Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Sheng Lingyuan stunned for a while, suddenly remembered something, screamed "bad", turned around and chased out.

But modern luxury hotels, many natives who have grown up in contemporary roads, are still fascinated by all kinds of mysteries. How can an ancient person understand everything?

Sheng Lingyuan was dazzled by the winding corridor first, and was forced to listen to a large circle of corners. He finally got into the elevator, and the complicated floors showed him a fog. This hotel is located in an urban complex. The upper and lower floors are all called "So and so hall". He didn't know the Arabic numerals and English, so he had to press the bottom one according to his intuition.

Generally speaking, if a person is too deep-minded, he can think about everything, and his intuition is usually inaccurate.

Sheng Lingyuan was startled by the elevator buttons that lighted up at one touch, and then was pulled directly into the dark underground parking lot.

The pungent smell of the smoke caused a headache for his majesty, and it was even more dazed at that time. At this time, the security officer on duty got up at night, and by the way, made a routine inspection around.

This is a life-threatening moment, the security guard, seeing the image of a shawl at a glance, San Geng stands in the empty parking lot at midnight, and there is blood on his body!

The security guard was so frightened that he couldn't wait for Sheng Lingyuan to ask for directions. He screamed strangely. His limbs fluttered out of the dog's posture in the air, and while walking, he walked like a fish / thunder.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Xuan Yuan didn't go to the front desk-the signal in the hotel was not very good. Xiao Zheng spoke intermittently on the phone. He went to the viewing area on the sixth floor and went to the smoking area.

At this time, Xiao Zheng was on the brightly lit Witch's Tomb.

The ridge collapsed in half, and almost all the fake trees and grasses used to cover the eyes were burned. The pond water flowing from the altar flowed to the low-lying areas and rushed into several depressions bombarded by Mithril. A "lake" was formed.

The six water-based field agents were standing on three helicopters, hovering above the Witch's Tomb, and at the same time "pulling" the ground water. The pool water was like a whole piece of cloth, which was "pulled" by several of them.

On the ground, the field staff divided into several groups and searched in carpet style on both sides of the "water curtain".

At the order of the Huang Bureau, Xiao Zheng urgently summoned all the adjustable field services in several nearby provinces and cities. Half of them arrested the apprentices and grandchildren of Yuedegong, and the rest gathered at the Witch's Mound to block the entire area.

They had to investigate the scene as soon as possible, deal with the dangerous shaman relics, and ensure that no one would leave any security risks here, and most importantly, find the bronze coffin that was shaken underwater.

Another demon awakened by the gloomy sacrifice, stranger than before, and unstable in mental state, this matter was ridiculous to think about.

First of all, the gloomy ritual is not a bad thing. Even the top-secret files of the Extermination Control Bureau have only a few words. Even Dr. Wang is half-knowledgeable. Then Bi Chunsheng and Moustache Ji early in the morning, they did not wake up in adulthood. Yes, it's the scum robber grave robbers. Where did they come into contact with such things?

And the so-called "witch people", or the one who appeared in Abuchi before, is a mystery in addition to being extremely dangerous. If the gloomy sacrifices are manipulated from behind, that person is definitely qualified to be a Ph.D. archeologist.

Everyone in the Exotic Bureau was puzzled--how did he know where these big devil were buried?

Now, the most terrible problem is that according to Xuanyuan's description, the on-site investigation team calculated the possible location of the bronze coffin. Xiao Zheng has taken people to search around the area for eight times, not even a piece of copper rust!

"Are you sure?" Xiao Zheng held the phone and stepped deep across the gravel and bones. "I'm near the remains of the stone platform now. There are traces of sacrifice on these gravels, but what about the coffin? "

"Should," Xuan Yuan said with a cigarette, indistinctly, "or you look for it?"

"Should" Just let it go, "OK"! This irresponsible bastard, who is the logistics!

Xiao Zheng is now getting him trained, and when he hears the sound of this goods, he can't turn it into a spray gun: "I lost my keys and lost my phone now? You ..."

"Director Xiao!" Suddenly, a field not far away raised his searchlight, "Look at it!"

