Wang Ze struggled his life, and had no time to even enclose his own people and the suspects in the air bubbles, and then was swept away by the current tide.

In the huge waves, a small carp was struggling just like a joke. There was almost no waves. He was dizzy and went with the waves, not knowing where he was going to be rushed. Until the bubble on his body touched something, he flicked him gently, the bubble seemed to be fixed by something, and no longer rolled.

When the rest of the people can open their eyes again after the disaster, they found that the bubbles were "hanged" by the thin layer of ice. The ice blocks framed the "bubbled and scattered" bubbles, and the bubbles were divided into small cells. One arm away from the grid, or a dozen meters apart.

The thick clouds dispersed, the starlight and moonlight fell aimlessly, Xuan Yuan turned back and saw Sheng Lingyuan.

When Lei cut it down, the two of them happened to be together. At this time, they were only a few steps apart, as if they could reach out. Xuan Yuan reached out to him subconsciously, and the bubbles wrapped around him changed with his movements. His shape, softly isolated his fingers from the ice.

Xuan Yuan stunned, staring blankly at his hand.

He didn't find anyone else, because the ice might have been frozen in layers, not too translucent, and could barely see things nearby. The sound of the surrounding water "murmured" back and forth through the ice, but it seemed quieter.

It seems that there are only two of them in the world.

Xuan Ye's brain has been boiling since he entered this area of ​​the sea. At this time, he finally cooled down a bit, and was able to breathe for a moment, combing his chaotic memories and the same chaotic feelings.

The soul becomes a sword, the sword body is broken ... That is not the same as the memory of inheritance.

Inherited memory is closer to "semantic memory", similar to knowledge transfer. But those things that suddenly appeared in his mind clearly belonged to "episodic memory", the pain of soul sealing, the pain of being torn apart ... it still seemed to flow in the cracks of his bones, and it was particularly prominent because of the extreme silence, and he took a breath. The concept of time is blurred.

He thought, "Who the **** am I?"

There are a lot of chickens and dogs in the Abyss altar, and the "heritage" and tatters left by more than thirty generations of fire keepers are all inside, but they are all outside the body. Only two of them mattered most, a natal sword and a flame ring.

The natal sword was inserted into his back from the day he saw the sun, but the flame ring was broken every generation, and each generation must have a new one. Those ghost knights said, "the flame ring" is protecting He sealed some of his memories ... In this way, the ring of flames does not seem to be an inheritance, but a spell, curse and the like.

The ring surface was broken, and its seal broke through the stone, until it was regenerated, and those memory seals were turned again, so that the "new fire keeper" became a fool who had no past, no past, and didn't leave everything in his heart.

Is it true that the fire keepers, who alternated in the depths of Abyss, are "ancestors"?

Or ... only one since ancient times?

Guarding a sword made of bones, caring for a person who will never return, in the quiet Abyss Canyon, accompanied by a pool of ashes.

The idea had just begun, and the boundless desolation and loneliness almost swallowed him down.

At that moment, Xuan Yuan suddenly understood.

He always thought that the fire keepers of all ages had to stand beside each other in order to calm down the turbulent fire in Abuchi. He only thought that he was "unfortunate in his family", and he was born into a perverted family. All the people in this family were like neuropathy. When he encountered something and didn't want to come out to solve the problem, he knew that he was a living sacrifice ... It turned out to be a self-deceiving one. lie.

The truth is just the other way round: because of the chaos or the war, the Abyss turbulence is caused, and the fire keepers are involved every time. When they use their strength, they do not shatter the seal of memory they have added to themselves-that is, the ring, On earth, the heart falls back to purgatory again.

He is the demon sword spirit that rests on the bones of Suzaku, because he is the last descendant of the divine bird Suzaku, and is connected to the flesh of those who died.

He was nirvana again and again. In fact, it was not the "fire guard" that alternated between life and death, but this ring that sealed everything. With all the dust coming in, he thought he was a brand new life. But the ring was so fragile that it would break with a little wind and grass.

Probably because ... people shouldn't deceive themselves like this, after all, the paper can't hold the fire.

Sheng Lingyuan was only a bit overdrawn and lost his consciousness momentarily. At this moment, a wave crashed on the ice. He was awakened and opened his eyes to meet Xuanyuan's eyes.

The gaze seemed to sink deeper than the sea of ​​water, and he came over from the air, leaving him out of breath for a while, which made him feel very familiar.

No, not only this, but his wings that are on fire, his tone when speaking Yayin, his tone when calling his name, slang, and ...

Sheng Lingyuan's head hummed as if he had been pierced by 100,000 steel needles at the same time, and his fingers unconsciously caught the air bubbles surrounding him.

