The water receded, and some furniture and clothing could be seen among the remaining mud and rocks.

Several spotlights illuminated the ruined village of Huangquan as bright as day, and the soldiers and police who rushed to the disaster area immediately stepped on the muddy ground, racing against time to search for survivors.

Fire trucks, ambulances, cranes and trucks loaded with relief supplies drove in, and even news media could be seen working in them.

Whenever a survivor is found in search and rescue efforts, there is a burst of cheers in the darkness of the night.

Such a picture of promoting positive energy has appeared in the TV sets of thousands of households through the media, and has been active in the eyes of countless netizens through the Internet.

The masses are either concerned about the disaster area, or alluding to ridicule, and there may be people eating melons in the front row, but no one will guess with a big brain, this is actually a play!

Yes, in line with the attitude that acting is a full set, Xuanwei and the special department directed such a play!

In order to be able to smoothly find out the mastermind behind the scenes and capture the evil cultivators who have been hidden for nearly a hundred years in one fell swoop, the special department has given the green light from top to bottom and actively cooperated with Xuanwei's setup.

Thanks to this, this scene can mobilize a lot of materials to fill the background, and bring in the military and police media as group performances, and the performance is extremely realistic!

Of course, aside from Xuan Wei, the special department and the tricks of pretending to be survivors, the rest of the group performers didn't know that they were in the play, and they were just carrying out a rescue operation.

Spotlights shining directly into a jeep.

"Ahem, Daoist Xuanwei, we are sitting in the car so openly, will we really not be exposed?" Linghe squinted, turned sideways to block the bright light of the window, and asked with some weakness.

Xuan, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, smiled and replied very calmly: "Don't worry, Poor Dao has already set up a breathing array outside, unless that evil cultivator is close to within ten meters, it will be difficult to detect that there is someone inside." ”

Linghe was somewhat relieved to see that Xuanwei was so calm, and at this juncture, he could only believe that the breathing array in Xuanwei's mouth was indeed as magical as it was described.

In order to gather enough materials for the arrangement of the formation, the special department specially airlifted a batch of rare goods from the headquarters, which was enough to meet the list written by Xuan Wei. If this set up is not successful in one fell swoop, this batch of wasted materials alone will be enough to make the special department suffer for several days.

It's not that Xuanwei picks the door, and he is reluctant to exchange materials from the system, but the amount of incense money on hand is limited!

You must know that the layout prepared by Xuanwei this time is not just as simple as a gathering array, the bulk of the money burning is still behind, Xuanwei is really helpless, so he tries his best to save expenses.

Looking back now, the system is worthy of being a profiteer, counting on taking advantage of it, it is better to wash and sleep early!

"Master Puji, how are you recovering?" asked Xuanwei to Puji.

Sitting cross-legged, Puji is hurrying to recover his condition, and he has really overdrawn too much physical strength and energy to help the brickyard stop the mudslide.

"Thanks to the Xuan Micro Master's elixir, the poor monk should be able to recover seventy or eighty percent by tonight!" Pu Ji replied.

The pill is naturally a high-end product produced by the system, and the price is five hundred incense money, which is more expensive, but the effect is also outstanding.

No, Puji, who was pale yesterday and almost couldn't stand, has recovered most of his life at this moment.

"Seventy or eighty, well, almost!" Xuan Wei said.

In Xuanwei's setup, Puji is an indispensable combat force, and his state is naturally crucial.

Catch a turtle in an urn, even if the urn is firm, without the hand that catches the turtle, it is still a useless ride.

In the face of a mysterious evil cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years, if there is no frontal confrontation power of Puji, no matter how subtle the situation is set up by Xuanwei, the result will be counter-killed.

Linghe had proposed to apply to the headquarters for expert support, but after thinking about it, Xuan still refused.

First, what Xuan Wei needed was top-notch combat power, and he didn't think that the Special Department would be able to send a more capable big hand than Puji. As for the abundance of trash fish, it only increases the risk of exposure, and the actual help is almost zero.

What's more, Xuan Wei has enough confidence in his preparations, as long as everything follows his script, even if Puji can only exert fifty percent of his strength, it is enough to die as an evil cultivator who was calculated by him!

"Amitabha!" Puji whispered the Buddha's name, then closed his eyes again and silently recited the scriptures.

The carriage fell silent, and everyone adjusted their physical state by themselves, looking like they were waiting for the battle.

There is only one person who seems a little out of place, and that is the flower snake.

The lazy flower snake leaned on the driver's seat, and her long legs wrapped in black silk were stretched out on the steering wheel, showing her fiery hips and leg curves vividly.

She holds a bottle of nail polish in her hand and slowly applies it to her fingers.

After painting one hand, the flower snake was very satisfied with self-appreciation, then turned his head, blew at Xuanwei behind him and said, "Handsome Taoist, how is it, is it good-looking?"

Xuanwei only felt a warm smell of faint fragrance coming to her face, not the artificial smell of perfume or cosmetics, but a very natural fragrance.

Wrinkling his nose, Xuan Wei vaguely smelled the scent of plants and trees, but he couldn't tell the specific ingredients.

Xuan Wei opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the hand of the flower snake stretched out in front of his eyes and shook gently.

The white and slender ten fingers seem to be green and white jade, forming a strong visual conflict with the violet nails, but when the abruptness passes, you will find that the two are blended together with an indescribable charm.

"Is my sister beautiful?" the flower snake looked at Xuan Wei affectionately, and her eyes were as charming as spring hookahs.

Xuan Wei was about to nod subconsciously, but suddenly, a trace of light appeared in his slightly trance-like eyes, and his mind instantly became clear and clear.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! The layman is certainly as beautiful as a delicate flower, but beauty is beautiful, and poison can be deadly!" Xuan Wei gently flicked the hand of the flower snake and said slowly.

Just now, Xuan Wei suddenly realized what the familiar scent of plants and trees was that he had.

Purple crown flower, houndstooth orchid, fairy grass, each of which is extremely poisonous purple flowers and plants!

It was precisely because these flowers and herbs were so poisonous that they were rarely used in medicine and alchemy, so Xuan Wei didn't react immediately, and he didn't wake up until he saw the color of the flower snake's nail polish.

Nail polish?

Hehe, that's clearly a well-blended venom!

Imagine if those long fingers gently brushed your skin and then silently cut through it......

"I underestimate you! It's interesting, my sister likes you more and more!" The charm in the eyes of the flower snake disappeared instantly, and the slightly erected pupils were like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.