The Elvis speaker made a sound of electricity and then went quiet.
Zhang Yuanqing sat in front of his desk in a daze, but something was boiling in his mind. Thousands of threads, turbulent waves, and a mess.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke free from the chaotic emotions, pinched his eyebrows and sighed:
"Really, it turns out that you are also a slave of Judge Cunning Eyes"
After the initial shock, the clues and details from the past were consolidated in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, and the truth of the matter was gradually pieced together.
——The Demon Lord is the slave of Judge Cunning Eye, and he was controlled by Judge Cunning Eye when the Demon Lord was still very weak.
A certain piece of audio from the past can prove that the Demon Lord has a mission to hunt down lawful walkers every month. Who issued the mission?
Zhang Yuanqing didn't think about it before, but if the Demon Lord is a slave of the Cunning Eye Judge, then the logic makes sense. The Cunning Eye Judge is a big boss in the evil professional camp and is naturally opposed to the lawful camp.
It is reasonable to arrange for his "slaves" to suppress the lawful walkers in the area under his jurisdiction (the Eastern Branch of the Psionics Society).
Yuan Ting from the Taiyi Sect said that the Demon King is moody and has an unruly temperament. Lawful professions and evil professions are stewed together. This is because the Night Wandering God belongs to the lawful profession, and lawful people kill lawful people. If they meet someone with reputation, the devil will be killed.
Your moral points will be deducted.
Therefore, the demon king wants to hunt down evil professions to ensure that he will not be wanted by the spiritual realm.
"When the Demon Lord was very weak, he was controlled by the Cunning Eye Judge. He struggled to survive and tried hard to find a way to release the control of the Holy Grail, until he was about to reach the top and finally saw hope.
"Then, together with Brother Bing, who is also a slave, we hunted down Judge Cunning Eye. All the information I have obtained before can verify this reasoning. The motivation and logic are consistent."
Zhang Yuanqing continued to think about it, and now he figured out the motive of the Demon Lord to hunt down Judge Cunning Eyes, and combined with the mysterious man
His face suddenly turned ugly, and a chilling speculation emerged in his mind:
The Demon Lord is a slave of Judge Cunning Eye, so his identity information must be recorded on the roster.
If, if that mysterious man is a member of the Demon Lord, the purpose of tearing up a page of the roster is not to conceal Brother Bing's identity information, but it just so happens that Brother Bing and he are recorded on the same page.
"It shouldn't be. If the Demon Lord is not dead, how can Brother Bing get his character card? Speaking of which, Li Dongze once said that character cards are issued by the spiritual realm, but my character card was given by Brother Bing."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp suddenly became numb.
"If it is really the Demon King, then the reason why he did not kill me is very scary to me. No, I have to confirm whether he is dead or not."
Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his face, stabilized his mind, took out his notebook from the drawer, and wrote:
"How to release character card?"
"How to get other people's character cards?"
By clarifying these two questions, I can probably deduce a lot of things, but I must not ask the official, especially Fu Qingyang, who knows too much. Zhang Yuanqing turned the ballpoint pen and locked an object in his mind.
Master Wuhen!
The Traceless Master is an evil profession, a lineup that is completely separated from the lawful profession, and because the opponent belongs to the chaotic good camp, it will not be malicious or threatening to you, and the Traceless Master level is high enough.
It is better to ask him than to ask the Master of the Palace of Killing.
Although the palace master is from the lawful camp, he can't resist her crazy criticism.
"If you have anything to do, you can go to Master Wuhen to show your face, give me a hug, and ask for the Dream Talisman in vain, unless he explicitly tells me not to go again."
Zhang Yuanqing is still very confident in his social skills and thick skin.
After making up his mind, he put away the Elvis speaker, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up to his grandmother's constant calls, lying on the bed and stretching his waist.
After a night's rest, my condition has completely recovered.
When he came to the living room, his cousin Chen Yuanjun just finished his breakfast. He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, nodded to his cousin, and then said:
"Grandma, I'm going to work."
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Brother, today is Sunday."
