I believe that along the way, you should have a rough impression and a rough understanding of it.
It has beautiful scenery and outstanding people.
It has a large number of talented people and simple folk customs.
It is not an exaggeration to call it the Little Gotham of the East. Ten years ago, this area was still a criminal metropolis of soft drugs, and the human flesh business had to be accepted with fists in the eyes of the performance model of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult.
In such a chaotic sinful city, there are naturally many headless strange things, and there are countless spiritual disasters. Whether it is a natural disaster or a catastrophe, it will eventually turn into a file. After preliminary investigation by intelligence agents, it will fall into the hands of Ye Bei.
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Xueming mentioned the file and looked out the window as the rainy day gradually began to clear up and the dark clouds dispersed.
"Brother, is there anything else you want to give me?"
Ye Bei has been busy in the warehouse, packing equipment——
——He grabbed a set of Ji Ji Ling clothes and threw them to Xueming.
"Put it on, and then go to Lao Chen to get the equipment. He will tell you how to do it." After saying this, Brother Beizi patted Xueming on the shoulder, grabbed the cat owner and ran out, "I'm leaving first! You are busy.
It’s yours, I’m busy with mine. If you have anything to do, call me and I’ll pay you later. I won’t thank you enough! Hero!”
Xueming didn't ask any more questions. She sent a text message to her sister and Xiaoqi to report that they were safe. She didn't even let the tea cool before she immediately rushed to the paper shop.
The food festival in the university town was surprisingly lively. Although it was summer vacation, due to the epidemic lockdown in various places, it was a problem for students to return home. Many friends did not go back.
Xueming left her umbrella by the door of the Zhizha shop. As soon as she stepped through the door, she heard frequent movements in the house.
"Stop!" Chen Fugui, the fake foreign devil, immediately stood up from the counter in the main room with a panic expression, "Don't, don't, don't, don't come in!"
Half of the legs that had stepped into the threshold were retracted. Xueming's face was full of doubts and he couldn't figure it out. The gods and bodhisattvas on the cabinets and cabinets in the hall seemed to be pulled by some strong gravity, and they all moved towards him.
[Look] Come here.
Boss Chen waited until all the gods in the room were covered with black cloth, and then he brought Jiang Xueming in.
Chen Fugui: "Why do you have the same moral character as Ye Bei?"
Jiang Xueming didn't understand, maybe it had something to do with Yaozhu, and the spiritual essence of being proud and ruthless.
His soul power is mixed with Bo's will. If all the spirit attack props in Boss Chen's room are effective and effective, then this should indeed be the case.
After all, the 杼杌 is a ferocious beast——
——Brother Ye Bei is a Qiongqi ghost, so when he walks into this room, he will also receive this kind of inexplicable "attention".
"There is an inexplicable connection between my spirit body and the 梼杌." Jiang Xueming explained: "I'm sorry, Boss Chen, for causing you trouble."
"No trouble." Chen Fugui politely went to the back room to pour tea soup, just as polite as Ye Bei, "You've made a career, Xiaobei asked you to come here?"
Jiang Xueming put down his backpack and saw Chen Fugui taking off his glasses and wearing a black mantle. He felt inexplicably familiar - this blond American looked exactly like Mr. Plaque.
"Yes, Brother Ye Bei said that he wants me to help deal with spiritual disasters. I don't know what the situation is yet."
"The spiritual disasters in the human world are very different from the spiritual disasters in the underworld." Chen Fugui kept picking things up from under the counter, as if his memory was not very good. After a while, he finally took out half a box of mung bean cake and placed it as a snack.
On the table: "Then let me ask you first, how much combat experience do you have in the underground world and the railway system?"
Jiang Xueming suddenly choked up.
He didn't know where to start...
This is too difficult to explain in one word.
When Chen Fugui saw Xiao Jiang's embarrassed look, he didn't know what to say for a moment and frowned in confusion.
"Have you never had a fight?"
Jiang Xueming: “I’ve had many fights.”
Chen Fugui: "Have you ever killed a disaster beast?"
Jiang Xueming: "Killed."
Chen Fugui: "How many have you killed? There can't be only a few, right?"
Jiang Xueming did a simple mental calculation——
——If vampire units are included in the disaster beast category.
"Seven hundred and seventy-one."
Chen Fugui squirted out a sip of hot tea, just in time to clean the stripped Buddha statue so that it could be repainted and refurbished.
