In late autumn, the cold wind is blowing.

At the end of November, there was some depression.

In the streets of the old city, pedestrians have already put on thickened autumn clothes, and the damp and cold city of Linjiang has begun the magic attack of the new year again.

The damp and cold streets correspond to the warm restaurants.

Zhou Yu Fresh Restaurant, the glass mist is steaming, there are three firewood fish boiling in the pot, Qin Kun and Nie Yuxuan clink glasses and drink them all.

"Yes, yes, when I was poor in the past, the most luxurious thing was to come to this shop to eat a meal of firewood fish. It still tastes so good. Qin Kun sucked the head of the fish and chewed the fish eye into his mouth.

"Qin Heigou, isn't your appearance too ugly?"

Nie Huzi held peanuts and looked at Qin Kun with disdain, these days, there are not many customers who can make a sizzling sound when eating a fish in the store.

"Can you manage it, the fish heads are all greatly replenished, and the fish lips are delicious, don't you see how wasteful you eat? There are more than 100 of these fish! ”

Nie Yuxuan said in a rough voice: "I invite you to eat fish, and you are so lenient!" What's wrong with me not liking fish heads? ”

Qin Kun said while eating: "Eat and eat, don't raise the bar!" ”

"You were the one who started the trouble!"

"I mean what to eat, fish eyes are bright, fish mouth moisturizes lips, you see your eyes are too much smoke and alcohol, vain like a sick cat. Let you make up more, oh, this fisheye is for you. ”

Nie Yuxuan threw peanuts into his mouth, and it was really as unpalatable as he imagined, he took a glass of wine and said, "You still eat fish brains?" This guy has a memory of seven seconds, and the more he eats, the more stupid he becomes. ”

When Qin Kun heard this, he decided to let go of the fish head that was about to be sucked dry, and said in a low voice: "Maybe the memories of the fish are all selectively forgotten by yourself." Maybe one day they'll all remember. ”

The dialogue in the clouds and fog is basically the norm for the two.

Nie Yuxuan is good at wine, alcohol can paralyze and forget some unpleasant experiences, Qin Kun poked the fish head, he was talking about Nie Yuxuan, why wasn't he talking about himself.

Sometimes, I will think of some strange memories in my mind, sometimes I will be very frightened, and my personality will change greatly, these days, Qin Kun has seen some things when he dreams.

Hell, thick earth, karmic fire, yin wind, tombs, etc., etc., etc., as if the personality is split. The problem was, he still couldn't remember who he was.

And when I woke up from the dream, I forgot everything.

Torture.

The fragrant firewood fish, the people who eat it are very worried, Nie Yuxuan smoked a cigarette and said, "I'm leaving Linjiang City." ”

I had dinner with Nie Huzi today because he was leaving.

"Oh, where are you going?" Qin Kun asked casually with the dishes.

"Kanto. The General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation summoned me back, and I went to Kanto to take up the town. ”

"Can you do it?"

This question is not to look down on Nie Yuxuan's strength, but to worry about friends. He vaguely heard that Nie Yuxuan killed a group of shamans over there about ten years ago, including people from the shaman family, and then was expelled from the team by the organization. As a friend, Qin Kun didn't believe that Nie Huzi would kill innocents indiscriminately, unless those people did something that was intolerable and indignant.

Nie Yuxuan shrugged: "It should be possible." ”

"When Wan Wanlang was in the Demon Capital, you and Li Chongdu went to help, and now you are not very good, I happen to be free during this time, so it is better to ......"

Nie Yuxuan interrupted Qin Kun's words: "No, you don't understand the situation there." Those shamans are mixed with ordinary yang people, and some yang people will be hired by shamans, do things for them, be their bodyguards, and everyone has this in their hands. ”

Nie Yuxuan compared the pistol, and at this time, Qin Kun found that Nie Yuxuan's eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness.

"In some places, the power of the ghost hunter is not strong, and those dirty things are not very powerful, but mixed with the power of ordinary Yang people, it is enough to affect the local situation, Qin Kun, do you know what the master said about you?"

Uncle Ge?

"What did he say about me?"

"The concept of right and wrong is too strong, and he is subject to appearance, like Yang Shen's predecessors, either he can't make a big deal, or he can only be a tragic hero."

Qin Kun felt that this evaluation was not pertinent at all.

It was also the first time that Qin Kun had heard someone say this about himself.

seems to be both positive and negative, and he is still a predecessor of life and death.

