Tang Ling was in a bad mood. She didn't even bother to look at her phone and walked straight down the mountain path.
This is her fourteenth year since she came to Sword Tomb, and she will continue to live here for fifty-six years in the future.
Back then, her great-grandfather sold her to the Sword Tomb, a place where no one could shit, in order to seek a breakthrough in the ranks, and sold her for twenty years. Later, because he suddenly fell into madness and massacred his tribe and fellow sect members, the debt became even greater, increasing to sixty years.
Although the Sword Tomb is the holy place for sword sects in the world, she just doesn't like it.
The people here are boring, and everyone's personality is as cold as a stone.
We are obviously in the 21st century, but we are still living the life of ancient people.
No entertainment, no life.
Sitting cross-legged and meditating with eyes closed all day long.
Then there is sword training.
Endless sword practice.
There are no lazy people here.
Because you are lazy, you will be kicked out of the school.
Tang Ling tried to be lazy, but the price was that her working time was compulsorily added by one year.
From then on, she had a long memory.
At least I no longer dare to be lazy openly.
You have to come here secretly.
In short, the people here are truly otherworldly and free from material pursuits.
People don’t live like humans anymore.
Even the president and the King of Silver have high hopes for her.
She even hopes that she can take up the mission of guarding the human world in the future, but she really has no intention of doing so.
Moreover, most of the people in the Sword Tomb didn't like her because of what happened to her great-grandfather.
Everyone hates each other, so why get together.
She put her hands in her pockets and walked down the windy and snowy mountain road.
I saw Mu Qingyou walking up from the mountain with a sword box on her back. She was quite outstandingly beautiful, with hair as white as frost as snow, and her expression was equally indifferent. She was wearing a heavy black coat, the hem of which was fluttering in the wind.
The moment two people passed each other.
"This month you were supposed to be guarding the sword pool and keeping vigil for the ancestors of all generations."
Mu Qingyou said suddenly.
Tang Ling paused slightly, turned to look at this senior sister who was inferior to her in appearance, figure and talent, and said calmly: "What does it have to do with me? That is your ancestor, I am just working for the Sword Tomb."
She is very clear about her position, she is a worker.
Have you ever seen employees paying homage to their boss’s family members?
Mu Qingyou snorted and said expressionlessly: "Does Jianzhong owe you for raising you up? Since you don't like it so much, don't go to the holy land of Jianzhong. Or do you just expect the president to take care of you?" You redeem her from here, and every time she comes to visit, you have to curry favor with her."
Tang Ling said coldly: "I don't owe Jianzhong anything."
After saying that, she left without any regrets.
Mu Qingyou looked at her back, raised his eyebrows and said, "I read the mission information about the Forest of Burial. The owner of that blood mist should be Tang Zijing, right? What else do you have to say now?"
Tang Ling paused slightly.
"If you find me so distasteful, then defeat me head-on. The Ji Lei that you cherish so much is not a very precious thing in my eyes, but why did the teacher choose me to inherit it instead of you?"
She paused and said, "I advise you to be more self-aware. If it weren't for the fact that I don't like this place, and I don't want to curry favor with the president, you wouldn't be the number one in Jianzhong today."
A sharp cold light flashed in Mu Qingyou's eyes.
"Finally, I remind you that you are not as good-looking as me. Don't always imitate my makeup. It's too clumsy."
Tang Ling glanced back at her with a hint of mockery in her eyes, then turned around and walked into the snow.
Mu Qingyou was silent for a long time, her plump chest rising and falling slightly.
"Okay, okay, senior sister."
"Don't get angry with Junior Sister Tang, she is ignorant."
"She's just the great-granddaughter of a criminal. What's there to be proud of?"
There were many fellow disciples who were practicing swordsmanship in the mountain path. When they saw this scene, they hurriedly came over to persuade them.
Tang Ling ignored this group of people. Only then did she remember that there was an unread message on her phone.
"I found the clue to the monastery. Meet me at Donghai International Airport at 4:30 this afternoon. Kill someone with me."
The familiar tone, the tone that couldn't be refused, didn't feel like an invitation, but like a command.
For some reason, when Tang Ling saw this sentence, she felt it sounded more pleasant to her ears than anyone else in the Sword Tomb.
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There was a beeping sound, and the mental fluctuation curve displayed on the instrument tended to normal.
Wanwan opened her eyes: "Sister Wanqiu, is it okay?"
