitoring room.

The person called Lao Chen had already picked up his jacket, "Oh, Lao Ye, you are finally here, I'll be waiting for you."

Ye Ping put down the packaged noodles, and while taking over shifts with Lao Chen, he was joking,

"So active after get off work today? Do you have an appointment?"

Old Chen quickly wrote down his work diary, "Your sister-in-law must celebrate her third wedding anniversary, hey, trouble."

He talked about trouble, but his hands moved quickly.

Seeing him like this, Ye Ping knew that he was actually looking forward to it, so he quickly waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go, I'll take care of the rest."

"Then I'll trouble you!" Old Chen was not polite, handed over the work in twos and twos, picked up his clothes and ran away.

Watching Lao Chen leave, Ye Ping began to tidy up his own.

They have a monitoring room here, but in addition to the ordinary video in the building, there is an additional green screen for monitoring.

Ye Ping looked at the big green screen while unpacking his noodles.

The daily hour log, the most important thing is this green screen.

The base map of this green screen is a simplified map of the county seat. It has always been green for thousands of years. Ye Ping has been working for three years and has never seen other colors.

He planned to glance at it and start raving about it, but in the middle of the scan, he suddenly saw a black circle around the edge of the sketch.

Dazzled?

Ye Ping rubbed his eyes and looked again.

This time I didn’t get dazzled, because just by rubbing my eyes, the black has expanded from the edge to a black pie in the picture.

What, what's the situation?

Ye Ping was about to take a closer look, when the indicator light above the big screen suddenly lit up a dazzling red, spinning wildly and screaming.

Looking again, there happened to be a strange news department in the area covered by black.

problem occurs!

Ye Pingfen threw it away and picked up the phone to make an emergency internal call. Just halfway through the number, a scream came from outside.

Very familiar, it was the voice of Lao Chen who had just left.

The phone rang for a long time and no one answered, Ye Ping couldn't care less, threw the receiver and ran out.

When I opened the door, it was dark outside, even the sensor lights were off, and there was a person standing silently at the elevator door.

"Old Chen?"

With the light of the monitoring room, Ye Ping vaguely saw what the man seemed to be holding in his hand.

But when Lao Chen left, he obviously only took his clothes?

He felt a little bewildered in his heart, clutching the doorknob, and tentatively made a joke,

"Why haven't you left yet? If you don't hurry, you might have to kneel on the washboard when you go back at night."

Old Chen slowly turned around with a stiff face, this time Ye Ping saw clearly that what he was holding was a wooden carving.

The wooden carving is about twenty or thirty centimeters long, with tight lips, square eyes without pupils, and sharp corners of the eyes flying sideways.

Ye Ping always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it again.

Instead of rushing to get off work, Lao Chen walked back.

With a usual smile on his face, he asked softly, "Is something wrong?"

He was clearly talking, but the smile on his face seemed to be engraved on his face, without even changing the arc.

Ye Ping backed away from the laughter, and watched Lao Chen walk into the monitoring room.

Ye Ping stared blankly for a while, mainly staring at the wood carving in Lao Chen's hand, after a while, he finally remembered where he had seen this thing before.

On the wanted warrant.

A warrant issued last year.

Human-faced wooden carvings, super evil spirits, those who provide clues, rewards ranging from 100 to [-] million depending on the validity of the clues.

When he saw the arrest warrant, he and Lao Chen were still laughing. This is 100 million people walking, and they will get rich when they see it.

But now, seeing the walking 100 million, Ye Ping's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Because the arrest warrant was followed by a sentence, when encountering monks below the sixth level of spells, the priority is to preserve life and safety, and never confront them head-on.

The translated meaning is that if you encounter a wooden sculpture with a human face below level six, just run away and you're done.

There are only eight grades of spells in the Department of Anecdotes, and Ye Ping, just a bit inspired, the useless wood from the Department of Anecdotes, let alone the eighth grade, is not even up to the entry level, otherwise he would not be assigned Go to the monitoring room, which is the most leisurely and does not require magical power.

Ye Ping swallowed, held his breath, closed his eyes, and slowly moved out.

But before he took three steps, the walking one million looked over, turned his carved square eyes, and stared straight at him.

Immediately, Lao Chen also looked over, "Hey, did you find out?"

There was a warm smile on his face, "Since you found it, come and call your headquarters."

