Museum of Demons

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The scenery of the ocean is magnificent, especially people who have lived on land for a long time. It is easy to be impressed by such scenery. However, no matter how magnificent the scenery is, it will make people feel boring to see it for too long. Fortunately, there are still Other people can chat.

Except for Ji Kangle, the others went to interrogate the gang of knights.

In their hands, these people still have value and can use them.

In other words, these people are worth ‘money’.

I don’t know if this counts as 500,000...

This can be regarded as a spy report.

Although it is a physical report...

Wei Yuan remembered that when he went out to sea for the first time, there were only Shen Su's calm sharp men and the Shenzhou first alchemist Xu Shi who needed to be intriguing. The trip to sea was quite boring, and the one with A Xuan, when he came back, the boat Too bumpy, on the contrary, it made him a little seasick.

The big ships of the Qin era were much more stable.

Wei Yuan sat on the deck of the ship, watching the undulating waves, with mixed thoughts. In other words, unlike Wu Zhiqi, the battle for Gonggong was based on King Yu and Ying Long Gengchen. He There is no qualification to participate at all, but you can also know the power of Gonggong from the legend.

At that time, he had no idea that one day it would be his turn to find a co-worker.

Watching the waves, Wei Yuan pondered, thinking about whether to throw a handful of soybeans in, and let the yellow-turbaned men go to the sea to check, take a wave of diving to see if there are signs of co-workers, but he immediately denied this idea, and the yellow-turbaned men protected him. The principle of the body curse is to call down the spirituality that remains in the sky above Shenzhou.

Even the quasi angels have fallen. Once the yellow turban warrior is involved, he may not be able to escape his spirituality and will be directly annihilated. Wei Yuan cannot allow this to happen. However, if the yellow bean is thrown in, will it directly float on it?

In this way, can the yellow turban avatar swim?

After all, the body is a soybean.

Wei Yuan stared at the sea, and began to seriously think about the possibility of throwing a handful of soybeans into the sea.

Soon I arrived at that small island.

It's really quite small, just like what Ji Kangle said.

There is a village with only one street.

There were almost a dozen households scattered in there, but Wei Yuan saw that most of the houses are already empty. I'm afraid there will be no more than ten people on this island. Ji Kangle explained:" It is said that the ancestors here came from fleeing, but the life on this small island is difficult. Almost every few years, people return to the land from here, and the number of people has been so large."

"Brother Fang, is Brother Fang here?"

After he explained, he yelled to the family yard.

A man's voice soon came from inside.

The door was pushed open, and a tanned man with a strong body came out and saw Ji Kangle. He was stunned for a moment, laughed and hugged him, and said, "Isn't this Lao Ji? I have a mission today. ?"

Ji Kangle smiled and nodded, and said, "Yes, by the way, there are some friends, come here and have a look."

"As usual, I brought you something."

He moved something from the boat.

Rice, noodles, grains, oil, some daily necessities like soap, vegetables and pork that are not common on the island, and the most important thing is two boxes of pure draft beer. The man’s eyes lit up and he came in with his things cheerfully and greeted Ji Kanglehe. Wei Yuan and others sat down and brought out tea.

Before Wei Yuan entered the house, he took out a pocket, turned it upside down, and spilled the soybeans on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, they turned into five yellow turban warriors.

Wei Yuan handed over some talisman spirit materials and instructed many yellow turban warriors to set up formations on this island.

The main shield air machine, and has considerable defensive capabilities.

The five yellow turban warriors were startled, and even in a daze in their eyes, they asked back:

"Arrangement?"

"Yeah, set up an array."

"Can't you do it?"

"No, no, do it, do it."

"We are good at it!"

"Really, you believe me!"

For some reason, the leader of the yellow turban warrior who gradually gained self-remembering and thinking ability shook his head violently.

Reached out and patted his chest to pack the ticket.

There is no problem at all with such small things as representation arrays.

Otherwise... he suspects that the young man in front of him will reduce their professionalism directly to the level of washing, mopping, and rowing, and adopts the policy of never hiring other professions.

Pity can be seen from the sky, they were created to protect the body and assist the altar.

At most, he moved several times in the hands of the next heavenly master.

But in the future, who doesn't know the famous yellow turban warrior who protects the altar by slaying demons and slayers?

Who knows that it was passed down to this generation, and it was sweeping and rowing.