Lin Wanqiu wiped the sweat from her face. Her delicate makeup was a little smudged. She lowered her head and helped the little girl take off the cables on her head. She said softly: "Okay, you behaved very well today. Now this At the very least, this instrument can accurately measure the mental fluctuations of polluters, stabilize their spirits, and reduce pollution symptoms."
"When your pendant becomes ineffective, your dose of Tianshengcao will be much less."
She smiled and said, "I can live to be fifty or sixty years old."
"Thank you sister Wanqiu."
Wanwan smiled sweetly: "Sister Wan Qiu is so kind."
Lin Wanqiu was silent for a second and touched her head: "You are the only one who would say that."
Wanwan asked curiously: "Sister Wanqiu, where did this instrument come from?"
Lin Wanqiu was slightly startled: "I developed it with my friends in the alchemy department based on the notes left by the teacher. It was originally intended to save a person, but he probably won't be able to use it now."
Wan Wan groaned: "Sister, don't work too hard."
Lin Wanqiu smiled and hummed.
"Sister, where is my dad? Why is my eldest brother missing too?"
Wanwan asked again.
Lin Wanqiu thought about it carefully: "Your father has already gone to the Judicial Court because the investigation of the case needs to be restarted, and he is a party involved and cannot allow outsiders to contact him casually. But don't worry, his living conditions are not bad now. Back then, My comrades and friends will protect him and he will be fine."
She lied about this.
Because it is true that Uncle Mu will not be abused, but he will definitely be questioned one after another and countless times.
The people in the Tribunal will definitely try their best to get something out of his mouth during this time.
Or use words to induce and threaten him to admit something.
Maybe he would even take photos of his dead companions in an attempt to interfere with his psychology.
In short, there is no problem physically, but the mental state must be difficult.
"Oh, what about big brother?"
Wan Wan blinked her eyes.
"He went to collect evidence for your father."
Lin Wanqiu touched her hair: "He will be back soon, believe him."
Wan Wan hummed.
In fact, Lin Wanqiu didn't know what was wrong with him. Perhaps it was because he had received too many investigations recently, so that he couldn't sleep well at night, had nightmares one after another, and was awakened by fear.
When she woke up, she actually felt that only that boy could bring her some sense of security.
After all, everyone knew about the incident in Black Cloud City Walled City.
Only he dared to stand up and get angry for the contaminated people.
This is why Lin Wanqiu wants to become his guardian.
It's because of that sense of security.
Dongdong.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of the ward.
The divination investigation team headed by Li Yijie stood at the door, with a vague smile on his face, and said: "Captain Lin, there is something that I need you to come over to assist in the investigation. Is it convenient?"
He was slightly startled when he said this.
Because he didn't know when this woman got so close to the unclean person.
And he's so pampering.
"OK."
Lin Wanqiu quickly regained his indifferent expression and did not even look at the little girl again.
Stepping on high heels, she walked towards the door.
"What's the matter?"
"What else can it be? Let's continue to catch the mole."
"I see."
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It is the peak tourist season, and the departure hall of Donghai International Airport is overcrowded. There are long lines of people at each check-in gate, and they even form a big circle, which is quite lively like going to a market.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Gu Jianlin walked out of the public toilet and tidied himself up in the mirror above the sink. Today he was wearing a black sweatshirt with jeans and black sunglasses on his face, just like an ordinary fashionable man.
Because of the human skin mask, the facial lines have changed a lot.
Amidst the sound of running water, he felt refreshed.
There was a flushing sound from the toilet behind him, and more than ten bottles of Blood of Fallen Angels were flushed into the sewer.
He is now at the pinnacle of the third level, and only needs the final ceremony to reach the fourth level.
It is worth mentioning that Shadow's ghost-killing path has also been pushed to the third level.
It is dual-core driven, and both inheritance paths have reached the third level.
It's a pity that the shadow hasn't hatched yet, so it can't be used for the time being.
According to the information on the official website of Deep Space.
The essence of the path to slaying ghosts is the ability to perceive time and space and the use of sword skills.
The first level, ghost, has the ability of virtualization.
As the name suggests, it makes itself virtual, freely shuttles in the material world, and avoids physical attacks.
The second level, Shadow Ghost, gains the ability called Shattering Sky at this stage.
The blade can tear apart space, ignore most defenses in the world, and after causing several space-time rifts, it will collapse and bury a large area of void.
The third level, Onikiri, this level will master the ability to jump in space, advance, attack, retreat, and defend.
This is easy to understand, it is a simple spatial displacement.
It's just more advanced and easier to use than the magician's teleportation technique.
And because Gu Jianlin devoured the bones of the Zhulong, he possessed the power of the ancient supreme being.
