Spiritual Walker

"Zizizi."

The Elvis speaker made an electric sound, and then returned to calm.

Zhang Yuanqing sat at the desk in a daze, but something was boiling in his mind, a myriad of thoughts, turbulent waves, 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 even you are a slave of the Weird Eye Judge"

After the initial shock, the clues and details of the past gathered in Zhang Yuanqing's mind and gradually pieced together the truth of the matter.

——The Demon King is a slave of the Weird Eye Judge, and he was controlled by the Weird Eye Judge when he was still very weak.

A certain audio clip in the past can testify that the Demon King has the task of hunting down lawful walkers every month. Who issued the task?

Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it before, but if the Demon Lord is the servant of the Judge of the Trick Eye, then the logic makes sense. The Judge of the Trick Eye is the boss of the evil profession camp and is naturally opposed to the lawful camp.

It is reasonable to arrange his "servants" to suppress the lawful walkers in the jurisdiction (Eastern District Branch of the Psychic Society).

Yuan Ting of Taiyi Sect said that the Demon Lord is moody and unruly, and he is a mixture of lawful and evil professions. This is because the Night Wanderer belongs to the lawful profession, and the lawful kills the lawful. If he encounters a reputation value, the Demon Lord will be deducted from the moral value.

Therefore, the Demon Lord has to hunt the evil profession to ensure that he will not be wanted by the Spirit Realm.

"When the Demon Lord was very weak, he was controlled by the Judge of the Weird Eyes. He struggled to survive and tried to find a way to remove the control of the Holy Grail until he was about to reach the top and finally saw hope.

"Then, he teamed up with Brother Bing, who was also a slave, to hunt down the Judge of the Weird Eyes. All the information I obtained before can verify this reasoning, and the motives and logic are consistent."

Zhang Yuanqing continued to ponder. Now that he has figured out the motives of the Demon Lord to hunt down the Judge of the Weird Eyes, combined with the mysterious man

His face suddenly became ugly, and a chilling speculation emerged in his mind:

The Demon Lord is a slave of the Judge of the Weird Eyes, so his identity information must be recorded on the list.

If, if that mysterious man is the Demon Lord's man, the purpose of tearing off a page of the list is not to cover up Brother Bing's identity information, but it just so happens that Brother Bing and him are recorded on the same page.

"It shouldn't be, if the Demon Lord is not dead, how did Brother Bing get his character card? By the way, Li Dongze once said that the role card was issued by the Spirit Realm, but my role card was given by Brother Bing."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp suddenly tingled.

"If it is really the Demon Lord, then the reason why he didn't kill me is very scary. No, I must confirm whether he is dead or not."

Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his face, calmed his mind, took out a notebook from the drawer, and wrote:

"How does a Spirit Realm walker remove the role card?"

"How to get someone else's role card? "

If I figure out these two questions, I can probably guess a lot of things, but I absolutely cannot ask the official, especially Fu Qingyang, he knows too much. Zhang Yuanqing turned the ballpoint pen and locked a target in his mind.

Master Wuhen!

Master Wuhen is an evil profession, which is completely separated from the lawful profession. Because the opponent belongs to the chaotic good camp, he will not have any malice or threat to himself, and Master Wuhen is of a high enough level.

It is better to ask him than to ask the Palace Master of Stop Killing.

Although the Palace Master is in the lawful camp, she can't stand her crazy criticism.

"Whether you have something to do or not, you can go to Master Wuhen to show your face, hug his thighs, and beg for the Dream Jade Talisman, unless he clearly 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 at the beckoning of his grandmother, lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out.

After a night's rest, he had completely recovered.

Coming to the living room, his cousin Chen Yuanjun had just finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth with a tissue, 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: "Something happened at the Third Primary School. We are responsible for blocking the scene and maintaining order. An old man died in the nearby community. I heard from my colleagues that he fell from the building accidentally, but the neighbors next door said that someone was fighting downstairs that night.

"The family of the deceased believes that he was murdered. They made a scene in the Public Security Bureau early in the morning. There are a lot of things today."

He was indeed murdered. He yelled and scolded Hei Wuchang so hard that I couldn't save him in time. Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently.

The old men and women in Songhai are always hot-tempered. If they are upset, they will dare to point their noses at them and scold them. Unfortunately, they are unlucky and meet a tough guy like Hei Wuchang.

When Chen Yuanjun went out to work, Zhang Yuanqing took a bite of the bun and asked while eating:

"Grandma, where is my aunt?"

"She is sleeping in the house. Today is Sunday and I am too lazy to take care of her." The grandmother picked up a fried dough stick for her grandson, then took out 500 banknotes from her pocket and said:

"Next week's living expenses."

"Thank you, grandma."

Zhang Yuanqing is a big man worth 500,000, but it is not easy to refuse the living expenses given by his family. He can't say: Your grandson is on the edge of a knife all day long, killing people and robbing goods, and now he is not short of money.

