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Su Yu glanced at Sunny Ahn and whispered, "Don’t you have something to do on Ziya Mountain?"
Gu Tianjiao’s An Qingli is second only to the elders, so Su Yucai ordered An Qingli’s auxiliary parts.
"Purple cliff mountain things sunny Ahn can be confessed to worse, and both the Virgin and the Holy Father can’t turn out any waves. It’s not much that the three elders Ahn and adults can get a foothold and let sunny Ahn intervene in things."
An Qing di Dao
Su Yu nodded when he heard Sunny Ahn’s words. "It’s not impossible to take you. This time, you can meet the strong people in the ancient Tianjiao list and have a good experience. There are also many benefits for you to reach the top saints in the future."
"That little master, please wait a moment, sunny Ahn, and go and order things at once."
An Qing Emei chuckled and made Su Yu slightly Zheng.
Tianmeiren is one of those women with beautiful appearance and gentle heart. She is careful and appropriate, can do everything, is strong and talented, and is a tough and soft woman.
But it happened that sunny Ahn is a soft and vicious woman.
Su Yu’s lip angle is light and she thinks sunny Ahn is a good idea.
Both men have run all the way before, and it’s good to have a beautiful woman to raise their eyes.
After waiting for a wick, Sunny Ahn arranged everything.
Ann and staring at the walk with a sweet wind girl eyes flashed a little enlightenment.
Miss An Qing’s feelings have long been preoccupied with saving herself.
He said with a warm smile, "Leave it to me and the Three Elders, and if there is anything, I will also report to the bodhi old zu to interfere."
Anhe has strong ability and efficiency.
It took him only one day to master the operation mode of Ziyashan Sect Intelligence Pavilion, and quickly uprooted a number of moths and arranged Yanjingbao truster to run the Intelligence Pavilion.
Going to the Intelligence Pavilion in this way should soon be on the right track.
"Be kind to the little master and go to the meeting for a while. This behind-the-scenes person really intends to."
Su Yu low laughed
He took sunny Ahn and Anyuda away from the gate of Ziya Mountain.
Anhe watched Su Yu return to Ziyashan Intelligence Pavilion.
However, all aspects of intelligence contact are very broad.
Ann and Chu Zhangda still have a lot of things that he really needs to master, including the confidentiality of information, which is subject to supervision and management.
But fortunately, Su Yu left him a demon contract, which allowed him to control a batch of dark chess and then fight back.
These days, he tried to check some information about the head of Ziya Mountain.
The life experience of the head looks very innocent, but it makes the sense of smell more sensitive and feel unusual.
There must be some great secret behind the head of the fish!
Su Yu with sunny Ahn, AnYuDa two ancient tianjiao purple cliff mountain arrangement airship spent about half a month came to the orc star domain.
Su Yu found a Terran Hotel, took a short rest in three rooms, and then prepared the lobby on the first floor for information.
But after all, this is the territory of the orcs. Su Yu has seen many women, although they are not the most beautiful, but they are already peerless beauties for the terrans here.
Not sunny Ahn can cover himself up too ostentatiously.
Su Yu and Anyuda took their seats first, and drank tea leisurely in the lobby on the first floor.
Since the "door" news is destined to be a conspiracy, it will inevitably wait for people to be together.
If the people behind it are prepared, they will try their best to inform Su Yu of this little master of Ziya Mountain before the meeting.
"Brother, look at the beauty!"
"Sink fish and fall wild goose, close the moon and be ashamed of flowers? No, no, it shouldn’t be said that it is a country! "
"In my opinion, it should be a muddy fairy!"
"How beautiful! Oh, forget it. "
"The orcs are coming. Let’s get away from it."
Sunny Ahn wore a thin veil and showed a pair of smart eyes and footsteps. Shenglian Bu came from the second floor.
When she came forward, all the terrans were fascinated.
Sunny Ahn never thought it would cause this situation. Her eyes showed panic and she hurried to Su Yu’s desk and said respectfully, "Gongye Sunny is coming."
Sunny Ahn voice down many line of sight are Su Yu body.