The king team's bubble that could hold the deep sea pressure was smashed by him, and Sheng Lingyuan fell directly into the empty ice grid.

"Lingyuan, what's wrong with you?" The human voice came from the ice, listening to peace was different, "Lingyuan!"

I don't know what the trick is. Every time the man calls him, the words "Lingyuan" will be sawn in his mind, unable to resist. Sheng Lingyuan trembled his hands into his hair and slammed into the thick ice layer beside him. The ice layer crackled and cracked.

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to have no pain, hit the ice layer continuously, and the blood flowed down his forehead.

The waves passed, and the "iceberg" submarine surfaced, splitting from the middle—

Yuyang City is a peaceful and idle place. The branch office of the heretic control bureau is also called "nursing home". Since its establishment, everyone has lived from the field to the logistics. I have never heard of what is called "overtime".

Occasionally, catching a few small groups engaged in feudal superstition activities can be regarded as a major case with capitalization in the year-end summary.

On this day, they were regarded as winning big prizes. From top to bottom, they worked overtime and worked overnight.

When the abnormal energy alarm sounded, the field manager in the Yuyang branch thought that her **** husband smoked in the kitchen again, annoyed the smoke alarm, scolded and ran out with a mask, scared the mask— —Her home is a “front-line sea view room”. The back balcony faces the sea. It was a low tide day, but the sea level rose for no apparent reason. The violent sea breeze pounced in with water vapor, and a layer of water film was put on the glass window. .

The drops of water moved slowly, condensing a human face.

Haunted!

The person in charge of the field was furious and haunted by his old lady's house. She was planning to pull up her sleeves for a while to find out what was sacred, and her face opened her mouth: "Is it ... the Du Department of Yuyang Branch? I am Fengshen Wangze, asking for urgent support."

Du Du: "Ah?"

The face disappeared, and the water droplets quickly condensed into a coordinate, followed by the crooked letters-sos.

The ambulance and rescue boat quickly dispatched, Du Chu digged the mask and ran to the scene in person.

"A few first aid, this is a serious wounded!"

"What's under this ice floe? So many sword wrecks ... Damn, scorpion!"

"Is there an ancient cemetery in the sea?"

"Well, what's going on here? Why is there so much blood ... Sir, let me see, let go!"

Xuan Yuan was awake from dreams, and was dragged away by others, watching the emergency personnel lift Sheng Lingyuan onto a stretcher, followed subconsciously, and then held down: "Are you hurt? Are you sure you are not your own? Blood? The clothes on the back are burnt. We need to check first ... "

The medical emergency personnel are all special field staff inside the Exception Control Bureau, and they are also equipped with abnormal energy monitoring. At this moment, the abnormal energy monitoring on his body suddenly flashes through the transaction.

"Huh? What is it?"

Something invisible floated into Xuan Yuan's temple, he shook and knelt.

"Your Majesty," Xuan Jian, Xuan Yuan saw a few housekeepers holding two clay pots, and respectfully walked into the dorm, "The newly burned 'Shocked'."

This is Du Ling Palace, Xuan Yuan recognized it.

What is frightening?

"Um." One hand opened the bed tent. "Come here."

The inner servants didn't dare to go out. They rushed in, put the pots in front of the Emperor's bed, and then quickly quit. The Emperor Wudi's palace was left unattended. For many years of old rules, the closest servants had to Waiting in the outer hall.

Sheng Lingyuan opened an earthen pot, and I saw some weird leaves inside. The burning text was burned with some secret method, which is a shaman language.

Xuan Yuan remembered, Sheng Lingyuan told him, "Scared" is a curse of the witch tribe, which can arouse the most fearful thing in the heart of a child-Alozin bear was hanged and beaten by his father when he was a child, because he stole Da Sheng's horror was placed under Sheng Lingyuan's pillow.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't put the shock spell under the pillow, he opened the incense burner cover on the bed.

The incense burner is special, not to mention the incense burner, it can't be seen at all-because it is almost as large as a washbasin, it is not exquisite at all, and someone who didn't know was able to hold a large pot on the bedside for his Majesty, and woke up in the middle of the night. I had a pancake or something.

Then Sheng Lingyuan poured a whole can of "Scared" into it.

Xuan Yuan immediately became nervous: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't see him, didn't lift his eyelids, raised his hand and rang, and the flames on the candles on the bed floated down and fell into the incense burner.

"Don't you kill you? Is the evil spell of the witch people playing like this?" Xuan Yuan pounced, but his hand passed through the incense burner and Sheng Lingyuan, the fire was still moving, "Sheng Lingyuan!"

Sheng Lingyuan put the incense burner on the bedside in a frightened manner, and he hurriedly removed his robe to lie down, apparently already used to sleeping like this.