"Seven hundred?"
Jiang Xueming: "Seven hundred and seventy-one, if you want to count the minions of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult as disaster beasts, you have to add a little more."
"Expose your forehead and let me take a look." Chen Fugui grabbed the rag and wiped all the tea soup off the Buddha statue. He immediately sat back on the chair and stared at Xueming with a very erotic look.
Jiang Xueming took off his hat, revealing his bald head.
"There are no scars..." Chen Fugui exclaimed: "It's not like some evil star descended from heaven. If the leaders of Tianshu know about your KPI, they will be arrested and employed in the armed group the next day."
Then Fugui stared at the shiny head.
"Master, it turned out that he defeated the Buddha in a battle? Journey to the West is only eighty-one episodes, and your achievements are enough to complete nine episodes."
Jiang Xueming pursed her lips, but was still relatively modest: "No, no, no, it's not that exaggerated. It's not as exaggerated as you think, Mr. Chen."
"Don't call me sir, I'm sorry." Chen Fugui said with a smile.
Jiang Xueming: "What should I shout?"
Chen Fugui: "I think you also know my identity. I am your brother Beizi's golden partner, Batman's old Alfred, and his arsenal."
Jiang Xueming: "Are you also a gunsmith?"
Chen Fugui: "What gunsmith?"
Jiang Xueming: "It's okay..."
Chen Fugui shook his head and said proudly: "Just call me Brother Chen, and take your sister with you. Don't always call me uncle or uncle. It's scary. Maybe I lost my hair that day because you called me bald."
Jiang Xueming was still thinking about the spiritual disaster file and felt anxious.
If there is a catastrophic beast, shouldn't it be dealt with immediately? But Mr. Chen didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
"Brother Chen, I..."
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Chen Fugui held Xueming's shoulders: "Usually we go out at night. It's useless for you to be anxious."
Jiang Xueming sat back again: "Oh..."
Fugui raised his hand to look at his watch and explained to Xueming: "After one o'clock in the morning, preferably at Haishi, even ordinary people without spiritual vision can see some special spirits. In feudal superstition, this is called [ghost]
——Now we call it spiritual bodies and spiritual disasters. If you go early, people will not be happy to see you because the weather is not good and the sun is shining brightly."
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Chen Fugui refilled Xueming's tea: "So, it's still early, so come chat with me for a while."
The two friends, one large and one small, just sat down, with the two chairs facing the door. Chen Fugui lit a cigarette and talked about the past with Xueming.
"That girl who came with you last time, are you okay?"
"Are you ready? What...what do you mean?"
"Are we just together?"
"Together...what exactly do you mean?"
Jiang Xueming didn't understand that Brother Fugui was different from Mr. Pulak. Except for his appearance, this fake foreign devil looked like a native of Beijing who was born and raised in the imperial city. It was very difficult to chat.
"Ouch!" Chen Fugui said with disgust on his face: "You love her and she loves you, are you as sweet as Michelle Bingcheng? Don't you guys understand such a simple thing? Otherwise, I really want to ask you.
Did you kiss or sleep? Hi!~"
Jiang Xueming answered seriously: "I didn't sleep, but I kissed often."
"Then when will I prepare the contribution money for you?" Chen Fugui asked with a smile.
Jiang Xueming thought for a moment: "Maybe next year, I don't have any wedding plans yet."
"That's 2026, which is pretty good." Chen Fugui sighed.
"Brother Chen, do you have anything to say about this year?"
"No, don't be feudal and superstitious."
"Then why is it good?"
"Why not? I just think you two are a perfect match. You are a talented man and a beautiful woman. One is upright and kind, and the other is a criminal. They are a perfect match."
Jiang Xueming suddenly felt that there was nothing to talk about today, and then he remembered the station's excellent matching mechanism, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
"Brother Chen, I met a person who looks exactly like you in the underground world."
Before he finished speaking, Fugui immediately raised his hand.
Jiang Xueming understood: "Can't I ask about this?"
Brother Chen put away his cheerful emphasis and suddenly became very serious.
"Is his name Woodpluck?"
Jiang Xueming also became nervous: "Yes."
Chen Fugui: "Does he have a tattoo of Morpho butterfly on his neck?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes."
Chen Fugui: "Does he often use this expression and look much more handsome than me?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes."
Chen Fugui: "Am I handsome now?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes..."
