Please calm down your anger

Chapter 424 Everything was busy a year ago, and the ancient city was blurred with snow

Overcast?
Wang Xuan showed surprise, and frowned slightly, "Why would someone steal this method?"

The art of crossing the shadows is the method for the soul to enter the nether world.

This method is extremely dangerous, even with all the preparations, nine out of ten will not be able to return, and the remaining one is probably insane.

This method is popular among the people, but most of them are charlatans. Even the people of Yinmen witchcraft are playing some dark winds to comfort the living in the name of the dead.

Of course, there are also success stories.

The wizard of the ancient Liao country used the technique of overcasting the yin to bring the lord back to the yang, but he was bewitched by some kind of existence and practiced different techniques, just like a demon.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan became vigilant, "Could it be that some kind of monster wants to use this technique to cause trouble?"

"I thought so too at first."

Guo Luquan shook his head slightly, "The identity of the person who stole the secret technique has been exposed. This elder of Yinmen, the capital of God, spent half his life wandering and suffering. There is only one grandson who depends on him and treats him like a treasure."

"Last month, his mischievous grandson released his family to suppress the ghosts, but he suffered a terrible misfortune..."

As he spoke, he sighed: "What an idiot, the seven souls are gone, even if you escape from death and get back the three souls, you will soon turn into a ghost, why bother?"

Wang Xuan was silent for a while, then shook his head slightly, "Who can really take things seriously when it comes to life and death? If Wang encounters this, he might be sent to the Netherworld to bring him back."

Guo Luquan pursed his lips, eyes full of gratitude, "Boy, you are really loyal!"

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Guo is thinking too much, I see you are alive and kicking, and your luck is still very long."

"Hahaha…"

Guo Luquan was overjoyed, "It's rare to hear compliments from you, I should understand it, do it!"

The two laughed and toasted each other.

Talking about strange things in the world, talking about the past and sunset, talking and laughing, drinking non-stop, and regardless of the cold snow outside the window, the night is getting darker.

……

The Emperor's Ceremony was finally scheduled for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The first day of the first lunar month is the first day of the first year, which symbolizes the beginning of all things, the orthodoxness of the Great Yan, and the renewal of the weather.

Wang Xuan and Guo Luquan drank freely all night, and left early the next morning, rode their horses in the snow, and went straight to the old house of the Mo family.

As for the theft of the Yin technique, it has long been forgotten. After all, he is not a policeman, so he can't care about such nosy affairs.

Although you don't care about all kinds of entertainment, there are some things you can't escape.

29. The Taiyi Sect held a great sacrifice to reward the earth gods from all directions, and all states would send people to greet them to show their respect.

After all, every city god land was a warrior of the country and a local righteous man during his lifetime. After his death, he would rather lose his soul and guard the territory of the human race year after year.

This is the righteousness of the human race, admired by all people.

In previous years, the governors of each state came to welcome and see them off in person, but this year coincided with the gathering of heroes from the army of each state, Emperor Yan ordered everyone to go together.

On New Year's Eve, Nuo Opera was held in the Promise Hall of the Imperial Palace.

This is the tradition of the human race since ancient times, symbolizing the barbaric period, exorcising beasts, suppressing evil spirits, and praying for a safe and peaceful year ahead.

In previous years, this matter was handled by the elders of the witch religion and the priests of the royal family, but this year it was handed over to the Earth Emperor Sect.

All the famous military attaches, town hall generals, and marshals of the central army all wear military armor, hold golden gun flags, and guard the bonfire to strengthen their momentum.

This is also said to be an ancient ritual of the military family, which symbolizes protecting the incense of the human race in chaos until the age changes.

Being able to participate in this event is considered an honor for a military strategist. Although Wang Xuan prefers to drink and have fun with his subordinates all night long, at this time, he should not be too deviant.

And after the Great Court Meeting the next day, the Dihuangjiao Sacrificial Ceremony will be held.

It can be said that the next few days are celebrations.

Wang Xuan pondered in his mind, he came to Nancheng without knowing it, and before he reached the gate of Mingshanfang, he saw a commotion in the street.