Chen Yuanjun said helplessly: "There is something going on at the Third Elementary School. We are responsible for sealing off the scene and maintaining order. An old man died in a nearby community. I heard from colleagues that he fell accidentally, but the neighbor next door said that someone was downstairs that night.
fight.
"The family of the deceased believed that he was murdered. They made a fuss at the Sheriff's Department early in the morning. There were a lot of things happening today."
He was indeed killed. He yelled and scolded Hei Wuchang until he was stunned. I was too late to save him. Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently.
The old men and women in Songhai have always been very angry. If they were upset, I would even dare to point my nose at them and scold them. Unfortunately, I was unlucky and encountered a tough opponent like Hei Wuchang.
After Chen Yuanjun left for work, Zhang Yuanqing picked up the bun and took a bite. While eating, he asked:
"Grandma, where is my aunt?"
"She's sleeping in the house. It's Sunday and I'm too lazy to care about her." Grandma gave her grandson a fried dough stick, then took out a five-hundred-dollar bill from her pocket and said:
"Next week's living expenses."
"Thank you grandma."
Zhang Yuanqing is a rich man with a net worth of half a million yuan, but he doesn't want to give up the living expenses provided by his family. He can't say: Your grandson, I spend all my time licking blood from my knife, killing people and buying goods. Now I am a wealthy man.
Grandma proudly took a picture of the five hundred yuan and went to the balcony to water the flowers. At this time, my aunt, wearing a pink cotton pajamas with Pikachu printed on the chest, came out with slippers.
She squinted her eyes listlessly, her hair was messy and disheveled, showing a sense of laziness.
Speaking of which, although my aunt is a sweet and well-behaved type, her figure is still very impressive, and Pikachu has gained a lot of weight.
Jiang Yuyi sat down next to his nephew and shouted: "Mom, where's my porridge!"
"You don't know how to go to the kitchen to serve it yourself?" Grandma scolded.
Jiang Yu'er said coquettishly: "Mom, don't you love me anymore?"
"roll!"
"." She entered the kitchen dejectedly.
Zhang Yuanqing waited for his aunt to return with porridge, then asked: "We didn't play games last night, why did you sleep so late?"
"Auntie is here!"
"Your aunt comes twice a month?"
"Talk too much!" My aunt raised her hand and slashed her nephew's head with a fierce knife: "When will it be your turn as a junior to bully me in front of my aunt?"
As soon as the aunt finished showing off her power, her nephew cut her hands behind her back and pinned her down on the dining table.
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his aunt's raised butt, and an uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind: It would be a pity not to have a pig tail for such a beautiful butt.
grass!
He cursed in his heart, immediately let go of his aunt, and sat upright.
Just when Jiang Yuyi was about to call his mother to show her how his nephew bullied him, he was stunned for a moment: "Why are you so scared?"
Zhang Yuanqing sneered: "Woman, you can no longer attract me."
Then, he added with tears in his heart: The sow has gradually come into my sight.
"Are you going shopping later?" Jiang Yuyi said.
"No, I have something to do in the morning. I'll see what time it is in the afternoon."
In the dark room, the orange desk lamp emits a weak light.
In front of the brown solid wood desk, a burly man made a "pop" sound, pulled out the cork of the glass test tube, and drank the pale golden liquid in one gulp.
He let out a contented sigh, and the sword marks and claw marks all over his body healed quickly without leaving any scars.
Then, the fire master looked at the black-robed guardian who was standing by the window watching the rain, and said in a deep voice:
"I just received the news that Hei Wuchang was killed and the Holy Grail has fallen into the hands of the Songhai branch. Great Protector, we have no chance."
The Great Protector by the window watched the rain quietly. He was silent for a long time and his voice was hoarse:
"Who killed Hei Wuchang?"
The fire master snorted coldly: "Yuanshi Tianzun, the official database shows that he has just obtained an A-level meritorious service. Oh, an A-level meritorious service. I remember that in order to become an elder, in addition to being of sufficient level, you must also be at least A-level. Hei Wuchang wants to
If he didn't kill her, why would he get an A grade?"
