Museum of Demons

　　 There were fierce firearms and fluctuations in spells from far away.

However, Zhang Yue was affected by evil law, his body was transformed into a demon, and he unexpectedly broke out. Fortunately, under the madness, he had no intention of killing. Although some manpower was injured, he was generally fine. It was just that Zhang Yue was originally an ordinary person. Next came the small-caliber gun shooting. There was nothing, but it was already shocking.

　　 Wei Yuan used a small wooden box to put away the fragments of scale armor that had just been cut off.

　　 Then he returned the sword to its sheath.

At this time, the disciple of the Weiming Sect named Zhao Yi also followed in, knowing that the Aries was his junior. He was stunned and turned around. Then he was a little bit snarled. No matter where he looked, he was a sheep. The younger brother's Taoism is not bad, how come you have such a low-level Tao?

　　 Generally speaking, the method of raising livestock is easy to crack, just open the sheepskin.

But he turned for several times, and he didn't know how to lift it off. The sheepskin looked like it grew on Xuan Yi's body, and because he wanted to get down to see if it could be opened from his belly, he was embarrassed and kicked in anger by Xuan Yi. Sit down on the chest.

　　 "This is troublesome..."

　　 Zhao Yi rubbed his stomach and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I have to go back and ask the elders to take action."

　　 "I can't do anything, and the elder sister may not be able to break this method, this is not something we can break through."

　　 "Or wait until the Taoist man who casts the spell is captured in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, you can also break this technique."

He said this, but his eyes looked straight at Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan was just about to put the sword away. He observed the state of Xia Xuan Yi, and barely saw that this was a layer of sheepskin covering the body, thoughtfully. , Said:

　　 "Come with me... I might be able to break this technique."

　　 Zhao Yi was slightly startled, and immediately overjoyed.

　　 One stood up directly, and arched his hands again and again:

　　 "Then thank the Master Wei Guan first."

　　 Wei Yuan said: "I just try it, it may not work."

Then he sighed, pulled out two tissues, squatted down with a sword on his back, and wiped the tears to the crying Octopus. The movements were gentle, but when they touched the little girl's cheeks, Wei Yuan's movements were stiff. a bit.

　　 Crouching Tiger Waist Card trembles slightly, and the corresponding text appears on the platform.

　　 Wei Yuan returned to normal movement, wiped the little girl's face clean, and said:

　　 "Let's go."

　　……………………

　　 Still the wooden counters are so old that they are in the depainted museum.

　　 Xuan Yi Zhao Yi and the two came in with Zhang Xiaoyu who temporarily did not know how to arrange it.

　　 Wei Yuan got them a glass of water and brought Zhang Xiaoyu a bottle of Coke.

Asking them to wait a moment, they went to the front of the museum, took a box, and opened the seal. Inside the red cloth was covered with a pair of simple and dark iron scissors, which was the femininity of the Tian's female envoy. After the Bone Girl Painted Skin was beheaded, this iron scissors was placed here by Wei Yuan Town.

　　 An ordinary knife will only cut the sheepskin and human skins together.

　　 This kind of thing is different. It was originally a treasure of painted skin, an object specially used for peeling.

　　 Naturally, only the sheepskin can be cut open, and the viciousness above can also be used to break the evil law.

　　 Wei Yuan held the iron scissors and said:

　　 "I want you to do something, wait a while, only untie the sheepskin, and don't hurt the human body."

　　 The scissors trembled slightly, and the sound was like sharp laughter, including disdain and resentment.

　　 Wei Yuan said: "This is your help. I will find a way to dissipate your hostility and transform you from a feminine object into a magic weapon, and then naturally I can let you out."

　　 The **** iron scissors opened and closed, as if laughing wildly.

　　 Wei Yuan patiently said: "You think about it."

　　 The iron scissors are still uncooperative.

Wei Yuan's left hand instantly pulled out the broken sword that had been stuck behind his waist, and pierced the wooden counter next to the iron shears with a bang, slaying demon ghosts successively, his sword had already changed a bit, and at this moment, the body of the sword was chilly and murderous. People, Wei Yuandao:

　　 "Do or not?"

　　……………………

　　 Wei Yuan came back with an honest iron scissors.