An Qing is a purple cliff mountain, and the ancient tianjiao is born with noble temperament, but it is a disguise.
Such a beautiful and noble person is actually a Terran slave, which makes them envious!
Aside from the orcs, I saw Su Yu and An Yuda. Although these two people look very noble, where can a Terran be noble?
The two sex-obsessed orcs soon came up with a clever plan.

I dare not get too close, because I am afraid that I will encounter the same fate as Hu Zongren. Although I can break free, I will let myself find a scare end to end. This is not my wind, and I dare not put the mobile phone light or desk lamp close to Uncle Liang’s mouth, because I am really afraid that I am watching this old guy suddenly open his eyes or reach out, which is ridiculous.
Well, there’s something called Hu Zongren in this world, so I stepped back two steps and said to Hu Zongren, just pull the curtain over there gently, don’t hit it, and slowly lift a corner so that I can see it. So Hu Zongren touched the door window and reached out and fiddled with a curtain and found that it could be raised smoothly, so I nodded at me. I went to Uncle Liang again and turned my hand to Hu Zongren, and Hu Zongren slowly rolled up the curtain.
Hu Zongren’s curling speed is very slow, but the incoming light makes the room much brighter, but it is still not enough for me to see clearly. I also saw that Uncle Liang’s tongue seemed to be wrapped with a metal or sequined thing, but it was obvious from the color that it was not a part of Uncle Liang’s mouth.
So I turned my eyes to signal Hu Zongren to pull a little more. After Hu Zongren did it, I turned my head to observe. Only then did I find that Uncle Liang’s tongue was wrapped with a piece of metal with many sharp corners, so I really couldn’t tell what texture it was because I wanted to take a closer look. This move was very dangerous, because I not only exposed my most vulnerable head to Uncle Liang at close range, but I also had to put up with his bad breath from his mouth.
That sheet of metal is just like the center of one corner of many pointed olive shapes is scattered towards both ends. From the shape alone, I really can’t tell what it is, but there are fine patterns on the edges, which can only appear if it is carefully crafted. Besides, Uncle Liang is an adult and eats more salt than we do, so I will be fine if I put a piece of metal in my mouth. Naturally, he won’t judge that this sheet of metal is probably the key to the whole thing this time, and it doesn’t. Uncle Liang didn’t put it in his mouth by himself. Uncle Liang almost certainly didn’t provoke anything that he shouldn’t provoke this time, which led him to be entangled in ghosts. This point is that someone deliberately put it in his mouth to make him become like this.
While I was still thinking, Uncle Liang’s eyes suddenly stretched out and his hands reached out from the quilt very quickly. He grabbed me by the edge of the bed and grabbed my clothes. Although my body didn’t feel any pain because of my thick clothes, the feeling of tightening still scared me very much. The most terrible thing was that Uncle Liang had been like this since we entered the room, but he just opened his eyes at the moment, not his eyes, but his eyes widened, but his head didn’t turn in my direction. It was like a sleeping beast staring at me suddenly.
I shouted Hu Zongren! Come and help me! Hu Zongren immediately rushed behind me and hugged my waist and pulled me back. I also stepped on the edge of the bed and struggled hard towards the back. It is reasonable to say that even if Uncle Liang gave him a rough weight, it would be only 100 kilograms. I am afraid that even two people with the weight of Uncle Liang can easily pull away, but Uncle Liang’s body seems to be glued to the bed board. He is very mechanical when Hu Zongren pulls me. Slowly twist his head to my side. It’s strange that his eyes still twist with his head as before. That is to say, when Uncle Liang’s head is facing me, his eyes look at his pillow, but when his head is fixed, his eyes quickly sneak around and look at me.
I’ve experienced several small and big ghosts in my life, and I’ve seen them all, even if I haven’t seen them. At least I’ve heard that there are some subtle differences in the descriptions of ghosts among the masters who have been in the house, but this can’t affect my understanding of ghosts. But Uncle Liang is not a ghost because he is breathing and when he opens his eyes, I find that his eyes and pupils are not lax, which means that Uncle Liang is a living person at the moment, and he has become what he is for some special reason.
