"How long will it take?"

"My lord, our people have already dispersed, but at least it will be nightfall."

"There are too many hotels in Hongze Town, many houses provide accommodation, and there are thousands of families in this time and a half, and things are very complicated."

The senior officials of the Central Bureau of Investigation sat in the township hall and listened to the replies of their subordinates.

"This kind of bizarre thing, at first glance, is weird behind it, and it makes everyone be smart."

"Naturally, someone will go up to the top!"

The shy investigator with a big belly, two small eyes and one cat, said:

"What about the military commanders? Why hasn't it arrived yet? ”

"This ·····"

The subordinate replied with some embarrassment:

"I heard that the Hu family is going to tour the south recently, and at this time, I think Dai Zongzuo has ··········."

Dai Zongza, the commander of the military command, has always loved beauty, and often took advantage of his position to manipulate female spies in the army, and even invited his subordinates' wives to stay at his home, so that the subordinates imprisoned their wives until they starved to death········ Despite this, he still refuses to restrain himself, but whenever he encounters beauty, he must definitely try his best to get it, no matter what the background.

Nahu is also a peerless beauty, herself a famous lady, who has studied music since childhood, and is now a recognized music master.

Now that the general seat of Dai has not arrived, it must be the person who called the military commander again and went to hunt for beauty.

"Bastard! Daley: Is this trying to die? ”

The inquisitor was furious:

"Public and private use! Unbridled! ”

"Is there any discipline in your eyes? Yes? He's still a soldier! ”

"The appointment is not coming, is this playing me as a monkey?"

"Wait until I turn around and give him a copy!"

···········

"The soul returns, and the whole soul is safe······ God has a decree to bring you back to life. ”

In the twilight, beside the long street, hundreds of corpses were covered with black cloth, neatly placed on the ground.

A strange man dressed in black, wearing a black robe, wearing a black crown, and a face like white powder, holding his hands weakly, slowly stepped on the spot, and walked in style.

Behind him, two rows of black-clothed people, either holding a guqin, or holding a jade flute, or carrying a clean bottle, or rattling a bell, slowly played a simple and mysterious music.

The sound of bells, flutes, and harps, intertwined with each other, echoed in the empty streets, and came far, far away.

The whirring wind became more and more noisy, rolling up the paper money floating on the ground.

In the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun, like blood, reflected the whole world red.

In the sky, suddenly the stars were in full bloom, and countless stars appeared at this moment, suppressing the afterglow of the setting sun.

Here, it was suddenly soaked in a sea of stars.

Bathed in this brilliant starlight, the hundreds of corpses on the ground suddenly trembled.

What's more, lift the white cloth that covers the surface, turn over and sit up:

"I, am I dead?"

"Monster, monster!"

"Is this the underworld?"

For those who died in western Zhejiang, the memory still stays at the moment of death.

The man in black with a miserable white face, his cold voice echoed in their ears:

"Tell me, how did you die?"

The already cold winter day suddenly became a little more turbulent.

These people who have just been "resurrected" only then noticed that they seem to have no signs of being alive.

"Heart, I don't have a heartbeat!"

"My breath····· How do I speak when I'm not breathing? ”

"My bowels are leaking out!"

Agent May stamped his foot impatiently.

"Answer me!"

Suddenly, the streets were silent.

All the dead were like butterflies frozen in amber, completely frozen in place.

Looking up, he looked up at the sky.

The starry sky is still brilliant, but the brightness of several large stars, which were originally dazzling and can almost suppress the sunset, is fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Even if you borrow the power of the Emperor Star, you can only go so far······· There are five minutes left at most. ”

The man beckoned to the two rows of subordinates behind him who were dressed similarly to him:

"The old rule, interrogation in groups, be sure to figure out the cause and effect during the return of yang!"

"Remember, send them all back before the stars fade."

"If you exceed the time limit, you will become a ghost."

Two rows of men in black are all in action.

Each of them found three or four deceased people, used their own means, and began to question.

After three minutes, everyone turned in their answers.

The man codenamed Mei, with a miserable white face, showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if crying but not crying:

"Huh····· Interestingly, before I even saw the face, there was a fog, and then the vault was stolen. ”

"It didn't take long for it to stop, and suddenly something strange sealed the doors and windows of the entire casino, and everyone couldn't get out."

