Museum of Demons

  Chapter 340 Turbulence

  Quan City·Old Street District.

The vehicles of the   special operations group steadily stopped in front of the museum.

Feng Siyu opened the car door and jumped down, looked at the lights in the old street, coughed seriously, beckoned to Xiang Hongbao, and said: "Come here." Xiang Hongbao's eyes were slightly bright, and Zhang was driving. Hao said hello, with a gentle smile, followed by getting out of the car.

   Then he took out a large box of peanut pastry from his pocket and handed it over.

  Since learning that the greedy girl in front of him is the legendary angel, Xiang Hongbao’s attitude has suddenly become better. He feels that his heart is still in the water, and he has directly entered the great sage time psychologically.

  It was Feng Siyu who slapped his left cheek, and he could send his right cheek up.

  Jesus could not stop him.

  Feng Siyu took over Xiang Hongbao’s ‘sacrifice’.

   Then he put the package of spiced peanuts that he had just eaten along the way in a small package, and said:

   "You said, do you want to know how to communicate with God?"

  Xiang Hongbao emphasized.

  Feng Siyu pondered, "Tell me about your sacrificial ceremony?"

  The sacrificial ceremony?

  Uh...weeks?

Xiang Hongbao was stunned, and had to hesitate to repeat the Daqin Nestorian worship method from the Tang Dynasty. It was accompanied by the cultural shock and change after the Tang Dynasty. It was a complicated and unique prayer. Feng Siyu shook his head repeatedly.

  The expression on Xiang Hongbao's face was a bit uncontrollable: "This, is this wrong?"

  Feng Siyu took it for granted: "Of course it is wrong!"

Xiang Hongbao couldn't believe it, and murmured: "But, from the beginning of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty to the present, our line of Nestorianism in Daqin has always been like this. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is also a treasure record. How could it be wrong? ?"

  Feng Siyu pondered, and asked: "Then have you seen God?"

  Xiang Hongbao was blocked.

"never seen it."

  The girl proudly said: "I have seen it!"

   "So, obviously, you are wrong."

   "I am the real one!"

  Xiang Hongbao opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he felt that Feng Siyu’s logic was not at all problematic, and said, "Then what should we do?"

  Feng Siyu meditated: "First of all, the ritual of sacrifice should be like this..."

"Then………"

  Feng Siyu told Xiang Hongbao about the basic method of offering sacrifices in the Republic of China.

  Xiang Hongbao directly took the pen and paper and recorded it seriously.

  He never took cheat sheets so seriously when he was in school.

  This is almost the highest respect of a scumbag.

  Feng Siyu bit a piece of candy, and finally looked at what Xiang Hongbao had recorded, and nodded calmly. Xiang Hongbao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How is it? There is nothing wrong with it, right?"

  Feng Siyu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Xiang Hongbao's face froze: "Huh?!"

  Feng Siyu earnestly said, “It’s too ugly to write, it’s uglier than Lao Shui’s writing.”

Lao Shui is the water ghost serving as a waiter in the museum. Xiang Hongbao twitched the corner of his mouth. Feng Siyu suddenly stretched out his finger and drew a symbol on the center of Xiang Hongbao’s eyebrows. There was a burning feeling that made Xiang Hongbao feel hot. After taking a half step subconsciously, he raised his hand to touch his eyebrows, and said in doubt: "What's the matter?"

Feng Siyu squeezed a piece of walnut pastry with his other hand and put it in his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and he said, "I wrote you a mark. Otherwise, I'm afraid you will fail again. Um, yes. Now, there is the last and most important part, the reason why the sacrifices you just mentioned have deviated from the direction."

   "It's not that God said, there must be light."

  "It should be changed to."

  Feng Siyu chewed up the candy and swallowed it, with a solemn expression, even a sense of solemnity between his eyebrows, and said:

   "God said, there must be fire."

  ……………………

After sending Xiang Hongbao out, Feng Siyu walked back holding the delicious food, Yuanjue went to the museum to rest according to Wei Yuan's words, but he didn't expect that there was one person in the museum, and he was slightly startled. I noticed that it was a heroic woman who became more heroic in the moonlight.

  She is dressed in red, her black hair is tied into a high ponytail with a big red hair band.

  Ordinary women dressed like this would be a bit too gorgeous.

  As for this woman, all the gorgeousness brought by her clothes was under the pressure of her own British pressure.

   Yuanjue put his hands together for eleven ceremony, saying: "Yu donor."

  Yuji Yu glanced over Yuanjue's back, and said, "Where is Wei Yuan? Didn't he come back?"