The scary leaves in the incense burner slowly curled up, and the white smoke that trembled frighteningly slowly covered the person on the bed, immersed in his seven tricks.

He looks like a delicate body.

"That one……"

Xuan Yuan woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the hospital bed. He excitedly and looked around blankly, and saw Sheng Lingyuan lying quietly on the opposite hospital bed with a needle in his hand.

Xuan Ling spit out the gas stuck in his chest, pressed his heart beating, and turned to look at the small field worker who woke him up: "What's the matter?"

"Leader, may I ask, are you the director of publicity?" Field service held a cell phone. "Headquarters phone, I'm looking for you. I said you were resting, but ..."

"Xiao Zheng, right?" Xuan Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, "It's okay, give it to me."

"What are you doing with Fengshenyi?" Master Xiao's vital capacity is still amazing. "Don't you tell me that you go home for a rest! Are you going to rest or play for the earth?"

Xuanyuan stood up, slowed down the flow rate a little, pulled Sheng Lingyuan into the corridor, and lowered his voice: "Three words were unclear. The suspect has been temporarily entrusted to the branch office for detention. I will write back to you in writing. Report it. "

Xiao Zheng on the other side of the phone froze, thinking he had something wrong with his ears: "What's this for me? You ... I'm sorry who you are? Please help me find out the head of the aftercare department at headquarters.

"It's me," Xuan Yan said, vaguely, "you need to give me some time to make things round."

Xiao Zheng: "... I'm already bald! What on earth do you want me to do? Within three days, if you and Wang Ze don't roll back and give me an explanation, you don't have to come back!"

"No, that's my salary for the first month ..."

A busy tone came from the phone, and Xiao Zheng dropped the phone in anger.

The small fieldmate next to Xuan Yuanchong shook his mobile phone and asked, "Let me use it and log in to the intranet."

After that, he landed on the intranet and called up the "full responsibility agreement" that had been closed before. He signed it without looking at it, and returned the mobile phone afterwards: "Thank you."

The small field ran away like a wind, and the door of the ward next door squeaked. Wang Ze stepped out in a sick suit, holding two cans of energy drink in his hand, and handed it to Xuan with a tired face. Take a can.

"Is it better?" Xuan Yuan said, "You can rest. I can just stare at the Yan team if there is anything."

Wang Ze probed through the observation window on the door of the ward, glanced into Sheng Lingyuan, and suddenly said, "I said, isn't he a sword spirit?"

Xuan Yuan meal.

"Familiar with the archaic language, familiar with those child corpses, Gaoshan people secretly opened their mouths, everything knows ..." Wang Zeyi set out the index, "what was the trick he used when finally capturing Gaoshan King? I never I've seen it before, and you said, if I had urine at that time, Baozhun would be scared by him. That's not a serious method, right? "

"It's Tatar," Xuan said, "The curse in Tatar is a serious forbidden technique."

"So what is this," Wang Ze said for a moment, asking, "are the two monsters head to head?"

After waiting for Xuan Ye to answer, he waved again: "What you call the" Sword Spirit "doesn't listen to you at all, and I also heard you call him" Lingyuan ". For such a big thing as the Abyss incident, Fengshen is the first During the investigation, I carefully read the relevant materials. It was also recorded that when the great demon head of Abuchi appeared, the temperature of Abuchi plummeted, and I feel similar to the principle of frozen seawater today. "

Xuan Yuan looked at him with a certain back, one hand behind his back, and turned a coin that did not know when it fell into his palm: "So?"

"I ... I don't want to ask anything else now," Wang Ze's voice began to tremble. He cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady. "Since he can survive the backlash of the gloomy offering, then Zhichun ... "

"The gloomy sacrifice is his clone / body," Xuan Yuan said softly, "for ... for some reasons, his true body is my sword, so after the couple died, he returned to himself."

Wang Ze froze for a while, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Xuan Yuan said, "He never intended to respond to the gloomy offering. No matter who he is, you should see that he counts on our side."

"I know," Wang Ze said in an unheard of voice, "If it weren't for you, our Yan team might have been cold. We owe you a favor, rest assured, what you don't want to say, I don't ask, me and my people Will shut up. "

Xuan Yuan flashed a coin in his hand, and retracted his sleeve: "Thank you."

Wang Ze didn't seem to hear it, and walked away in despair: "I'm going ... I'll see the Yan team."

"Wait a minute," Xuanyuan hesitated for a moment, and suddenly stopped him. "About Zhichun, Dao Ling is not completely impossible ..."

Wang Ze turned his head sharply, and almost twisted his neck from his shoulder.

"But don't tell others," Xuan Yuan said, "I'm not sure, the conditions are harsh, don't let them hope more and more disappointment."

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