-

Soon, the Department of Strange News of the Imperial Capital.

In the minister's office, Tan Mingyuan saw two big screens as soon as he entered the door. One was a green screen that was almost two-thirds black, and the other was a young man with sweat all over his face.

The first thing Tan Mingyuan saw was the green screen, which was the inspiration monitoring screen they placed in each city branch.

In the case of insufficient monks, use technical means to monitor the dynamics of evil spirits in each city.

And now, one-third of this place called Yuncheng has turned black!

Tan Mingyuan only felt his scalp go numb, "What's going on!"

Minister Guan Pu's face was heavy, "As you can see."

Tan Mingyuan wanted to ask something, when a voice suddenly came from over there,

"Is it connected?"

With the voice, a smiling young man replaced the sweaty man before.

Tan Mingyuan put his hands on the table, "How is the situation in Yuncheng now? Are you all right? Our side..."

Before he finished speaking, the smiling young man stretched out his hand and placed the wooden sculpture of a human face in front of the camera, instantly blocking Tan Mingyuan's words.

The walking 100 million has already appeared in the strange news department, so it goes without saying what's going on inside.

Lao Chen is called Lao Chen, but he is not old. He looks less than thirty, with a smile that seems to be carved on his face,

"Now that we've introduced ourselves, let's get down to business."

His big round eyes swept over the three people with tense faces, and he said surprisingly, "I want Le Ning."

Tan Mingyuan's body was very straightforward, and he almost subconsciously vetoed it, "You're dreaming!"

Old Chen smiled brightly, and two-thirds of the inspiration monitoring screen instantly went dark.

The resident population of Yuncheng is about 40, and the evil spirit covers two-thirds of it. Nearly 20 people have already fallen into his hands.

Old Chen was still amiable, "Mr. Qin, you have to be careful what you say."

Guan Pu held Tan Mingyuan down and made a gesture of invitation, "You continue."

Old Chen nodded, seemed very satisfied,

"Don't worry, I don't want his life, I just want his spine."

The muscles on Tan Mingyuan's face were trembling, and he gritted his teeth bitterly, "If you take the spine, you can still live!"

"Of course you can't, but he is different. He is very strong. I can assure you that he won't die if his spine is pumped."

Lao Chen glanced at the two of them, his eyes slowly fixed on Guan Pu's face,

"His spine is not only good for me, but also good for you. Don't you want to know where his aura comes from? Don't you want to know why he knows almost all the inheritance of the warlock world?"

"Even a single spine has an inexhaustible spiritual energy. Do you know the role of spiritual energy? Prolonging life, immortality, and attaining the body of a half-immortal, even the lives of thousands of people can be held in the palm of your hand. "

"We can split in half, I promise, if I get my half of the spine, I will leave Yuncheng immediately."

"Ask him, he will be willing, and he will save everyone in Yuncheng without harming his life. You can get the spine, and you can also improve the overall strength of the Department of Anecdotes. Do you think the Department of Anecdotes will always be like this? Waste? This is a deal that nobody loses and is absolutely worthwhile."

Old Chen was persuasive, "I know, you humans have some very useful methods, try it."

Looking at those bloodshot eyes for a long time, Guan Pu's hand clasped on the table slowly tightened.

After saying this, Lao Chen hung up the communication.

When Tan Mingyuan saw that the communication was hung up, he immediately walked out.

"What are you going to do?"

Tan Mingyuan didn't hesitate, "Yuncheng, I'm going to catch it with my own hands..."

Guan Pu interrupted him unceremoniously, "We were not opponents at the Rose Coast, and now he has escaped for half a year, I don't know how much blood he has sucked, can you beat him? Whoever is delivering food in the past now."

Tan Mingyuan paused.

Guan Pu directly decided, "Go to Rongcheng and find Le Ning."

Tan Mingyuan nodded, "I'm dizzy. That's right, we can't figure it out. Le Xiaoning probably has a way to deal with him. I'll go ask him."

As he said that, Tan Mingyuan was about to find someone, but in the middle of the walk, he suddenly thought of something and turned around again.

He fixedly looked into Guan Pu's eyes, "Old Guan, if, I mean if, Le Ning can't handle it?"

The author says:

It’s been a long time since I went out on National Day, and I’m back. I’m sorry everyone, I’ll send out a red envelope to apologize, and everyone will deduct 1 to receive it (if there are still people T_T)