Chen Fugui: "Then why is he married but I'm not?"
Jiang Xueming thought for a while: "Is there a possibility, Brother Chen, if you keep this Xiao Ran's cold and solemn temperament, a fair-skinned and beautiful female college student will immediately come in and ask you for WeChat."
"That won't work!" Fugui returned to normal and grinned: "No way! I have to tire myself to death! I can't hold it back! I can't take it anymore -"
From the old Changsha stinky tofu stall in the side alley, two girls came in, both timid. They were work-study students. When they saw Xueming, they walked in the door and asked more questions.
"——Little brother, can I have your WeChat account? Brother, are you acquainted with the boss? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Fugui roared loudly: "Get out! Get out of the way! Leave my territory! Shameless Yangou!"
Putting aside this matter, Xueming then asked about other things.
After returning from Niflheim, he had many questions in his mind and many things waiting to be answered.
The station's confidentiality classification system has always been very strict. It is not as cordial as [Tianshu]. He should not know anything. Ao Mingde will never say a word. Maybe Brother Chen from [Tianshu] can give him an answer.
Let’s start with the appearance of Teacher Plaque and Brother Chen.
"Brother Chen, what is your relationship with Teacher Plaque?"
Fugui immediately asked, "You call him your teacher?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, he helped me a lot. He also taught me a lot."
Chen Fugui looked at Jiang Xueming's full backpack, and suddenly opened the zipper of the backpack. There were six bottles of chocolate milk on the front, and there were other things inside. It was probably a small freezer containing rabies vaccines and panacea.
Fugui seemed to have a competitive spirit and looked very proud.
"Then you have to call me teacher."
Jiang Xueming: "Okay."
The rich and the noble hugged each other and talked about business.
"Do you know this place called Shambhala?"
"I heard Teacher Victor mentioned -" Jiang Xueming remembered this matter. During the trip to Niflheim, the staff of Stairway to Heaven once visited this place: "- it is a very, very big, very, very deep giant cavity.
, you can almost look at it as another small earth. There is the sun there, there are sunrises and sunsets, there are seas and land, there is another world."
"I'm not from the surface." Chen Fugui said frankly: "Do you believe that?"
Jiang Xueming thought that there were also many people born in the underground world.
"believe."
Chen Fugui then said: "I am from Shambhala, do you believe it?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes. I believe it."
Chen Fugui continued: "I come from the mainland south-southwest of Shambhala. It is a series of scattered islands, next to a big country called Amitlan."
Jiang Xueming didn't feel anything was wrong at first, but the topic got further and further away.
Fugui opened up the conversation and talked a lot with Xueming.
"I have soul power, and the name of the soul power is [Heart Arsonist] - it can change my body, just like the shapeshifter in Men, I can be old or young, I can become a woman,
You can also turn into a man. At the beginning, my name was Oroz Zoro."
Jiang Xueming: "Wait a minute...wait a minute."
The amount of information is a bit large——
——Chen Fugui spoke concisely and concisely, and finally lowered his head, smiling like an elder and a younger generation playing nonsense on the Haisai Lake to make a child laugh.
"Do you still believe it now?"
Jiang Xueming took a breath, calmed down, and thought about it carefully.
"believe."
So Fugui continued: "Shambhala has its ecological environment, geographical features, and cultural traditions, but it is hundreds of years behind the surface world. If you travel to this place now, it should still be in the early stages of the industrial revolution."
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"That's where I met Wood Placker. I hadn't turned into him at that time. I was a secret agent of Amitlan. I had to perform a special mission and mess up the political situation of another country. I used my superb skills to
He used his disguise skills to assassinate high-ranking officials and ministers of the Lenon Kingdom. The hometown of Wood Placker is there, he is from Lennon, he crushed my will and turned me into him - into him
As a shadow warrior, from then on we went our separate ways and made trouble in that small world."
These stories made Jiang Xueming feel strange——
——Because this period of history does not exist on the earth. It is a "Fleg's Travels" that is completely independent of human civilization and is the national civilization of the underground people.
Brother Chen continued.
"He disappeared later, and I couldn't find him, so I started traveling further afield. Starting from Dongdu Port in Shambhala, I took a boat to Daxia, which is a place that looks very much like ancient China.
.There are many Qi practitioners. I have stayed there for more than 140 years. Speaking of this, do you know Luo Pingan?"