We tried hard, but we couldn’t move my body. My colleague came from behind me and was lifted by Hu Zongren. The light from the curtain window crossed my body and flashed on Uncle Liang’s sleeping body. After all, I struggled. During this struggle, occasionally a few beams of light shone on Uncle Liang’s face. I noticed that when Uncle Liang saw the light, his eyes quickly became slightly empty and I felt that he had a particularly painful expression because of frowning.
Is he afraid of light? No wonder this room is made as late as night in broad daylight.
So I told Hu Zongren to leave me alone! You go and pull the whole curtain! Come on! When Hu Zongren heard my cry, he immediately retreated to the window and pulled the whole window curtain with brute force. Because of too much force, he even pulled the small hidden buttons of the window against the fixed curtain. In an instant, the room was bright. Because I was used to the darkness, the sudden light made both Hu Zongren and I feel a little uncomfortable. But at this moment, I saw that Uncle Liang was in great pain, and his eyes were closed tightly, and he struggled to open his neck and the veins stood out. He made a low roar like a wild animal after being injured, but he still clung to me tightly. So I shouted to Hu Zongren again! Hit that door too! Hu Zongren’s door was probably closed for a long time, or it was a little stuck due to thermal expansion and contraction. When Hu Zongren hit the door, the light was a little brighter than before. At this time, Uncle Liang’s terrible roar grew louder and louder. At first, he struggled to twist his neck from side to side in pain. I took this opportunity to try to get rid of my hand that he caught me again, but I tried hard several times and found that he was still clinging to it.
However, the next scene I have been engaged in this industry for so many years has never been expected. Even now, I still feel creepy and scared. It’s not the ferocious and roaring uncle Liang in front of me, but that he moves one after another. We all know that this man has two hands and two feet, and the difference between people and animals is that people know how to walk upright and work with their hands. At the moment, their hands and feet are combined, one is a driver and the other is a technician. We can’t play football with our hands or shoot with our feet. When Uncle Liang seized it, I tried to think in my heart that Uncle Liang could still attack me in three places, one was his head. If he had practiced iron fist like me, I think he would hit me on the head, but I’m not a vegetarian, and I have to take precautions. If he wants to hit me on the head, he should sit up first. I can easily guard against another place that can attack me, but because of my limited physical movement, I can also carry it hard if he wants to kick me, so that I can stand from my point of view. Look, Uncle Liang can kick my ass at most, which happens to be the place where I have the most flesh. When I was a child, I was beaten and kicked. Anyway, the meaning of that pile of meat is just to distinguish between my front and back.
But what I never expected was that when Hu Zongren hit the door, the original cover of Uncle Liang was suddenly pushed up by something, and then a pair of hands stretched out from the edge of the cup to cover Uncle Liang’s eyes directly, as if it were shading. I looked at this pair carefully and suddenly came out, which made me unprepared to wear scarlet plaid pajamas, which had the same neckline pattern as Uncle Liang, so I took a closer look and found that those hands covering Uncle Liang’s eyes were his own hands! Old, dark and wrinkled, because the blood vessels on the back of his thin hand are clearly visible, I can see some dirt left under his fingernails because he hasn’t cleaned it for a long time.
Now that he has covered his glasses with his hands, where did he catch my hands? It suddenly occurred to me that this was originally a winter environment. A cold sweat broke out behind me from the coccyx to the back of the head along the spine. With this cold sweat stimulation, I got goose bumps again. After all, I am also a chicken, which makes me feel justified. I quickly looked down at those hands. When I first looked at them, the light was still dim, so I couldn’t tell from which direction my hands were sticking out. Now I can’t forget it.
This is a pair of hands that have been blue for a long time after death. The wrist joints have swelled up because they are too thin. It seems like a table tennis finger. Some pointed nails are much whiter than the skin. There is a lotus tattoo on the back of one hand along the wrist direction about one third of the forearm.
I just realized that the foil in Uncle Liang’s mouth is actually a lotus flower with the same shape as this lotus flower.