Yuanjue said: "The Master Weiguan found something in the East China Sea. He temporarily decided to go to Qingqiu. Looking at the sky, he will probably stay in Qingqiu Country for one night. If there is anything wrong with Donor Yu, he can come back tomorrow. is back."

  Yuji has nothing to say about this monk.

She was just because in the daytime, when the Overlord’s spear and gun blade was struggling, a crack was struck on the seal, and this seal was Wei Yuan’s handwriting. After she settled her mind, she hoped to find Wei Yuan first and let him reinforce the seal. , And then make other plans.

  In fact, I still feel a little confused.

Yu Ji nodded, got up to say goodbye, suddenly heard a crisp sound, her complexion changed suddenly, turned into a red light and rushed out. Yuanjue followed closely. After running over, she saw Yu Ji standing in red. There, I don't know whether my eyes are happy or sad, or both, but the glass in the studio has actually broken, and glass shards are scattered all over the floor.

  In the studio, a quaint wooden box opened wide, covered with sawdust.

  ……………………

  Xiang Hongbao carefully recorded what the girl said.

Zhang Hao sent him to the station. I don’t know if he has experienced too much today. Xiang Hongbao felt the cold illusion again, as if he was in a chaotic battlefield, fell asleep in a daze, and looked vaguely. When the world was dark and groggy, the sound of war horses neighing in the ears, the sound of weapons colliding, and the roar of anger, turned into the most realistic setting.

   seems to be always fighting forward.

This dream was too real. When Xiang Hongbao woke up, there was a cold sweat all over his body, sticky, and the sky was already a little bit bright outside. He slept for this nightmare all night and went down. When we were in the car, an old man who looked amiable stood in front of the station, chatting with others.

  Xiang Hongbao's eyes lit up, and he bypassed the drivers who were talking about pulling people, and leaned over and laughed:

   "Master, I'm back... Fuck?!"

   "What are you doing!"

   "What am I doing?!"

  The old man who was still smiling just got a stinking face, and directly picked up the 2.5-liter mineral water bottle and slammed it on Xiang Hongbao’s head, furiously:

"You stupid roe deer dare to come back. I have sent out so many puppies, but you are not upset. You are reported by your own, and then arrested by your own. I have to go to my own to open a note. I'll find someone else to let you go. I haven't lost this kind of person in decades."

   "Still hiding, I will clear the door today to clean up you."

   "Old man, if you fight again, I have done meritorious service."

   "Fart, run again, I will send you to the palace today!"

After a long fight, Xiang Hongbao's hair was messed up into a chicken coop. The old man drove him back and asked him what happened to him. Xiang Hongbao scratched his head and talked about the matter briefly. When talking about himself When he saw the angel, the old man made a sudden movement and his eyes almost protruded.

its not right……

  His family knows his own affairs, where is there any god?

But when he saw Xiang Hongbao's swearing appearance, although his eyes were weird, he didn't say anything. He just said that if you want to succeed, then try it for yourself according to what the angel said. Xiang Hongbao is full of confidence. Suddenly said: "By the way, how about his time, eldest brother?"

  The old man fell silent and said with a headache: "What can he do? Isn't it still that way?"

  He drove into a small alley, and sighed:

   "You go in, I won't go in yet."

"okay."

Xiang Hongbao got off the car, separated half of the dried salted fish, and then ran to his elder brother. They were adopted by the old guys. They grew up in Nestorianism. They went to the street when they were fine, but they were clever. Xiang Hongbao is different. His elder brother doesn't know whether he is good or bad.

  In short, it is the kind that makes everyone a headache.

  Obviously he was born in Cross Nestorianism, but in the end he abruptly disappeared into the church.

   taught him Nestorian magic at the age of seven, but he didn’t like it, and said that he hated the way of relying on other people's strength the most.

  Divine Art is also humbling to others.

  He would rather be upright and rely on himself.

  As a result, the old man in charge of magic arts flicked his sleeves away with a black iron pot face.

The warriors of Nestorianism are overjoyed. In their veins, they have not only the fighting skills of the ancient Roman "Da Qin", but also the "Tang Shou" and "Bing Strike" from the Tang Dynasty. They are mixed with the body tempering method of the magical system. , Is also an ingenious practice method.

   But when he was introduced to the church, when praying.

  Lian even the strong man of Nestorianism in Daqin was furious and kicked away.