Jiang Xueming immediately said: "He is my waiter's teacher, my teacher's teacher."
"Ah." Chen Fugui nodded and said, "Yes, he's not dead yet?"
Jiang Xueming remembered that there was such a person in Blackstone's camp: "No, he has a crane-haired face and a high-spirited look. I saw this VIP at the harvest season ceremony."
Chen Fugui: "I changed my name. That's how Chen Fugui came to be. I helped him do business to make money, and he was responsible for seeking enlightenment - I made him rich and provided him with wealth, law, and earth companions. He kept me safe and protected me."
Physically and mentally sound, we each take what we need.”
Jiang Xueming: "It's amazing..."
Chen Fugui continued.
"About 140 years ago, Brother Ping An and I discovered that Shambhala is actually a hollow cave deep underground. My long life was like waking up suddenly, ending this dream, and followed the winding path.
Walking outside the cave, we found the mine tunnel of the Eurasian Continental Bridge, which was built by workers hired by Aoheng Mingde. Senior Brother Ping An and I left Shambhala together."
"After arriving on the ground, Ping An and I were both sick for a long time. It was difficult to adapt to the sunlight and viruses on the surface. But Wood Plaque found me and said that our mission was not over yet. Only then did I know that this
The kid ran outside a long time ago."
Until then——
——Chen Fugui took out a book from his pocket and handed it to Xueming.
"I can't say anything next. You know that I am from the Philosopher Foundation? Right?"
Xueming went to read the title of the book carefully, it was called "Uncovering the Coffin and Setting Off". The thick pages were absolutely bulletproof. It was a very, very long story.
He put the books away and continued to ask about the matter with Brother Chen.
"I can't ask about the next thing, right?"
"Yes." Chen Fugui nodded: "My name in the Philosopher Foundation is Adams Vihar. I can't talk about anything else. Including giants, runes, and you.
I can’t tell you about the things I saw in the trench of Niflheim for the time being. If you really want to get to the bottom of it, ask me——”
"——I can only say, I don't know."
Jiang Xueming thought for a moment——
"——Brother Ye Bei, does he know about you?"
Chen Fugui clapped his hands.
"Hey! He is just silly!~How else could he and I become a golden partner?"
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After such a chat, Jiang Xueming roughly understood [Tianshu]'s position in the mortal world, as well as the relationship between Teacher Fugui and Teacher Pulak.
There's just one thing that's unclear.
"Teacher Chen, your soul power prevents you from growing old, so what does Teacher Pulak rely on to survive?"
"Have you seen the power of his soul?" Fugui asked immediately: "That is a sacred beast that smells like sheep, the mythical Baphomet/Baphomet."
Jiang Xueming: "I heard Teacher Plak say that he is the goat devil in the Witch's Sabbath."
"Wood Plunk is more like being possessed by the devil." Fugui explained: "According to Western mysticism, he signed a contract with Baphomet. During the contract period, Baphomet would give him
Divine power to protect him from death - let me tell you a digression, this guy will not die even if he is thrown into a meat grinder on Saturday, which is the Sabbath, because there is a big devil covering him."
Jiang Xueming was very curious: "What contract did Teacher Plak sign?"
"Perhaps it is the same as Aohun Mingde." Fugui looked sad: "These monsters and gods are all adapting to modern society in their own way. Baphomet's original intention is to [absorb knowledge], and it needs the help of Prak's
In the physical body, to observe human society and human civilization, maybe in a few hundred years, someone will use a backdoor to launch cyberspace and ascend to a higher level of mechanical life? Who knows?"
"Teacher Pulak is indeed knowledgeable and talented. He seems to know a little bit about everything." Jiang Xueming finished drinking the last cup of tea and saw that it was getting dark, so he brought up the spiritual disaster issue: "Teacher Chen, Brother Ye Bei asked me to come and get the equipment. It's the sky."
The arm of the hub?"
When Brother Fugui heard this, he immediately closed the door curtain of the Zhizha shop.
Then he pulled the pull switch in front of the door, and the containers on both sides immediately flipped over. They transformed from gods, Buddhas and elephants into long guns and cannons.
This time it was Jiang Xueming's turn to grin from ear to ear.
Chen Fugui said with a smile.
"Have you never fought such a rich battle? In the world of the underworld, spiritual disasters often occur in busy cities. The population density is extremely high and the disasters are extremely strong. The organization will not save money in this regard."