Then let Xuan Yi lie down, the scissors in his hand exuded a chill, but he obediently stroked the sheepskin, the sheepskin that had been subjected to the evil method was easily cut, and the resentment and hostility gathered on the iron scissors could also break the evil method. Xuan Yi felt a chill in his body, and then he felt like seeing the sky.

　　 Sheepskin fell to the sides.

　　 Xuan rolled out from inside, lying on the ground with his limbs spread out, panting violently.

Zhao Yi hurriedly helped his younger brother up, and the Huang Fu prepared early shook his hands and ignited him. He poured it into the water to make a bowl of Fushui. He helped Xuan to drink it to get rid of the evil remaining in his body. Wei Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it succeeded. , And then threw the honest iron scissors into the box and sealed it.

　　Ghosts are afraid of the wicked, even the **** is like this.

Turning to see Zhang Xiaoyu sitting on the sofa obediently, holding Coke, but still crying silently, and at the corner of the bathroom and this small living room, a few dead ghosts huddled together, staring at the can of Coke. Fingers are almost embedded in the wall.

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu was taken aback, then put the Coke on the coffee table.

　　 pushed in the direction of a few ghosts again.

　　 A crowd of dead ghosts was shocked and huddled into a ball, and they were in a turmoil.

　　 Can you see another one? !

After entering this place, Lian Xuanyi and Zhao Yi, the two Daoist disciples, instinctively noticed that there is Yin Qi, but because there is no hostility, they just raised Yin Soldiers as the owner of the museum. Many Daoists have similar inheritances. However, if you follow the right path, there will be no harm to the heavens, and no evil spirits will be born.

　　 Out of courtesy, they did not open their eyes to see.

Wei Yuan sighed secretly, sealed the scissors, affixed the charm, and walked to the living room, squatting down to look at the crying red-eyed Octopus. She was still in kindergarten, and at a young age, her skin was too pale and soulful. When the body is unstable, a subtle soul body escapes.

　　 Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl's hair.

　　 Slightly closed eyes, a blue talisman flashed across the palm of the palm-to drive away ghosts.

　　 This is the usage developed after the last contact with Dong Yu. It is possible to see some memory images that he cares with the help of the swaying body of the weak soul. Of course, no matter how it changes, this magical power is ultimately the way to drive the ghost.

　　 Zhang Xiaoyu is not a living person.

　　 But it’s not just a ghost...

　　 She is a living corpse.

　　 People are dead and souls remain. Legend has it that the seventh day after death is the night of the soul.

The dead will return to the corpse to see their family members before they leave. But there are many variables. One is that the soul is stranded. On the seventh day, they failed to return to the corpse. The last thing happened. As a result, The body has been cremated or buried.

　　The soul body cannot find a way home, and becomes a wandering soul wandering outside.

　　 One is to lock the soul in the body, neither human nor ghost, neither life nor death.

　　 This method ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is also called continuation in some places.

　　 is not the right way.

　　 Summoning souls to continue to cross the Yang Qi.

　　 Take my life and continue her life.

　　 The picture unfolded in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

　　……………………

　　 The child's memory is colorful.

　　 are like crayon paintings.

　　 Father, mother, and myself.

　　Every little thing in the world is happy.

　　 "Dad is a hero, omnipotent, and can lift me high."

　　 "Mom is a fairy, the best-looking mother in the world."

　　 The memory of this time, even the dark night is brilliant.

　　………………

　　 But suddenly the blue sky became gloomy.

　　 She is sick.

　　 Dark clouds filled the house.

　　 Mom and Dad started quarreling all night long.

　　 Xiaoyu wanted to pull them away, but Xiaoyu couldn't do it, and became weaker and weaker.

　　Dad cried.

　　 stretched out his finger and stroked his face.

　　 "Dad crying, shame..."

　　 Why are you crying harder...

　　 So sleepy, I want to sleep.

　　 It's cold, it's cold.

　　Mom is gone...

　　 Xiaoyu seems to have slept for a long, long time, and his father looks much older.

　　 Mom is gone, Dad said she left us.

　　Daddy held the little fish and cried and said, "I will definitely cure your disease."

　　 "You will be better."

　　 "Wait for you, dad will take you to the biggest amusement park. I want to play as long as I want."

　　 But, Dad, Dad.

　　 Xiaoyu is not sick.

　　 Xiaoyu just died...

　　PS: Thank you, Hui Zhuning, for your reward