The grandmother generously paid 500 yuan and went to the balcony to water the flowers. At this time, the aunt, wearing a pink cotton pajamas with Pikachu printed on the chest, stepped on slippers and walked out with a click.

She squinted her eyes listlessly, her hair was messy and she looked lazy.

Speaking of which, although my aunt is a sweet and well-behaved type, she still has a very good figure. Even Pikachu has gained weight.

Jiang Yuer sat down next to her nephew and shouted, "Mom, where is my porridge!"

"Can't you go to the kitchen to get it yourself?" Grandma scolded.

Jiang Yuer said coquettishly, "Mom, don't you love me anymore?"

"Get lost!"

"." She went into the kitchen dejectedly.

Zhang Yuanqing waited for his aunt to return with the porridge, and then asked, "We didn't play games last night, why did you sleep so late?"

"My period is here!"

"Your aunt comes twice a month?"

"Shut up!" The aunt raised her hand and chopped her nephew's head with a fierce knife: "When will it be your turn to be a junior in front of your aunt?"

The aunt, who had just finished showing off her power, was tied up by her nephew and pressed on the dining table.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his aunt's raised buttocks, and an uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind: such a beautiful butt, it would be a pity if it didn't grow a pig tail.

Fuck!

He cursed in his heart, and immediately let go of his aunt and sat upright.

Just as she was about to call her mother to show her how her nephew bullied her, Jiang Yu'er 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

"Let's go shopping later?" Jiang Yu'er said.

"No, I have something to do in the morning, I'll see the time in the afternoon."

In the dim room, the orange desk lamp emits a faint light.

In front of the brown solid wood desk, the burly man pulled out the cork of the glass test tube with a "pop" sound and drank the light golden liquid.

He sighed with satisfaction, 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 standing by the window watching the rain, and said in a deep voice:

"I just received news that Hei Wuchang was killed, and the Holy Grail has fallen into the hands of the Songhai branch. Great guardian, we have no chance."

The great guardian by the window looked at the rain quietly, 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 won the A-level merit. Ha, A-level merit, I remember that to become an elder, in addition to having a sufficient level, you must have at least an A-level. If Hei Wuchang was not killed by him, how could he get the A-level."

The great guardian said: "Find a way to kill him. In addition, spread the news that Hei Wuchang was shot dead and the list fell into the hands of the Five Elements Alliance to stimulate the fallen on the list."

At 9:30 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 a white shirt glanced at him and said lightly: "What's the matter 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 resolved." Zhang Yuanqing said, unzipping his backpack, taking out a stack of banknotes and placing them at the front desk:

"This is 100,000, and the extra 50,000 is my personal gift."

"Hei Wuchang is dead?" Aunt Xiaoyuan raised her eyebrows, and surprise flashed in her cold eyes, followed by fear.

The ability of the Five Elements Alliance exceeded her expectations. In such a short time, they caught Hei Wuchang and killed him.

She frowned delicately and said: "I remember that the person in charge of this matter was the Kangyang District Deacon, Fu Qingyang of the White Tiger Soldiers."

Zhang Yuanqing: "It was him, but I was the first contributor in this incident."

Xiaoyuan directly ignored his words, and she became more and more afraid of Fu Qingyang in her heart.

Immediately, she turned her attention to a thick stack of cash, and after a moment of silence, she accepted the 100,000 yuan.

For a group like them who survive in the cracks, there are restrictions on moral values ​​and official searches. Their sources of income are extremely limited. Their lives cannot be said to be tight, but they are definitely not rich. Lack of funds will cause great inconvenience.

Money is needed to maintain channels, inquire about information, trade, etc.

Spiritual realm practitioners also need to live.

Seeing Aunt Xiaoyuan accept the money, Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "In fact, there is another unwelcome request."

Aunt Xiaoyuan's heart sank.

"I want to meet Master Wuhen." Zhang Yuanqing looked sincere.

Xiaoyuan looked down at the money in her hand, her eyes twitched, and she said coldly: "Wait a minute! I can only ask for you. Whether to meet or not is Master Wuhen's business."

After that, she stepped on high heels and walked towards the elevator.

A few minutes later, the elevator went down, and Aunt Xiaoyuan returned, nodding and saying:

"Go!"

Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator to the fourth floor and stopped in front of the second room on the left, which was Room 404.

He held the door handle and gently turned it.

The scenery in front of me twisted like water waves, the door disappeared, the hotel corridor turned into a simple and spacious hall, the red carpet under my feet turned into mottled stone bricks, under the caisson painted with gods and Buddhas, a golden Buddha, holding a flower and lowering his eyebrows, his expression seemed compassionate, majestic and cold.

Zhang Yuanqing clasped his hands together and saluted the back of the figure on the futon: "Master Wuhen."

"What's the matter?"

The ethereal and low voice of enduring pain echoed.