The path to slaying ghosts has also evolved. Every time you are promoted to a higher level, the extraordinary abilities of the previous level will undergo qualitative changes.
In other words, the shadow's virtualization and sky-shattering slash are now strengthened!
I'm looking forward to the day when Shadow wakes up.
At the same time, Qiao Zhuang, a scholar dressed as an airport staff member, walked over from the side and whispered: "Boss, I just found out that a private plane was undergoing maintenance five minutes ago and was about to prepare for takeoff. The crew members There are twelve people in total, almost all of them are ascendants, and their specific rank is unknown."
He whispered: "There are no psychics or divination masters in our team."
Gu Jianlin snorted: "I understand."
He suddenly remembered something: "Are you in the fourth level?"
The scholar was shocked. How could such a big thing as being promoted to the fourth level be said so lightly?
It's not the same as if you had eaten today.
That's outrageous.
You are the Supreme of the Ancients.
I'm not even a divine attendant, we're not on the same level.
"No, no."
He said bravely: "My talent is dull."
"Complete the promotion as soon as possible. The third level is still too low."
Gu Jianlin said calmly.
The scholar has a slumped face, but I can't do that!
"Didn't you find any other help today?"
He hesitated and asked: "As long as you show a little bit of strength, you will..."
When the Ancient Supreme came to the real world, the main purpose was to adapt to the life and environment here.
Then learn about the secret weapons humans have prepared over the years.
Now there is a president in charge of Fengcheng, and there are even natural disasters.
Even if the Ancient Supreme Being is exposed at this time, it is not a wise choice.
What's more, the Supreme has just escaped from trouble not long ago.
"Help is available, but it's not here yet."
Gu Jianlin took out the newly purchased second-hand domestic phone with a brand new phone card inserted in it. After dialing a phone number, he quietly waited for the answer: "Hello, where are you?"
On the phone, Tang Ling's cold and melodious voice sounded: "It's time for the eyeliner."
what!
Gu Jianlin was confused. I asked you to kill people on time. Now you tell me you are putting on makeup.
For a moment, he felt disgusted.
He even recalled the fear of being dominated by Yuju.
"Oh, I thought you were asking for something. I was in the taxi and I had two minutes to go. When you called me, I was at the Sword Tomb, which is my teacher's alien space. It snows heavily all year round. Every time I go there, my face changes. All the makeup is expensive.”
Tang Ling responded: "Didn't you say you were going to disguise yourself today?"
Gu Jianlin breathed a sigh of relief: "Where is Ji Lei?"
Tang Ling said: "I stuffed it in the suitcase."
Gu Jianlin nodded slightly: "Okay, don't use that thing unless absolutely necessary."
The two started a location sharing session and then put their phones away.
"Boss, please."
The scholar honestly handed over a set of staff clothes.
Gu Jianlin changed his clothes expressionlessly and asked casually: "How is the pharmacist's recent condition?"
The scholar replied: "It's not bad. The old guy has been having a good time recently and is looking for the next stronghold."
Gu Jianlin was very satisfied: "Very good, bring him to Fengcheng City to meet me. His good days are over."
It's time to close the dark room.
The book man's eyes were fiery and he said, "I am looking forward to that day very much."
Gu Jianlin changed into the clothes of an airport staff member, lowered the brim of his hat, walked through the terminal building and the security check channel, walked along the elevator to the waiting hall, and saw the plane outside under the huge glass curtain wall.
A black Land Rover was parked on the side of the road, and a waiter opened the door.
Director Li walked out of the car with a strange smile on his face.
He was well-dressed and holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, as if the person who was severely injured yesterday was not him at all. He was less embarrassed and funny when he was beaten and had more arrogance and magnanimity of a superior person.
"Line connected."
He turned around and ordered.
The waiter handed the phone to him respectfully.
Director Li whispered some kind of riddle, as if reporting the situation.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind blowing in the airport, and the sand and dust flew up, which blinded my eyes.
Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and the trees in the distance were shaking.
Bang shot!
The waiter's brain exploded and he fell to the ground.
Director Li was horrified, and blood gradually stained half of his face.
Countless silver-white chains were strung across the air, disappearing into nothingness.
I saw a young man in blue overalls striding over. His hat was blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of dark eyes under the shadow of the hat brim. The whites of his eyes were swallowed up by the darkness, like the gaze of an evil ghost.
There was a dark will-o'-the-wisp burning on his forehead, as if he had seen it before.
"Hi."
He said softly: "We meet again."
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