The next celestial teacher, his elder Jiuquan, learned that he was going to be so angry.

The yellow turban warriors who have finally been able to perform their duties hold the feeling that they can’t wait to look up to the sky and roar. After receiving the decree, Wei Yuan retracted his eyes and walked into this yard in a small island fishing village, and saw it on the tree trunks and walls. Pull out a rope with the whole fish basking on it.

Generally speaking, air-dried, sun-dried, and shade-dried fish have various flavors when cooking.

In addition, there are some special handling methods that challenge people's limits.

Such as canned herring.

Such as the specialties of Eskimo.

Fish soup flashed in Wei Yuan's mind, and he decided to bring some fish when he went back.

At this time, Zhang Hao had already started to question the man named Fang Feng. The latter couldn’t wait to open a bottle of beer. There was a plate of peanuts on the table. Wei Yuan saw that there was a small cleaned plate on the table. Pebbles.

Feng Siyu pulled the pebbles and curiously asked, "Can this food be eaten?"

Fang Feng smiled honestly and said, "You can eat it."

"It's a snack."

"Snack food?"

"That's right." The old fisherman said with a smile: "These stones are washed clean, boiled with salt or the like, slurping with your mouth, they are quite savory. Drinking is mainly cheap, so just spend some money on salt, but It doesn’t take much. Drinking must have a taste to be authentic."

"Sometimes drinking and talking about this stone egg, watching the sky light up a little bit outside, the water also reflects the light, like fish scales, it's good."

Feng Siyu nodded slowly, his eyes shone slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Feng took a sip of wine and answered Zhang Hao’s question, and said, "You just asked, is there anything different on the sea recently? Not at all. Above the sea, storms, waves and the like are quite common. , If there are no such things someday, then this sea will be strange."

"Old Ji, why do you ask this, what happened?"

Ji Kangle simply explained: "A ship is missing."

Fang Feng was stunned, nodded, and said, "...that's how it is."

Then I asked about some things. Sometimes, many things could not be solved. The clues were hidden in clues and could not be easily let go. Feng Siyu was so bored that he quietly talked to Wei Yuan before slipping out, and Xiang Hong Bao didn't listen here at the beginning. He wandered around the island alone, saying that he was trying to find a clearer position when the fake angel disappeared.

Wei Yuan and others listened to the question in this room with a faint fishy smell.

About half an hour later, Wei Yuan noticed a faint fluctuation in mana.

It's a yellow turban warrior.

He nodded towards Zhang Hao and said, "I'll go out for a while."

"Huh? Okay...you can go, Master Wei."

The yellow turban warrior appeared outside the door.

He clasped his fists and said, "A real person, the array has been set up."

Wei Yuan heaved a sigh of relief. When he arrived in the East China Sea, he had to be cautious. After the formation was set up, he contacted Wu Zhiqi and nodded, and got: "Very well, this matter troubles you." .

Next, it's time to face this place.

Wei Yuan thought to himself, when he returned, he paused slightly.

Looking at a room next to him, he just thought about something in his heart, but didn't notice it. There was a faint fluctuation in it. He walked over, and through a small piece of broken glass, he saw that it should be a utility room, but the table was very different. Clean, with an arm made of pure white jade on it.

On his arm, he is still holding a pen.

There is a strong sense of truth in that pen.

However, after the death of a powerful hero, the true spirit will not be annihilated like ordinary people. In other words, it is because of the persistence and will caused by their own experience that they can resist the wear and tear of the oven of heaven and earth. There is still a tiny trace of true spirit. May be reincarnated.

It's just that it may not be able to restore the memory.

Correspondingly, some things will have the residual breath of the true spirit.

Wei Yuan has seen many such things.

This pen...

"This is something that my ancestors once took, but it's a family heirloom."

There was a voice in his ear, Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the honest fisherman coming out, Zhang Hao, Yuanjue was also there, it should be the end of the matter, Fang Feng drank a drink, smiled and said, "As for this one. The pen, and this arm, actually speaking, this story has a lot to do with a general."

"General? Who..."

The fisherman said: "Qi Jiguang."

…………

At this time, Feng Siyu and Xiang Hongbao met directly.

This small island was not very big. When the two of them wandered around, they naturally met easily. When they met, Feng Siyu sat on a rock, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his small shoulder bag and knocked him down, seeing Xiang Hongbao bowing. Head, holding a cross in his hand, I don't know what to mutter in my mouth, and curiously asked: "What are you doing?"