Zhang Youfu asks the mobile phone party to change its mind.
Chapter one hundred and ninety-five [Case 22] An old fist
I didn’t think too much about it. Since I realized that my hands were ghost hands, I’m welcome. If I was alive, I might have problems if I hit them at random. But since they are ghost hands, I don’t need to show any mercy. So I raised my right hand. I used to hold a rope nail in my left hand. I took the rope nail from my left hand and pushed it hard towards the ghost hand that grabbed my left hand in a very awkward posture.
This trick is very good. When I just stabbed the ghost hand, I noticed that Uncle Liang’s body was violently shaken. That was very similar to a patient who needed to be rescued when he was being hit. The ghost hand quickly opened his finger and was ready to retract into the quilt. I pursued it and stabbed it a few times on the way back. Every time I tied it, Uncle Liang’s body would vibrate.
I think I need to say a lot about ghosts, even if they are visible to us living people, because after all, they don’t belong to the same world. When living people come into contact with ghosts, the most common situation is that they penetrate each other. At this moment, ghosts are a shadow or a fantasy for us. They are not really seen by us, but they are just willing to be seen by us. But like me, this situation is a bit special. If we want to establish communication, ghosts and people usually need one. Media, such as psychics, such as prostitutes, such as some psychic props, such as coins or pens and discs, but if there is direct communication between the two media, the situation is usually more serious, which means that at least one of the two sides is hostile to the other or strongly needs the other to do something by himself. Obviously, the ghost master and I don’t have any money at present, and Hu Zongren and I are full of randomness. It is impossible to ask me for anything, and Uncle Liang is an old man who is honest and resentful, but he is haunted by ghosts.
Then there is only one possibility that this ghost hand will attack people who feel threatened. From the earliest time, after Sister Liang bumped into her father’s strange situation in the middle of the night, the ghost hand first appeared, followed by Hu Zongren and me. Everyone who came near this bed and tried to help Uncle Liang was attacked by it to varying degrees. So it is said that its purpose is not to let us help Uncle Liang. From this perspective, our hostility has long been established, but it feels more like when I nail the ghost hand several times in a row. It’s a sharp nail to a watermelon with a thick skin. Generally, it will be more difficult at first contact, and I can feel obvious resistance. Then the picture will become smoother after breaking through this line of defense, but it seems that there is nothing inside. After a few times of stabbing, this ghost hand makes me feel more like a neutral state.
I’ve never looked at ghosts carefully like medical anatomy. Most of my understanding and cognition of ghosts still come from the experience inherited from generations of predecessors. If it weren’t for professionals like us, the number of ghosts in a generation might be just a few times, and sometimes I don’t even know whether I saw a person or a ghost. Although we are always talking about life and death, compared with many people sitting in offices, we are a very high-risk industry. Even if this kind of ghost is known in my knowledge, I still feel full of unknowns and terrible.
Seeing that one ghost hand had shrunk back, while the other one was still clinging to my clothes, when I was about to swing the nail again, it suddenly loosened, and then I reached out and grabbed it. It was as if I had punched myself with a heavy fist and soaked in water, and it was so difficult to even retract my hand. Hu Zongren witnessed what happened in this short time, and he rushed to help, so my left hand broke off my own right hand and tried to raise it hard. When Hu Zongren’s hand reached me and the ghost hand, I let go. I held the rope head nail and the rope head nail fell vertically. Hu Zongren caught it conveniently. I said to Hu Zongren, hurry, this rope is wrapped around its hand!
I don’t know if my standard Chongqing dialect made the ghost understand. As soon as my voice fell, Hu Zongren was winding the rope, it suddenly let go. He grabbed my hand and retracted towards the quilt as before, but Hu Zongren moved faster and quickly entangled the ghost’s wrist. Then Hu Zongren shouted, I caught it. What should I do now? I won’t play with your rope! I said pull it out for me!