The field office of the Exotic Control Bureau is equipped with a "fourth-generation searchlight"-the size of a household flashlight, which can emit a soft white light beam. If it encounters an abnormal energy object, the light will turn from white to red, which has a very high sensitivity. It is said that from the ground down, a mutant grass can be detected 100 meters underground.

As soon as Xiao Zheng looked up, he saw the beams of several searchlights focused on an open space. Under the white light, there was a rectangle on the ground, which suddenly turned into blood red. Looking at the size, it seemed like a mouth coffin.

"Is this the mark left by the coffin?" The lantern's field clerked over, "But director, this is wrong!"

Of course, this is not true. The "detection lamp" detects abnormal energy responses. Even if the bronze coffin is a fire, it should have been cold for a long time. How could it be this color?

And such a large bronze coffin, whether it is washed away by water or removed, the ground should always leave a trace of dragging, which is too neat and square.

"Be careful, there may be something on the ground."

Xiao Zheng's voice just fell, and the dark clouds on the mountain were just blown away by the wind. A faint moonlight leaked from the gap in the cloud and landed on the coffin print impartially. The ground seemed to react like anything. In the white mist, the field staff retreated two meters collectively.

I saw that those white mists started out like dry ice sprayed on the stage, and then maybe more water vapor was stirred in, the texture became thicker, and after a few moments of rolling, the white mist began to condense the image of people and things.

Like three-dimensional sand painting.

The white mist first condensed out of the shape of the coffin, and the silk traced the traces of the ground. Then, more white mist gathered beside the "coffin", condensing a human shadow.

"And sound effects!"

"Shhh ... what is this saying, wouldn't it be the shaman language mentioned by Director Xuan?"

The white shadow lay on the coffin, muttering an unknown language, his voice circling in the sensational mist, listening to the goosebumps, getting higher and sharper, although he did not understand the content, but It seemed to carry great anger.

When the sound was about to burst, the coffin suddenly fell apart, the figure disappeared, and another white mist-condensed human figure was revealed in the coffin-the silhouette showed that the man had long hair, and his forehead bulged, like a small mask. It should be Alozin described by Xuan Yuan.

It turns out that the coffin is so missing, no wonder there are no traces on the ground!

The field crews of the Extermination Control Bureau were stunned collectively: "Is the corpse scene?"

Alozin, who had condensed in the white mist, looked up, as if facing toward the witch's grave. Suddenly, he made a gesture of raising the sky, but did not make a sound, and then emptied.

The field service first glanced at it, and then remembered that Alozin should be underwater at the time. He didn't fly, but swam up. Of course, people couldn't roar in the water.

But ... how could the white shadow who awakened the big devil just speak out?

Before waiting for Xiao Zheng and others to understand, I saw that the white shadow representing Alozin seemed to have reached the surface of the water and flew away—in the direction of Dongchuan City!

At the same time, the white mist circled down, fell back to the ground, and stirred for a while, then condensed again the culprit who awakened the big devil.

I saw the white shadow standing in the place where the bronze coffin was originally placed, standing in a restful position, holding his hands on his chest, as if waiting for something, and glaring at the eyes of the field workers.

Xiao Zheng turned his head abruptly: "Did any of you take the picture just now?"

Several field workers responded by raising their phones. It can be seen that taking photos and videos has become an instinct for a small number of people to respond to emergencies.

"Give me." Xiao Zheng picked the one that was shot most clearly and sent it to Dr. Wang at the headquarters. He then turned it to Xuan Ye and asked him, "What are you doing? What is this?"

Dr. Wang was on standby at the headquarters. After receiving the video, the old man quickly called.

"This is called" developing "," Dr. Wang said, dragging an old-fashioned long cavity, "It is an ancient technique, and the ancients often used it for anti-theft. Those who applied it left a" mark "in advance, and then For a while, everything that happened near that mark could be 'developed'-what you saw just now. Like that ... what the **** is it coming? Oh, the camera! Not many people know this now This is a particularly high requirement for the surgeon, but it is not something that can be done by ordinary 'specialists'. Besides, can't telephones record videos now? "

Before Dr. Pharaoh finished speaking, the range of fog began to expand, covering half of the mountain, and then, noisy vocal came from the edge, and helicopters and cranes condensed in the white fog, and then a team of teams People.

"It's us," Xiao Zheng said softly, "we just arrived here."