The Great Protector said: "Find a way to kill him. In addition, let out the news that Hei Wuchang was killed and the list fell into the hands of the Five Elements Alliance. This will stimulate the fallen people on the list."
At nine-thirty in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the lobby of "Wuhen Hotel" with a backpack on his back and a smile on his face, and went straight to the front desk.
"Aunt Xiaoyuan, I'm here again." Zhang Yuanqing came to the front desk.
The gorgeous aunt in a burgundy suit and white shirt glanced at him and said calmly: "What's going on this time?"
"I came here to thank Aunt Xiaoyuan for her help last time. Hei Wuchang has been killed and the Holy Grail incident has been solved." Zhang Yuanqing said, opening the zipper of his backpack, taking out a wad of banknotes and placing them at the front desk:
"This is one hundred thousand. The extra fifty thousand is my personal preference."
"Hei Wuchang is dead?" Aunt Xiaoyuan raised her eyebrows, surprise flashed in her cold eyes, and then fear.
The Five Elements Alliance's abilities exceeded her expectations. In such a short period of time, they were able to uncover and kill Hei Wuchang.
She frowned her delicate eyebrows and said, "I remember that the person responsible for this matter was Fu Qingyang, the deacon of Kangyang District and the White Tiger Soldier."
Zhang Yuanqing: "It was him, but in this incident, I was the one responsible."
Xiao Yuan ignored his words and became more and more afraid of Fu Qingyang.
Immediately, she turned her attention to the thick pile of cash, and after a moment of silence, she accepted one hundred thousand.
A group like them that lives in a crack is limited by their moral values, hunted by official agents, and has extremely limited sources of income. Their lives cannot be said to be poor, but they are definitely not rich. A lack of funds will cause great inconvenience.
Maintaining channels, gathering information, trading, etc. all require money.
You also need to live.
Seeing Aunt Xiaoyuan accept the money, Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "Actually, I have another unkind invitation."
Aunt Xiaoyuan's heart sank.
"I want to meet Master Wuhen." Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely.
Xiao Yuan lowered her head to look at the money in her hand, her eyes twitched, and she said with a cold face: "Wait a moment! I can only ask for you. Whether you see it or not is Master Wuhen's business."
After that, he stepped on his high heels and walked to the elevator.
A few minutes later, the elevator went down and Aunt Xiaoyuan returned, nodded and said:
"Go for it!"
Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator to the fourth floor and stopped in front of the door of the second room on the left, which was room "404".
He grasped the door handle and gently turned it open.
The scenery in front of me twists like water waves, the door disappears, the hotel corridor turns into a simple and spacious hall, the red carpet under my feet turns into mottled stone bricks, and under the caisson with paintings of gods and Buddhas in the sky, there is a golden Buddha, holding flowers and lowering his eyebrows, with a similar expression.
Compassion is as majestic as coldness.
Zhang Yuanqing's back on the futon folds his hands and salutes: "Master Wuhen."
"What's the matter?"
A low, misty voice echoed with pain.
"Junior has two doubts and wants to ask the master." Zhang Yuanqing said: "How can I unbind the character card without dying? How can I get other people's character cards?"
Master Wuhen pondered for two or three seconds and said slowly:
"Anything, only death can unbind the character card. Even the five leaders of the Five Elements Alliance, the supreme leader of the evil organization, are no exception.
"As for how to get other people's character cards, I have never heard of this method, but based on my humble knowledge, there must be a prerequisite, and that is to be in the spiritual realm."
Even the five alliance leaders can't remove the character card? With Master Wuhen's level and identity, he dares to say this, and he must be confident.
So the Demon King is really dead?
You can only get other people's character cards in the spirit realm. I can understand this, because after the traveler dies, the spirit realm will recycle the character card. If you want to "intercept", you must be in the spirit realm.
Master Wuhen didn't even know such a method, but Brother Bing did it. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and asked again:
"The soul of a high-level Night God is immortal. Is it possible to fake death?"
"It is impossible to release the character card if you fake death. If the character card is released, you will definitely die." Master Wuhen said.
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's suspicions were shaken.
