"Believer, do you want to trade or return it?"
Seeing Wenzhong didn't respond for a long time, it seemed like a mechanical program, and asked again.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong's eyes were a little complicated. He just wanted to leave from here at the moment. jújíá?y.??m
If you make such a request to this clay sculpture, is it considered a transaction?
With the mentality of giving it a try, Wen Zhong said to the clay sculpture: "I want to leave this Qingchen Mountain, and at the same time I want to solve the supernatural events that happened on Qingchen Mountain."
silence.
The surroundings fell into unspeakable silence.
The clay sculpture did not respond to him immediately, and after Wen Zhong made the request, even the burning speed of the incense in the incense burner slowed down a lot.
The other party seemed to be weighing something.
A long while.
The incense ashes in the incense burner fell onto the altar table again, and two lines of characters made of incense ashes appeared crookedly on the altar table.
"Believers, you need to make offerings to these five ghosts before you can leave this Qingchen Mountain."
"Believers, you need to offer these ten ghosts as an offering to solve the supernatural events that occurred on Qingchen Mountain."
Immediately afterwards, another line of densely packed small characters appeared below these two lines of text. All the characters in this line were the code names of Li Gui, a total of fifteen.
"Is this what the deal means?" Wen Zhong's expression was a little ugly. He looked at these lines and pondered: "I give it a ghost, and it does things for me. This seems fair, but I always feel that something is wrong. Satisfied."
Wen Zhong looked at it and realized something was not right. He had never even heard of the evil ghosts written on this list, so where could he find them?
Even if he was lucky enough to find it, how could he bring so many ghosts here to supply it.
and.
"Where did you get this list? Who are you?" Wen Zhong frowned and looked at the clay sculpture again. He couldn't help but ask the question he wanted to know most.
This time, the ashes in the incense burner quickly fell onto the altar table, with only one crooked word on it: God.
The next moment, a gust of cold wind blew away the divine characters on the altar table. In Wen Zhong's somewhat surprised eyes, it turned into a human character, but soon another gust of cold wind blew away.
Eventually, it turned into a crooked ghost character.
Looking at the ever-changing fonts, Wen Zhong felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. There was no doubt that this was another alien who had a certain level of consciousness and could even communicate with him.
The thinking ghost is like this, and so is the clay sculpture in front of him. The only difference between the two is probably that the thinking ghost wants to kill him, but the clay sculpture in front of him wants to trade with him.
Wen Zhong even had the urge to push the clay sculpture. He suspected that the real evil ghost was hidden in this clay sculpture. If he broke the clay sculpture, he didn't know whether it would release him.
However, considering his own situation, he still did not do so. At least in the previous two rounds of testing, he was sure that he could communicate with the other party.
So no matter whether it is good or bad, since the other party has responded to him, Wen Zhong can also continue to have some kind of communication with it.
Wen Zhong pondered for a moment and then asked: "Can you bring Wang Muyou to me?"
Wang Muyou has indeed died in Baiyang Village. If he wants to bring the other party to him, the first thing he has to face is the time curse lingering in Baiyang Village, and then the old man from the Republic of China.
In addition, this clay sculpture also resurrects a dead person.
The difficulty of each of the three difficulties can be said to be so great that it is despairing. At the very least, even a top ghost controller like Wen Zhong, who is the leader of the supernatural circle, would have difficulty overcoming any of these difficulties.
One can imagine how difficult it is.
The main reason he raised this question was to test the limits of this clay sculpture. If the other party was really a powerful ghost, then this would be the best time to experiment.
This time, less than five seconds later, the incense ashes in the incense burner fell on the altar table again, and the crooked handwriting covered the words written on the incense ashes before.
Wen Zhong looked over and his face suddenly became extremely solemn. He saw a line of words written on the altar table: Believers, you need to offer sacrifices to these three ghosts before you can see Wang Muyou.
And these three ghosts are ghost fungus, ghost pupil, and ghost twister.
The meaning of this clay sculpture is obvious, it is to let Wen Zhong use everything he has in exchange for Wang Muyou.
"I didn't expect that I would be so valuable in the eyes of this ghost." Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart: "I finally figured it out, this ghost is a loan shark, and he collected money in advance. Interest, I really want to chop it off with a knife, no, why am I so excited?"
Wen Zhong scratched his face, and then made an extremely exaggerated grimace in front of the clay sculpture. It was so exaggerated that if there was a mirror, he would definitely laugh non-stop when he saw it.
"The feelings that were lost after becoming a ghost controller are gradually recovering. How is this possible..." A trace of fear swam in his heart, filling his limbs. He hadn't felt it for a long time.
There is indeed something strange about this temple, and I cannot stay here any longer.
When he thought of this, Wen Zhong stopped communicating with this weird clay sculpture and immediately turned around to leave the temple.
However, the next moment.
A stream of cold air blew from behind him, and the wooden door in front of him was shut with a bang. No matter how hard he shook it, there was no movement from the rotten wooden door that was eaten by insects.
Wen Zhong was not unfamiliar with this situation. This situation had also occurred before in his second memory.
At this moment, the incense ashes in the incense burner fell on the altar table again, and a familiar line of text appeared in Wen Zhong's sight: "Believer, do you want to trade or return."
This is a typical strong buy and sell.
Sure enough, making a deal with a fierce ghost is an extremely dangerous thing anyway.
Wen Zhong thought for a while and said: "...I want to lift the oppression of this temple on me, can you do this..."
"Believers, you need to offer these three things to relieve the oppression of this temple on you."
The incense ashes fell on the altar table. This time, the clay sculpture did not ask Wen Zhong to offer sacrifices to the ghost. Instead, it asked Wen Zhong to bring three things to it.
"Are you kidding?" Wen Zhong looked at the list, his expression became quite ugly, because the three things the other party needed were his stomach, a palm and an eyeball.
However, compared to the previous demands made by this clay sculpture, the price Wen Zhong had to pay this time was much lower, at least it was still within his ability.
Should you give up or give it a try?
Wen Zhong fell into silence again.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
.jujiazy.
