Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 100: Spirit

"Which eye did you see? If it wasn't for Guilai's sharp eyes to carry you out of the fire, you would have roasted ginseng by now!" Gui Bugui glared at Xiao Ren San with hatred, and continued. : "I'm also wondering, it's obviously your fault. Why did Yan Aihou drive us both out?"

"Because without you, this fire can't be put out." Wu Mian, who had not spoken much, finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes and glanced at Gui Bugui, and then continued: "You are also a few hundred years old. It’s a shame to drink with children. It’s okay to add water to your wine. Later, you threw Ren San directly into the wine jar and let him drink it up before coming out. How about it? , the fire was also lit..."

"Is there? This is what the old man did?" Gui Bugui looked at Wu Mian innocently, scratched his bald scalp, and continued: "Look at how old you are, your memory is not good. Okay, why can't I remember what happened last night? My two apprentices are the same, and Yan Aihou can drive us down the mountain. They just stood by and watched. The local lord's words of persuasion might not save Yan Yan's face, and this matter is over. These two little rabbits..."

"If your family's ancestral tablet was also set on fire, would you plead for the arsonist?" Wu Mian's face also showed a helpless expression, after glaring at the old guy fiercely, He continued: "The ones on the tablet are all your juniors and yourself, but they are also the close relatives of your two apprentices. But my senior brother is also right on the two of them, and accepted them for you. You and Yan mourn...the blind man knows who to pick, right?"

When he spoke, Wu Mian's heart was very tangled. Originally, Yan Aihou had planned to explain to him the treasure hidden in the underground palace, but an unexpected episode suddenly appeared, and immediately his senior brother changed his face. Not only did he not say anything about what was hidden in the underground palace, but he also had to drive the three of them down the mountain. This matter has nothing to do with Wu Mian, just because of Yan's mournful words - you came together, let's go together.

Seeing Wu Mian pressing the evil fire, he didn't dare to provoke him again. At the moment, he could only find a way to change the subject. He licked his face and smiled at Wu Mian, and said, "Anyway, we have to come down sooner or later. It's better to go down the mountain early. There is still a map to go over. Where are we going?"

Wu Mian finally looked back at the location of the top of the mountain, and when he turned around, he spit out two words - "Wujiang"

More than two months later, the Wujiang River. A group of villagers, led by a few people in alchemist costumes, built a high platform out of stone and wood. The high platform is more than three feet tall, and it is covered with red cloth. In addition to an incense burner, there are three sacrifices, fresh fruits and other tributes. After everything was sorted out, the people who looked like alchemists made all the villagers kneel behind the high platform. A leading alchemist boarded the high platform, closing his eyes and muttering words and began to urge some kind of spell.

Just as he was trying to cast the spell, he suddenly heard the sound of someone eating food. After the man was stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted that 80% of the time it was because his technique had paid off. The Lord I want to invite today has appeared...

"Everyone recites the mantra sincerely! The old man has arrived... Whose child is this... How did you come up... Is there an adult? Watch your child and don't let him eat tribute!"

The villagers who were kneeling on the high platform stood up and looked around when they heard that the words were wrong. On the high platform, in addition to Grandpa Fang Shi, there was also a chubby child standing on the offering table. He was holding the fruit in one hand and the fat chicken in his arms in the other hand. One mouthful of fruit and one mouthful of fat chicken are enjoying themselves...

The alchemist on the high platform wanted to carry him off the table, but he just reached out and touched the little doll, and the alchemist let out a loud cry, and then his arm drooped weakly, as if it was instantly interrupted by some blunt weapon Same. Without the alchemist's obstruction, the little baby started eating and drinking more confidently. It didn't take long for most of the tribute on the table to go into his stomach, and the little guy found that there was still a jar of tribute wine in the corner of the table.

At the moment, this little doll was not polite, and directly plunged his little head into the wine jar and drank the wine. At this time, the other alchemists under the high platform and the villagers stopped working. They shouted and prepared to rush up to grab the little doll.

At this time, two people, one old and one young, came down from the high platform. The old man grinned at everyone, and then said: "Isn't it just to eat what you ordered, as for the knowledge of children? Besides, I won't eat you for nothing. I will give you the practice in a while and ask for rain. Keep it safe. Heavy rain the next night after dark..."

"Who said we came here to ask for rain? If the rain is okay, even if we can't ask for it, there is still water from the Wujiang River." One of the villagers who took the lead saw that it was not easy to face an old man and a young man. After suppressing the villagers, he continued to shout at Guibugui: "We are recruiting souls, and we have been recruiting for sixteen years. The master alchemists said that they can call back the soul of the old man today. Being disturbed by you, I don't know what year and month will be recruited..."

"Evocation in the daytime?" The disgraceful old guy raised his head and looked at the big sun hanging in the sky, and after laughing loudly, he continued: "It's really a place and a custom, it's done in the sun. I have also heard about the dark things. However, this is the first time I have seen an old man like you who dares to summon the soul without even a bit of cover. I am tired to ask the old man, whose soul did you recruit?"

When it comes to who will be recruited, all the villagers and the few alchemists have to shut their mouths in unison. After the first few people looked at each other, a middle-aged alchemist came over and glanced at the old man and the young man. Said: "Outlanders, we are unlucky about this matter today. Don't care who you recruited, and continue to drive your way. Be careful to arouse public resentment, and then throw your life on the edge of the Wujiang River."

"Immortal, look at what's written on this sign..." Before he could return to speak, the little doll on the high platform suddenly placed a wooden sign that looked like a tablet. The wooden sign was firmly caught by the young man with white hair and a mean face. The young man only glanced at it, and then turned his attention to the villagers and alchemists: "I can't think of you to conjure the soul of Chu Bawang again."

When the child threw the wooden sign, how worried were the alchemists. There are inscriptions on the wooden plaques that can only be understood by alchemists. Forgive these few out-of-town bumpkins can't understand this kind of text. After hearing the words of this white-haired young man just now, the cold sweat of several alchemists instantly flowed down. Now that the Han Dynasty is over, the spirits of the Western Chu bandit leaders have not been recalled, and their lives will be lost.

After the leader on the high platform came down, several people expressed to the villagers that the soul-calling ceremony was disturbed. The soul of Xiang Yu, the king of Chu, has vanished, and they are not to blame for this. No matter how the villagers begged, these alchemists didn't seem to hear them. After packing up their instruments, they hurriedly left here.

Seeing that there was no hope for conjuring the soul, the villagers turned their anger on the three foreigners. Seeing that hundreds of villagers were about to rush up with their arms rolled up, the white-haired young man chuckled lightly. Then he raised his hand, and a multicolored giant dragon shining with golden light sprang out of his palm out of thin air. This giant dragon flew into the air in front of the villagers. After a roar, it turned and flew towards the east, just a short In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

After the stunned villagers reacted, they knelt down to the white-haired young man in unison. The villagers who took the lead knelt in front of the young man and touched the ground with their heads and said, "The immortals have come down to earth...the immortals have come to rescue our Jiangdong elders...Please ask some great gods to cast spells to recall the soul of the overlord of Western Chu..."

I don't know what sad things are said in these few words, and hundreds of villagers are sobbing. At first, it was just a small cry, but later there were more people crying, and these people also raised their voices and howled loudly.

Looking at this scene, the old man and the young man looked at each other, and the old man raised his head and shouted at the kid who was still on the high platform: "Ren San! Look at what you have done..."