The leader of the Taiyi Sect said that the Demon Lord is dead, and Master Wuhen also said that the removal of the character card means death. Is his reasoning more reliable than the insights of the two bosses?
Obviously impossible!
But if the mysterious man is not the Demon King, who is he?
Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly and said, "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my confusion."
Master Wuhen said calmly: "You and I are in different camps, and you are a member of the official organization. It is better not to interact with each other in the future. The general physical examination of the Five Elements Alliance is not a charade. Don't make any mistakes."
Sure enough, thick thighs are not so easy to hold. Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly and said: "I understand."
As the words fell, the scenery in the palace gradually showed illusory special effects, and finally disappeared.
He returned to the door of Room 404.
Alas, Little Green Tea's dream charm has not been used, and she is not an official member. Sometimes in the future, she can be asked to explore the way. If she refuses, I have already thought of the reasons - don't you feel sorry for your brother?
Taking the elevator back to the lobby, Zhang Yuanqing said goodbye and left. Aunt Xiaoyuan suddenly called out and said:
"Did something happen to you recently?"
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, feeling happy in his heart, but remained calm on the surface: "How do you say that?"
He thought to himself, could Aunt Xiao Yuan see something?
Xiao Yuan pondered for a moment and said:
"The first time you saw me, you looked at my breasts three times, my face twice, and my legs five times. When you saw me the second time, you looked at my face once, my breasts four times, and my legs six times."
Zhang Yuanqing interrupted in shock: "Auntie, I didn't, please don't accuse me unjustly. Do you, an evil profession, like to spit on people with blood?"
Aunt Xiaoyuan said calmly:
"But this time when I came here, you only looked at my face once.
"Your spirit body is polluted. Although it is not deeply polluted, and the polluted part will not have a great impact on your character, it corresponds to 'desire'."
Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively: "Who are you?"
Aunt Xiao Yuan said calmly: "Level 5 witch and Gu master."
Zhang Yuanqing's attitude changed, as if someone suffering from an old illness had found a good doctor, and he spoke very quickly:
"That's it, Aunt Xiao Yuan. I recently got a tool from the Gu Master profession. The price of it is that it will gradually change sexual orientation. No, it's species orientation. To be honest, when I look at Auntie today, I don't think she is.
What a pity for a pig.
"But I didn't use it, I just put it in my inventory."
Aunt Xiao Yuan's eyes showed compassion:
"The price of some props is that they have a slow impact but will not stop. But when you put it in the inventory, it will already recognize you as the master, and the impact will be produced.
"The cost of some props is visible and intuitive. You pay after using them and don't need to think about them before using them.
"The degeneration of the witchcraft master profession belongs to the former."
Zhang Yuanqing was frightened when he heard this, and immediately said: "Auntie, I plan to sell it to you at a low price."
Aunt Xiao Yuan sneered: "What do I want it for? Gradually develop a sexual interest in boars?"
Keep it for yourself.
Zhang Yuanqing looked desperate.
This is a more deceptive thing than the Tianchan incense burner that poisoned the entire tribe. Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the hotel, deeply troubled by how to deal with the "scarecrow".
This prop is undoubtedly very powerful. Even the red dancing shoes can be stained and corroded. When fighting at the same level, it is equivalent to a strategic-level weapon.
But the price is really unbearable. Hei Wuchang is an evil profession. It's so bad that it doesn't care about changing the orientation of the species. The reason why Aunt Xiao Yuan doesn't want it is probably because she doesn't think she's evil and has a good heart.
Therefore, I would rather give up the opportunity to strengthen myself.
I also have a good heart. Zhang Yuanqing made up his mind: "As expected, I'd better hand it over to the organization in exchange for props."
Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang and Fu Qingyang called.
"Hello, Centurion?" Zhang Yuanqing answered the phone.
"Come to my place. The branch's rewards for you have been determined. In addition to merit and bonuses, the elders have decided to reward you with two props. Choose two from the ten props."
Fu Qingyang's voice was still cold, but to Zhang Yuanqing's ears, he sounded like a money-giving boy.