The red rope tied at the end of the rope has been treated by binding spirit. Since the Xuanyuan meeting was held for more than 20 cases, I have gradually realized that I used to defend myself and stop ghosts from entering and leaving the red rope. Even the red rope tied with spirit has been broken away by ghosts several times these days. This doubt is a great blow to me. I used to be proud of the red rope. These were arranged to spite our ghosts, but they were so vulnerable. At the same time, it made me understand how arrogant and arrogant I was before. It was because I didn’t encounter real problems.
The spirit-binding red rope has a certain restraint on the ghost’s power. Of course, it depends on the strength of the ghost’s physical ability, but it will definitely weaken some of it. When Hu Zongren tried to pull the red rope to pull the ghost hand out, Uncle Liang suddenly raised his head with his hands and roared again. It was different that this time he finally opened his eyes and I was frightened again when I saw his eyes.
His eyes were full of red bloodshot. I mean, when he opened his eyes wide, I should have seen countless bloodshot in the whites of his eyes. Maybe it wasn’t bloodshot, but his eyes were severely congested before. It was the first time I saw such red eyes. It was still a lovely rabbit. After roaring for a while, Uncle Liang sat up straight and punched Hu Zongren. Neither Hu Zongren nor I expected that Uncle Liang would suddenly sit up. Although I was caught, it was enough to let go later, but Hu Zongren was pulling the red rope because the whale was picking up.
Hu Zongren stared blankly for two seconds and slackened his hand. Instead of pulling the ghost hand out, he let it be dragged into the quilt. Hu Zongren squatted with his nose and his shoulders twitched slightly. I asked him if you were crying. Hu Zongren raised his right hand slowly without talking, and compared his middle finger to me. At the same time, I also saw that his fingers kept shaking. It was very painful to be hit on the nose, and even a strong person would shed tears because of that kind of pain different from trauma. After Uncle Liang finished that punch, the ghost hand retracted, and he continued to fall asleep with his eyes closed.
I’m afraid to take the exam again, because I know that if I go to pick up the quilt at this moment, I will be attacked again. Don’t ask me anything. This is just my experience, so I squatted down and slowly moved in the direction of Hu Zongren. By the way, I pulled Hu Zongren back a few steps, and we both squatted down and were knocked at the door by Hu Zongren so that the sun could shine on our bodies, so that I could feel a little less afraid.
It took a long time for Hu Zongren to recover his strength. He got up and wiped his tears. He said that when we caught this ghost, I would beat the daylights out of it. So many things have happened since we entered this room, and I entered this room to check my agility. Now I have not only lost my compass, but also lost my position at the door. We two lean guys are so embarrassed by this dying old man. I won’t check anything anymore. Everything that happened in front of me has already given me the answer.
I said to Hu Zongren, why don’t we go outside and discuss it again? Hu Zongren didn’t answer. He nodded. I asked him if he could go by himself. So Hu Zongren and I got up and moved sideways slowly facing the bed. It was impossible for Uncle Liang to run away at any time. It was hard to get to the door. I asked Hu Zongren to go out first. After Hu Zongren went out, I looked at the bed. Uncle Liang’s posture and when we fled, he didn’t change the curtains and hit the bedside lamp, but he didn’t appear that dazzling like just now.
Our door was unlocked because I knew I would have to come back later, then I picked up the compass and went out with Hu Zongren.
Sister Liang has been waiting for me at the door. She heard the noise in the room just now. Who knows if she seems to be finished? Hu Zongren just walked out of the door. Sister Liang saw that Hu Zongren’s eyes were red and swollen with tears and asked in horror, what happened? What’s the matter? Is my dad dead?
Hu Zongren gave her a white look and said that your father couldn’t die. Your father was killing me.
Chapter one hundred and ninety-six [Case 22] Mysterious Sect
I heard that my father was still alive, and Sister Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief, so she asked Hu Zongren that the man was all right. Why are you crying? Hu Zongren said impatiently, Who knew that your dad was so old that he was still so painful when he hit someone? Can I stop crying when he punched me in the nose? I couldn’t help laughing, so I interrupted and said to Sister Liang that your father was fine. We just had a little situation during the inspection, which may be more serious than we thought. For everyone’s sake, I suggest that none of us go back to the house until this matter is solved. Sister Liang asked me what to do if my father wants to eat? I took a look at Hu Zongren and said it’s okay. Let’s feed.