"I have two doubts and would like to ask the master." Zhang Yuanqing said: "How can a spiritual realm walker unbind the character card without dying? How can I get someone else's character card?"

Master Wuhen pondered for two or three seconds and said slowly:

"For any spiritual realm walker, only death can unbind the character card. Even the five leaders of the Five Elements Alliance, the supreme leaders 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 from my humble experience, there must be a prerequisite, that is, being in the spiritual realm. "

Even the five leaders can't remove the character card? With Master Wuhen's level and status, he dared to say that, he must be sure.

So the Demon King is really dead?

I can understand that you can only get other people's character cards in the spiritual realm, because after the walker dies, the spiritual realm will recycle the character card. If you want to "intercept", you must be in the spiritual realm.

Master Wuhen didn't know about this method, but Brother Bing did it. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and asked again:

"The soul of a high-level Night Wanderer is immortal. Is there a possibility of fake death?"

"If you fake death, it is impossible to remove the character card. If the character card is removed, you must be dead. "Master Wuhen said.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's guess was shaken.

The Taiyi Sect Master said that the Demon Lord was dead, and Master Wuhen also said that the removal of the character card meant death. Could it be that his reasoning was more reliable than the knowledge of the two big guys?

Obviously impossible!

But if the mysterious man is not the Demon Lord, who is he?

Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart and said, "Thank you, Master, for clearing up my doubts."

Master Wuhen said lightly, "You and I are in different camps, and you are a member of the official organization. It is better not to communicate with each other in the future. The physical examination of the Five Elements Alliance is not in vain, so don't make a mistake. "

Sure enough, the thick thighs are not so easy to hug. Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly and said, "I understand. "

As the voice fell, the scenery in the hall gradually showed illusory special effects, and finally disappeared.

He returned to the door of Room 404.

Alas, Xiaolucha's dream jade talisman has not been used, and she is not an official member. In the future, I can let her explore the way. If she refuses, I have thought of a reason - 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 him and said:

"Have you encountered anything recently?"

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, and he felt happy in his heart, but he didn't show any emotion on the surface: "What do you mean?"

He thought, could Aunt Xiaoyuan see something?

Xiaoyuan pondered for a moment and said:

"When you first saw me, you looked at my chest three times, my face twice, and my legs five times. When you saw me the second time, you looked at my face once, my chest four times, and my legs six times"

Zhang Yuanqing interrupted in shock: "Auntie, I didn't, don't wrong me. Do you evil professions like to spit blood on others?"

Aunt Xiaoyuan said lightly:

"But this time you came here, you only saw my face once.

"Your spirit body is polluted, although not deeply, and the polluted part will not have much impact on your personality, but it corresponds to 'desire'."

Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively: "Who are you?"

Aunt Xiaoyuan said lightly: "Level 5 witch and sorcerer."

Zhang Yuanqing's attitude changed, like a person with an old illness found a good doctor, and he spoke very quickly:

"It's like this, Aunt Xiaoyuan, I recently got a witch and sorcerer profession prop, its price is that it will gradually change sexual orientation, no, it is species orientation. To be honest, when I saw my aunt today, I felt that it was a pity that she was not a pig.

"But I didn't use it, I just put it in the inventory. "

Aunt Xiaoyuan's eyes were filled with pity:

"The cost of some props is a slow effect, but it will not stop. When you put it in the inventory, it has already recognized you as the master, and the effect has occurred.

"The cost of some props is visible and intuitive. You pay after use, and you don't have to think about it before use.

"The corruption of the witch profession belongs to the former."

Zhang Yuanqing was terrified and immediately said: "Auntie, I plan to sell it to you at a low price."

Aunt Xiaoyuan sneered: "Why do I need it? Do you want to gradually develop a sexual interest in boars? "

Keep it for yourself.

Zhang Yuanqing looked desperate.

This is a rip-off, even more rip-off than the Tianchan incense burner that poisoned the entire tribe. Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the hotel, feeling a headache about how to deal with the "scarecrow".

This prop is undoubtedly very powerful, even the red dancing shoes can be tainted and corroded. In a battle of the same level, it is equivalent to a strategic weapon.

But the price is really unbearable. Hei Wuchang is an evil profession, very bad, and doesn't care about changing the orientation of species. The reason why Aunt Xiaoyuan doesn't want it is probably because she doesn't think she is evil and has a heart for good.

Therefore, she would rather give up the opportunity to strengthen herself.

I also have a heart for good. Zhang Yuanqing made up his mind: "Sure enough, I'll hand it over to the organization in exchange for props."

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone rang, and Fu Qingyang called.

"Hello, Centurion? "Zhang Yuanqing answered the phone.

"You came to my place, and the branch has determined your reward. In addition to merit and bonus, the elders decided to reward you with two props, two of which can be selected from ten props."

Fu Qingyang's voice was still cold, but in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, it sounded like a boy delivering wealth.

"Okay, Centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed.