I was puzzled. Even if a guy whose family is ruined has some ability, he is just like a duckweed in troubled times, with no foundation.
The reason why Imperial Master Mu Yan can live peacefully until now is simply because the Special Cases Division gave them a chance to survive.
To put it nicely, they are the remnants of the Qing Dynasty; to put it worse, they are just a group of dogs without a home.
Who gave them the courage to mock the members of the Special Cases Division here? Aren't they afraid of completely angering the Special Cases Division and making them take away this last place of refuge?
Or is it that Imperial Master Mu Yan has already found a new partner?
Even her subordinates have such an attitude. It's hard for me to imagine what Guoshi Mu Yan means. The Special Cases Office conducts academic exchanges on Mu Yan's territory, but in fact it's like fighting on the road, with all the disadvantages.
The two "remnants" became irritated by what I said, and they had an awe-inspiring and black energy on their bodies, as if they wanted to hurt someone. I was not afraid, and the golden runes on the short evil-suppressing sticks in my hands also lit up one after another.
Perhaps because they sensed that I was good at it, these two guys still didn't dare to take action. Instead, they said angrily: "Okay! When your body is taken out later, I will definitely chop it twice!"
While they were talking, the door opened, and two "remnants" pushed a mobile hospital bed and walked out. There was a person covered with a white cloth on the mobile hospital bed. He had no breath, so he should be dead.
The guy guarding the door gloated and shouted: "Are you another researcher from the Special Cases Division?"
The two survivors who pushed the cart nodded slightly, then without saying a word or even looking at Cheng Jiamu and me, they ducked into the opposite door.
The moment he opened the door, I saw a row of mobile hospital beds inside, with at least seven or eight people lying in them forever.
The survivor who was guarding the door sneered: "Boy! Did you see that? This room is the morgue of the Special Cases Division, and the one next door belongs to someone else! Come in quickly, I can't wait to see you lying down and come out!"
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I sneered and said, "I'm sorry, you are destined to be disappointed."
As I said that, I strode through the door. Cheng Jiamu behind me gave the survivor guarding the door a hard "poof" and followed closely.
Inside the gate is a square with a large round platform in the middle, and more than a hundred people sitting or standing on both sides.
Half of these people are researchers from the Special Cases Division in white coats. They are either bowing their heads in thought, or writing and drawing in notebooks with pens and paper, and some are tapping frantically on laptops.
On the round platform, a strong Western European man with a tadpole tattoo on his body was showing off his power, with a rebellious look in his eyes.
Cheng Jiamu walked in a hurry and wanted to report to Dr. Yu. However, he was grabbed by me and whispered: "The only way to catch him off guard is to take him by surprise."
Cheng Jiamu suddenly realized: "In that case, it's all Mr. Zhang's fault."
I nodded slightly: "The country is facing a crisis, and I am also a passionate man. How can I ignore death and not save him? But only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. Let me observe the situation first."
This place should have been used for black boxing in the past. At critical times, it could even be used for exorcists to fight, so the round platform was built wide enough.
The tattooed brawny man showed off his power on it for a long time, then smiled slightly and said: "Teachers, if no one comes to give me some advice on my research topic, then you have lost."
I secretly admired him for being a gentle man after all. Even if he was fighting to the death, he would always speak in a polite tone. However, although he was polite in words, he was really ruthless in his actions. The researcher from the First Research Institute who was carried out just now should be
He was the one who was beaten to death.
Suddenly a man said loudly: "Mr. Rochester, your research on the soul-swallowing runes has indeed reached a very high level, but in my opinion, this set of runes is not perfect. Its foundation
There are three hundred and sixty runes, which limits its development and future."
A man wearing a white coat and thick glasses slowly walked up to the round platform. He had a book under his arm and a pointer in his right hand, just like an old professor in a real college.
As soon as he came on stage, someone laughed loudly and said: "It turns out that old Professor Meng Zhiqiu took action. I heard that the old professor has studied the ancient runes of the Dayu Dynasty very deeply. Now it seems that the two sides can finally communicate."
The sound did not come from under the circular platform, but from the other side of the circular platform. I looked up and discovered that there was a row of seats over there.
There are about ten seats in total, but only eight people are sitting there. One of them, an old man with gray hair wearing a white coat, is surprisingly Dr. Yu, the head of the First Research Institute of the Special Case Division.
The other seven include a great scientist from the Supernatural Research and Defense Agency, a vice-president of the Theological Society, a white-haired elder from an Egyptian temple, and a palace-dressed woman wearing a cheongsam and a flag head.