The old man in the car lit a cigarette. He has been unable to forget those eyes until now. They are clearly the eyes of an eight-year-old child. He holds a gun in one hand, but he is unwilling to recite the name of God. When they all knelt down to receive the baptism, they frowned, pondered for a while, and asked with a gun—

   "God?"

  The immature boy's eyes seemed to have an entire vast world, saying:

   "He uses multiple weapons."

  "When can I beat him?"

  ……………………

Xiang Hongbao opened a small yard. Of course, the autumn flowers were all gone, but they were still blooming indoors. They were red flowers blooming in patches. A man bent over, tied an apron, and trimmed. Huaye, with a watering can next to it, Xiang Hongbao put down the dried salted fish and shouted for several times without responding.

  The corners of his mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, and said angrily:

  "Xiang Hongyu!!!"

"heard it……"

  In a flat voice, the man raised his head, his facial features were stiff, his eyebrows sharp and solemn, he said casually:

"sit down."

  And in the corner where the brothers did not pay attention.

  A faint streamer fell to the ground and fell into the flowers.

  When Xiang Hongyu sent Xiang Hongbao out, he noticed the gun blade falling from the door, and wondered: "What is this..."

  ………………

  Qingqiu Country——

   came here, Wei Yuan didn't even think about going back in the middle of the night.

  偌 is a big Qingqiu country, is there still no place for him to live?

Even Yu Nujiao directly set a large area for Wei Yuan near her yard. Wei Yuan slept well, got up the next day, ate a meal, took out her mobile phone while eating, and found it. The old teacher Mao Maotou said: "Friend Zhang, are you there?"

  Seconds returned an emoticon package.

   Wei Yuan said: "I found the problem with Donghai."

   The other side replied with an emoticon pack that the cat head is better than OK.

  It is obvious that Zhang Ruosu has already received an answer from the special operations team.

  However, Zhang Hao and others don’t know the truth...

  Wei Yuan typed a line of words silently with the pleasure of pulling people into the water. After thinking about it, he deleted all these words, leaving only four words, press the key, send!

  ‘Gonggong woke up. ’

  This time, the head of the cat fell silent.

"Co-workers?"

   "Well, Gonggong."

   "The one with the head iron?"

   "The one with the most iron."

   was silent for a long time.

  Swipe, the head of the cat directly turned into grayish white.

  ‘Ding-your friend has dropped. ’

   "………………"

  Wei Yuan happily put the phone away, sharing a joyful thing with a friend, the joy will be doubled, and a bashful thing ‘shared’ with a friend, you will also be happy, sure enough, happiness is more obvious.

  Wei Yuan bid farewell.

Nv Jiao watched him leave and turned back slowly. When she came back, she heard the little fox girls gather together, laughing and playing naughty, but vaguely heard the poem, "Buddhism dies, can you live forever?" , The feminine frowned slightly, and stepped over.

A few little fox girls were preaching this poem. The fox girl who started to speak suddenly realized that her friend on the other side was afraid to speak. She was stunned and heard a cold and flat voice asking: "This poem is from Where did you hear it?"

  The little fox girl turned around and saw the graceful girl with white hair. She was stunned, then quickly lowered her head and said respectfully: "Old ancestors, the tribe who traveled outside came back and talked about it."

  Nujiao nodded slowly, and said flatly: "From now on, the Qingqiu people are not allowed to pass this poem."

  Little Fox Girl was taken aback, and quickly lowered her head to agree.

  Nv Jiao turned her eyes and left, saying: "Go and tell the Hu family and Su family's Patriarch to draft the decree."

  Fox girl froze~www.wuxiahere.com~ understood the solemnity of this matter, and left after saluting.

  The other fox girls also left cautiously, the girl's expression is plain and graceful——

This sentence, to some extent, will make Wei Yuan feel uncomfortable. She will not allow Qingqiu State and Tu Shan clan to spread this poem, no matter who it is, whether it is the fox fairy, or the Su family and the Hu family. High-level people in, are not allowed to say this poem——

  Ahem.

  Only she can!

  ………………

  Wei Yuan left Tushan Qingqiu State, took out his mobile phone, and found that the old heavenly master had not been online yet.

  It seems that the impact is a bit big.

   Wei Yuan made a joke in his heart, he swiped it casually, and the news box popped up on his phone. After a casual glance, Wei Yuan's expression slowly solidified——

  'Lishan Qin Shihuang’s Mausoleum has been altered, suspected of blasting’

  PS: Today’s first update...four thousand words, I pushed down the outline and found that this is a big copy...

  Thank you for being free from the world, thank you~

  (End of this chapter)