I’m just talking. After seeing Uncle Liang’s terrible appearance just now, I can’t believe that I will reach out when I feed him. Then I pulled Hu Zongren aside to discuss it with him.
Because it happened so fast after I went to the back room, Hu Zongren and I escaped hastily without any communication. I think my observation ability is a little more detailed than Hu Zongren’s. In such a short time, I found many new doubts, and these doubts will scare me. I can only make some decisions after Hu Zongren and I reach an agreement with each other.
The biggest doubt is that the ghost hand in Uncle Liang’s mouth was tattooed after the foil. It was known from Sister Liang’s mouth that it was a lotus tattoo, but after seeing it with her own eyes, she found that it was not carefully described. Although it was indeed a lotus flower, it was not very concrete but relatively abstract. Some tattooed lotus flowers were more like a religious symbol, just like the lotus flower of Guanyin sitting on a lotus in daily painting.
If it is a religious pattern, then the lotus flower should be tattooed with Guanyin Bodhisattva, but many people think that it is a disrespect to God. Because it is difficult for ordinary people to have worldly desires, but the gods pay attention to one desire, then, for example, when couples are intimate, God will form a blasphemy in the process of tattooing. I am glad that my own tattoo is an immobile king charm. Although it is tattooed on my chest, it is my own destiny. I was not a Buddhist. At the beginning, this tattoo was directed by Master Yin of Chengdu to protect myself from hiding. I don’t pay much attention to it, but these days, this tattoo brings me mostly positive things, so I don’t care much about it, but the ghost hand is different. In a religion, there will be more or less some inhibition against ghosts. The lotus flower of the ghost hand is supposed to deter and suppress ghosts, but now it appears with me, which makes me completely unexpected.
In addition, I have been very sure that the metal flake in Uncle Liang’s mouth is actually the lotus flower of the ghost hand, which also proves that it was not accidental, but that someone deliberately put this metal lotus flower in Uncle Liang’s mouth, no matter what the motive was. It was only behind that someone informed Hu Zongren and me to handle the case without going through the victim’s situation. Think about it. This seems to be aimed at both of us. When I fought with the ghost hand, I had to stab the rope head nail many times. Every time I pierced it, Uncle Liang’s body would vibrate with me. It seems that the ghost hand and uncle Liang’s body have established an interconnection, so I have a bold guess. Will someone regard uncle Liang’s whole body as one hand and the lotus in his mouth corresponds to the ghost hand lotus?
Another thing I don’t like is that after we followed Sister Liang into the room for the first time, we found that the whole room was packed and it was still dark in broad daylight. I regret that none of us thought of closing the curtains and doors at that time, but when Hu Zongren pulled the curtains and knocked on the door, Uncle Liang’s painful expression gave us a message that he was afraid of light. If Uncle Liang and the ghost hand echoed each other as I guessed, then the ghost behind the two ghost hands in this bed should be afraid of light. If we really want to clean it up, we might have to start from "light"
After I analyzed these situations and the doubts I noticed to Hu Zongren, the pig thought I was right, but it was still difficult for us to solve this problem if we were both stupid at the entrance of one high school and one short school. So Hu Zongren said to me, do you remember what he told us at Stuart’s house that night? I said I remember. He said that if we need anything, we can ask him. Although he is old, he will try his best to give us advice. Hu Zongren is a little embarrassed to say, you know, I really don’t like to bother others, but this time we may be a little uneducated. Let’s ask Stuart. I nodded and asked Hu Zongren, are you calling or should I? Hu Zongren said that you should call. I didn’t think so carefully as you, and you can express it more clearly than me.
So I said to one side, Sister Liang, why don’t you go for dinner first? We’ll stay here and ask some things that we can’t handle. This is jargon. You’d better avoid it as an ordinary person. Although you don’t want Sister Liang, you promised her that she would go to the other side to eat something first. She’ll be back later. After Sister Liang disappeared around the corner, I touched out the words and called Master Stuart.