Xiang Hongbao was stunned. He looked up and saw Feng Siyu, and said, "It's you, I'm seeing if I can pinpoint the direction of things. Anyway, I'm in the middle of the church. Here, I still know the magical skills of the induction type. It’s a little bit to be helpful, and I can’t be idle."

While talking, swinging around with the cross.

Feng Siyu was curious, supported the rock with both hands, jumped down, and landed next to Xiang Hongbao, curiously said:

"You are looking for you to say, what kind of simulant angel? What exactly is this similitude angel?"

What is an angel?

Xiang Hongbao didn't know how to answer. While thinking, he walked forward and thought: "Do you ask what is like an angel?"

"Probably they were selected from the pure children cultivated in the temple since childhood. As descendants, they can inherit the power of the sacred objects in the temple church, can use the legendary treasures, have divinity, and exert a strong power. So it’s called a pseudo-angel."

"The church has responded so much this time. I guess it wants to bring back the sacred objects used by angels. The treasures that contain divine nature are rare treasures even in the temple."

Feng Siyu nodded, thoughtfully: "Oh, I didn't come to save people..., I came to touch the corpse."

Xiang Hongbao was choked.

He didn't know if the girl said casually, or if she should go straight to the point.

Feng Siyu curiously asked, "What is the real angel? What does it look like?"

"Really angel..."

Xiang Hongbao was about to answer. The sandy ground under his feet suddenly became empty, his complexion changed, he lowered his head and saw that the ground under his feet collapsed like quicksand, and a huge hole appeared under his feet. He turned over to grab the ground, but the soil was Flowing out of the fingers like gravel.

This island is weird!

No, this sea area really has a problem!

A thought flashed in Xiang Hongbao's mind, and the body had fallen directly. This suddenly appeared on the island with a deep hole. Xiang Hongbao subconsciously took out his mobile phone and immediately recorded a voice and sent it to Zhang Hao, but found that there was no signal directly. , His face was ugly, he hadn't landed for a few seconds, he was neither a martial artist nor a knight, and he fell into a pile of iron.

At this moment, he suddenly saw an extra figure next to him.

Feng Siyu's slender legs were crossed, just beside him, as if sitting down together.

The horse's tail raised upward.

Xiang Hongbao was dumbfounded: "Why are you down too?!"

Feng Siyu said, "I will save you."

Huh? !

Xiang Hongbao was stuck in his heart, he wanted to kill himself directly here, and furiously said: "Save me? Then you just jumped down?! You can fly, you, or you have wings, who Does he want you to save..."

"I will." "Huh?"

Feng Siyu put the melon seeds into the small shoulder bag.

When Xiang Hongbao was desperate, he suddenly stopped, and a pulling force came from the collar.

The wind hits and thumps on his cheeks.

Because of the shaking, the cross inside Xiang Hongbao's collar was raised. His eyes widened, and he saw the white wings suddenly spread from behind the heroic girl. From the high hole, the golden sunlight came in, like a beam of light. The lively girl, at this moment, had an indescribable holiness and solemnity, and a crisp voice rang in his ears.

"You haven't said yet, what is an angel?"

In the distant future, when Xiang Hongbao, an old man, remembered this day, he could not stop being lost, then smiled and shook his head, sealing the words in his memory, but at this time, he subconsciously murmured: "God. The messenger..."

Xiang Hongbao reacted and stammered: "You, are you an angel?!"

Messenger of God?

Feng Siyu was stunned.

"When did you recognize it?!"

"Are you really an angel?!"

The two of them stared wide-eyed.

Feng Siyu was meditating.

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She is a priest.

Then, the conclusion is established.

When he was old, Xiang Hongbao recalled the past and found out with tears and laughter that the Nestorian inheritance, which had reproduced alone in China in the long history, completely turned aside at this moment and rushed towards the direction that no one knew. Regardless of whether he has such thoughts or not, at this time, he is undoubtedly an accomplice.

The girl raised her eyebrows, affirming:

"You are right."

"Unexpectedly, you are so smart."

ps: The second more today... the buffer chapter, sleep sleep...

It's a personal order...This work and rest are too exhausting.

I added some qualitative things because I was worried about book friends thinking about it, lying down...