However, Qin Kun understood what Nie Yuxuan meant, and Nie Huzi was saying that he couldn't handle the complicated situation.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Kun didn't quibble.

After the meal, Nie Huzi left with a backpack on his back. Tonight's train, this way, I don't know when I will be back.

On the side of the street, Qin Kun frowned, watching the taxi go away, no one knew what he was thinking.

……

On the street corner of the Zhou Yu Fresh Food Museum, two old men stood there.

An old man is tall and burly, not angry and arrogant.

The other is older, like a Taoist priest with immortal wind bones.

"Senior Brother Jing, do you really let this kid Yuxuan go back to Kanto again? I've divined three times, and his fate may not be too good. The old Taoist priest was worried and spoke.

"Chu Laoxian, we have a lot of disciples in the Dou Sect, can you manage it!! The burly old man glared at the Taoist priest, saw Nie Yuxuan get into the taxi, and turned to leave.

The old man's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of tears, when Nie Yuxuan was crazy in Kanto, he killed dozens of lives, that was because of the evil magic that hurt his brain, the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation was going to execute him secretly, but his uncle Ge Zhan worked hard to save him, and since then he has been ordered to sit in the White Dragon Temple for ten years for free.

This is his eldest disciple, the senior brother of the younger generation of Douzong, compared to Li Chong, Nie Yu Xuancai is more like Jing Sansheng's son.

Picking up the phone, Jing Sansheng hesitated, but still dialed a number.

"Hey, Feng Qiang."

Yanjing, the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, in the underground office, there was a middle-aged man in uniform sitting behind the desk, black standard clothing, different from the dress of any establishment unit, the man's eyes were hidden in the dark, and a pair of iron boots were on the table, and he was not surprised at all when he received this call.

"Jing Sansheng, I haven't heard your voice for a long time. I don't know what to do today. The middle-aged man's voice was very relaxed, as if he was chatting, but his tone was not close.

"If there are any other tasks over there, I can help."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man in uniform played with the fist gloves on the table, and said unexpectedly: "This Dou Zong Shouza, who didn't even listen to his uncle's words at the beginning, this Jianghu Taoist priest who was going to leave the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation at the beginning, actually wants to do something for our General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation?" Ha? Say, what conditions do you have? ”

"You know that! I want my apprentice to be safe! ”

"That's impossible, everyone has a mission, and anyone who can be called a mission will face unknown dangers."

"Feng Qiang, we are Taoist priests, and Nie Yuxuan is here to calm your troubles! They have guns! ”

"He is also the head of our Spiritual Investigation Bureau, what qualifications do you have for me to give him privileges?!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Jing Sansheng, ten years ago, don't you know how many people your eldest disciple killed?" For the sake of Ge Zhan's face, I helped you suppress it. Six years ago, don't you know how many people your son killed in Nanling? For the sake of Ge Zhan's face, I also helped you suppress it. You want to keep Team Leader Nie on a foothold in Kanto now, right? But Ge Zhan's face has run out, why are you asking me for conditions? ”

Jing Sansheng held the hand of the phone, and his knuckles turned white: "Who they killed, don't you know?" ”

"Because I know they're not dead now! Do you understand? Feng Qiang shouted loudly, "Do you think I have the final say in the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation?" My old man and Yang Shen are of the same generation, he is the founding father of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, and he is a self-proclaimed national soldier, and he doesn't even care about your uncle, what can I do?! ”

Jing Sansheng was speechless: "But...... Yu Xuan is sitting in the bright place, there will definitely be danger, that is the live target you sent!! ”

"Humph! He wants to live his own demons, and he voluntarily takes the bait. Can I handle it? Feng Qiang said coldly: "The European Ghost Council has sent news that there is a big chaos over there, with more than 600 dead and wounded. I don't want anything now, I just want Huaxia to be safe and secure until I retire. Jing Sansheng, give you a way, I did it, I will use my connections, transfer the armed forces, and help your apprentice. ”

"You say."

"The Kwantung generation is close to the Russian border, and several Yamato Onmyoji and some underground-active arms dealers have an affair, and currently owe 11 debts for human life. My request, along the vine touch the melon to kill them all. And their families, tell them that this is the revenge of the General Directorate of Spiritual Investigation! ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Jing Sansheng stood in silence.

The expression was bitter, and there was a touch of ruthlessness under his eyes that was more shocking than Nie Huzi.