"Wait, that is to say, we are clearing the scene by the side, this ... this ..." The other fieldman pointed at the white shadow standing with his arms, and said in horror, "I don't know if the person is a ghost ... just Looking at us next ?! "

A cold chill passed, and the field staff tightened their backs collectively. At this moment, I saw a group of white mist people who should represent a certain field field came over and came to the white shadow who had awakened Alozin. , Bai Ying familiarly said in Mandarin: "You are here."

The unidentified field worker didn't say a word, but just reached out a hand to Bai Ying vaguely, Bai Ying flickered into the body of the field worker, and the two people merged into one!

"Not ... what do you mean?"

Xiao Zheng's face paled, and he said, "It means that the culprit who used the gloomy ritual to do things is attached to one of us!"

Xuan Yuan received a video from Xiao Zheng at the scene. After watching it, he screwed the cigarette **** in the trash bin next to him, and a strange look appeared on his face, like a little embarrassed self-mockery: "I said Then. "

He didn't know which one was wrong, and thought that Sheng Lingyuan was "unwilling" to destroy Alozin's body, and that he was just nailing the wizard's witch clan back into the coffin.

Shit, why isn't his elderly willing?

The witch family went east as they died, and they could not be resurrected after death. What kind of corpses did they protect? How can the old devil have such sentimentality?

Sheng Lingyuan was clearly accurate. People who used the gloomy sacrifice saw him "can't bear" to destroy Arozin's body, and when they left, they would be unable to hold back, and then do a little action.

After all, who would be willing to give up the power of the witch tribe?

A gust of night wind blew, and Xuanyuan's half-dried hair was rolled up, and a floral fragrance wafted in the wind—too sweet and faintly stinky.

"Heaving blood from the coffin, I actually thought he was sad. Hey, what do you think? This **** is self-motivated." Xuan Yuan sneered, interjected, and turned around-there is a viaduct not far away, A thin figure, like a kite, stands on the street lamp on the bridge, and the sight is exactly flush with Xuanyuan ... There is a terrible blood hole between the beautiful eyes.

Alozin is a fishing lure.

"I'm also a bait." Xuan Yuan sighed in an inaudible way—thinking over his heart, Alozin was nailed into the coffin again. The resentment in his heart must have burst out, and he would definitely follow them. .

Those who do gloomy sacrifices behind the scenes will most likely be mixed in the field team of the foreign control bureau, otherwise they will not be so familiar with the inside / outside of the foreign control bureau. Behind the scenes, the black hands knew that they would return to Dongchuan city for rest and would relax their vigilance.

Sheng Lingyuan turned his memory on suddenly before deliberately, just to run him off.

He was out of the fire, and he was against the evils. He stopped at the side of the road in the middle of the night, which was equivalent to a conspicuous fire. He had great attraction to all moths, and he would be led by him 100%.

In this way, on the one hand, Sheng Lingyuan was able to free his hands to deal with the gloomy sacrifice behind the scenes, and on the other hand, he restrained Alozin, which could temporarily prevent Alozin from harming the world.

"It also left me a glorious and arduous task." Xuan Yuan grinds his teeth in his heart. "Yes, I only know what‘ whatever is needed ’today.”

"I've clarified, patriarch, I'm really not that danli." Xuan Yuan let out a hand to Alozin, helplessly, "Look at my collagen-filled face, I look as old as I am Is it? "

Alozin was unmoved and looked at him coldly.

It is said that because of a person who has an idea, he will no longer be the original person in the body, and he will become a walking dead driven by that "idea".

Xuan Yuan didn't know what was happening to this kind of demon who was cursed by his own tribe in his lifetime, watching the tribe soar in the fire. Alozin obviously has a memory. It is reasonable to say that some of his thoughts as a human should also be preserved, but the way of thinking after becoming a demon cannot be measured by common sense.

Xuan Yuan only hoped that he could be a bit logical and make sense.

"Of course, if you want to come and form an 'Anti-Fraud' alliance with me, I still welcome it," said Xuan Yuan. "We are both victims and we do have something to talk about ..."

"Suzaku." Alojin spit out the ancient saying of the human race, his voice swept across the street along the cold night, and poured into Xuanyuan's ears. "You ... like him, have the smell of Suzaku. . "2k novel reading network