This woman looked to be in her thirties, and her appearance was not bad, but her mouth was sharp, her eyes were cold, and she looked like she was repelling people thousands of miles away.
I guess this is the owner of the underground club, Master Mu Yan.
In addition, I also found a small tree occupying a position. Next to the small tree, a monkey wearing clothes was sitting steadily.
Monkeys are lively and active, but this old monkey sat there without moving at all, just like an old monk in meditation.
When I thought about it carefully, I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. These two should be the two thousand-year-old monsters who stayed in Yanjing.
Cheng Jiamu, who was standing next to him, said in a low voice: "The stands are full of big shots from one side, most of them are opponents, and there are relatively few friends."
I lowered my voice: "The academic exchange meeting is so cruel. Didn't any of the successive directors of the Special Cases Division come forward? Where is Deng Bochuan? Where is Hu Runzhi?"
Cheng Jiamu shook his head slightly: "Director Deng and Director Hu are both people who have taken a back seat. Even if they come, they can't take action. They are seniors and can't break the rules."
I secretly scolded them for being pedantic. They were already fighting at the door, but you are still obeying the rules here. But then again, the reason why the Vatican Convention was established was to set rules for exorcists.
If Deng Bochuan or Hu Runzhi took action, they would definitely attract more powerful characters from the other side. Instead of breaking the rules and still being restrained, it would be better not to show up in the first place.
While I was thinking about it, I heard a tattooed Western European man shaking his tendons, with runes all over his body jumping around, and saying: "Old Professor Meng Zhiqiu, please give me some advice!"
Meng Zhiqiu nodded slightly: "Just come and give me advice!"
He held the pointer in his right hand and scratched it back and forth on the ground. It was obviously a hard ground, but after he scratched it several times in succession, a deep mark appeared.
While writing something on the ground, he said slowly: "Rune, just like the circuit board on a chip, carries the movement of energy and achieves various purposes."
"When the runes were first created, they were based on the power of heaven and earth."
He suddenly raised his head, grinned, and said: "I have been engaged in the research of runes for many years. After thinking about it on weekdays, I quickly understood a truth. That is, the fewer the basic runes, the more powerful the runes will be."
"There are a total of twenty-six basic runes in the ancient runes, which can spread energy. Different structures of the runes will have different results."
He suddenly took out his pointer and started writing on the ground. Every time he wrote, Rochester would take a step back unwillingly.
There is no way, if you don't retreat, you may be torn apart by the runes.
When Meng Zhiqiu wrote this, he suddenly grinned and said: "Rochester, you are very good, but you should not come here. Your runes have 3060 basic runes.
The combination methods reach an astonishing amount of calculation, and you can only control a few of them."
"I don't know where you got these ghost writings, but the basic ghost writings of the Dayu Dynasty only have twenty-six, and they have been streamlined to the extreme. This is the most powerful writing in the world."
Mr. Rochester frowned secretly when he heard this, and said to himself, this is reasonable. The fewer the basic runes, the better the combination of changes is in line with other runes.
In this way, my ghost writing has been compared to that of mine.
Thinking of this, he suddenly sneered: "Mr. Meng Zhiqiu, there is an old saying in China, it is a mule or a horse, pull it out for a ride! I wonder if this old gentleman has the guts to fight with me?"
The strong man was tall and tall, nearly two meters tall. But Meng Zhiqiu was only about 1.7 meters tall, so he looked too thin.
A comparison between the two sides shows that the gap is huge. I'm afraid Rochester can knock Meng Zhiqiu into the ground with just one slap, right?
I was secretly worried that Meng Zhiqiu was old, so I must not end up like this. But the more I thought about it, the more Meng Zhiqiu stepped forward. As he walked, he bowed slightly and said, "Then let's compete!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eight chains stretched out from the ground.
These eight chains were all composed of runes, spreading in all directions along Meng Zhiqiu's legs. Although the runes did not cause any ripples when they fell on the ground, I clearly understood the meaning contained in them.
"Educate the soul!"
Meng Zhiqiu wants to use ghost writing to seduce Rochester's three souls and seven souls!
The reason why I can understand it is because I learned the real ghost characters from He Zhonghua. Those soul-enchanting characters are evolved from the basic characters and are specially used to deal with cowardly monsters and monsters.
But Rochester was obviously more courageous. After the soul-enchanting rune spread on the ground, he didn't dodge it. Instead, he stepped into it with a careless foot.
"Senior Meng Zhiqiu, your so-called ghost writing is too powerful..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly froze, with a horrified look on his face: "Is this soul restraint? You actually know how to restrain souls!"
Senior Meng Zhiqiu bent down slightly and said, "Please give me your soul."