Dozens of police officers from the Ministry of Criminal Justice were running in the street, and a few people thought the crowd was too crowded, so they jumped into the air and criss-crossed the walls of the workshop.

On the towering watchtower in Fang City, there are also golden armored soldiers looking around, and black armored soldiers holding bows and crossbows, with sharp eyes, scanning the surroundings.

Those black-armored sergeants were sturdy, with tiger claws on their waists, longbows in their hands that were almost as tall as a person, and bronze arrows exuding fierce energy.

Huben Army?
Wang Xuan was a little surprised, why use this army?
The Huben army is full of warriors, and the elite and heroes of the rivers and lakes are selected, and they will not be dispatched easily on weekdays.

At this moment, a man with a sickly face strode past. When he saw him, he bowed his hands respectfully, "I've seen Mr. Wang."

Wang Xuan nodded slightly, "Qin Butou, what happened?"

The person who came was Qin Tutou, who was involved in the assassin case of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and had entered the ghost town of Wei with him.

Qin Butou hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "It's the case of the Dihuang Sect. We are arresting a traitor."

"Oh."

Wang Xuan suddenly realized, and after admonishing to be careful, he rode his horse into the gate.

This Qin Tutou can be regarded as a man in the underworld, so this case will naturally take care of him and has nothing to do with him.

……

Looking at Wang Xuan's leaving figure, Qin Tutou took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then strode forward and came to the side alley.

Inside, several policemen were pressing down on one person.

The man was short and stocky, with beards all over his face, bare chested and exposed breasts in the cold weather, tattoos all over his body, fierce eyes, he was definitely not a kind person at first sight.

Covering his handkerchief, Qin Butou coughed a few times, raised his eyes and said indifferently: "Last night, there was a curfew in God's capital. It was a very cold day, and several stalls were closed to accept business. Only you guys sent one person away in a secret way."

"Say, where did the person go?"

The man grinned grinningly and said: "Qin Catcher, you also know the rules of the world, if you brothers are not strict, how will you eat this bowl of rice in the future?"

"Rules...the rules also have a size."

Qin Butou glanced lightly, waved his hand, turned and left the alley, took out a pill from his bosom, after swallowing, his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out, and he became ruddy again.

Behind him, there was a muffled hum.

After about half a stick of incense, a policeman strode out quickly, clapping his hands full of blood, and said, "Qintou, I'm recruiting!"

Qin Butou, with calm eyes, entered the alley.

The man was covered in blood and was inhuman shape, with bronze needles stuck in his forehead, which were still humming and vibrating.

The man's eyes were blurred, his mouth opened and closed, and he said weakly, "The ancient city of Dachu..."

"go!"

Qin Catcher's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately led his people away. It didn't take long before a hundred riders left the city, riding their horses into the snow...

……

It was snowing all over the sky, and the wilderness was silent.

There are many ruins and broken walls, and the one-foot-high bluestones are scattered everywhere, and they are buried by the snow together with the stone statues that have fallen on the ground.

clack clack...

A white-bearded old man in a black robe stumbled and walked in the snow. There was a huge wound in his abdomen, and a faint black air hovered. Every step he took was dripping with blood, and his back was like falling plums and snow.

The old man looked around in a daze, and suddenly roared angrily, "Come out, come out!"

Call ~
The wind blows up on the flat ground, and the snow whizzes.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed, the horse's hooves rumbled, the armor surged, and there were vague shadows. Pairs of blood-red eyes stared at him coldly and fiercely.

The old man was not afraid, and said fiercely: "I brought the things, hurry up, I want to see Bao'er... cough cough!"

His voice was vicissitudes, and his expression was almost crazy.

"Ugh…"

A woman sighed in the mist.

Immediately, the surrounding area was full of light and shadow, and suddenly became brighter, and a small courtyard of a folk house appeared, with verdant jujube trees, and a child with a thick head and a thick head lay on the tree and kept waving.

"Come on, Grandpa, come on, Grandpa!"

"Bao'er, slow down, be careful..."

The old man's eyes were blurred, and he ran forward a few steps, catching the jumping child, and then his laughter and laughter gradually disappeared into the mist.

Behind him, a dead body is getting colder in the snow...

(End of this chapter)