"Then we see and hear some strange things, and eventually everyone breaks down more and more, and the bottom line gets lower and lower, until they both lose their minds······· This strange phenomenon is very common, it looks like the handiwork of a warlock. ”

He licked his bloodless lips and came with interest:

"I smell something······ Ah, that's obviously the familiar taste of those cuties! ”

"What kind of warlock would be so destitute as to rob a million?"

"It seems that there are more than a few escapes in that research institute."

"If it weren't for the lack of time, I would have liked to play hide and seek with you, but for now, I'd better go and find the real murderer."

After thinking about it, he took out a pocket watch with a long gold chain from his bosom.

The hands on the dial do not move at all, as if they were not wound.

The man pressed and twisted on the edge of the pocket watch.

Immediately, the tick-tock sound sounded slowly.

The voice was far less loud than the wind, but it sounded like it sounded in the hearts of everyone.

Tick, tick, the second hand slowly climbed up, finally pointed in a direction, and kept hovering in that range.

"In this direction."

The man strode forward, and the black-clothed people behind him followed, leaving only the dead bodies lying back on the ground in different positions.

Far away, the patrols patrolling the streets with guns finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief and trotted over to clean up the scene.

……

On the other hand, the small room on the second floor of the small hotel facing the street.

Wang Qinian, who was fully armed, was leaning on the sofa, lying in his clothes, with a thick plush blanket on his body.

He was squinting at the moment, semi-conscious, and could react immediately at the slightest movement.

This is a good habit he developed during the two years of training in the army, and he can do a certain amount of light sleep while being vigilant.

Lin Zhengyang sat cross-legged against the wall on the bed, also wearing civilian clothes, waiting quietly.

In the room, only Wang Qinian breathed evenly and deeply.

Lin Zhengyang's hands formed a concentric seal, closed his eyes and hung the curtain, and he had already turned to internal breathing.

The faint white clouds around the body are shrouded, and there are faint golden points of light in them, which are constantly suspended, slowly rising and falling along the clouds.

Three feet above his head, the rich white qi formed a white lotus, on which there was a trace of starlight, constantly flowing, with the internal breath circulation, gradually refining "our" and merging into the white lotus.

The white lotus is in the form of nine grades, sometimes open, sometimes closed, slowly relaxing, as if breathing.

At every moment, there were starlight, golden points of light, and some aqua blue light particles, gushing out of themselves, and then being sucked in by the white lotus, merging into the clouds.

Whether it is ordinary starlight, or stubborn golden points of light, or elusive aqua blue light particles, they are gradually enveloped by a large amount of clouds, and they have no choice but to follow the breath of the white lotus, from the heavenly spirit into the twelve canons around the body, one by one.

After turning around the main qi veins around the body, it finally exhaled from the mouth and nose, and slowly rose again, submerging into the white lotus.

And so, for a cycle.

This is the process of refining.

The white clouds are mostly the spiritual power that mortal warlocks can cultivate.

This part of spiritual power is inferior in nature, but it is better than in quantity.

Starlight is the high-purity aura drawn from the spirit world after Singqiao communicates with the spirit world.

Warlocks become more connected to the spirit world after condensing the starbridge, and the starbridge itself can get feedback from the astral plane. You can absorb a certain amount of aura every day.

If you consciously summon the spiritual machine when performing the exercises, the speed can be several times faster.

Because most of the spiritual energy in the current world has gradually faded with the distance of the spiritual world, and the spiritual energy scattered in the void is extremely rare, so, gradually, this method has become the main way to improve after the Star Bridge Realm.

The golden points of light are some indigestible parts of the divine power that they inherit, which contain the essence of power that is higher than that of mortals, and carry a considerable part of the trivial knowledge inheritance.

The aqua blue light particles are some of the power that has been deeply excavated after the recent contact with the bronze key, and after the bloodline has been activated, the number is the least, with the breath of a dream.

Lin Zhengyang's method of refining them was quite primitive.

It is to use this several times of his own spiritual power to try to drive them to operate in the void air veins, and try to manipulate them.

This stage relies on water milling.

In the process of this cycle, some factors that are easy to absorb will be gradually assimilated and absorbed.

This is a common method of refining foreign qi and an essence that is higher than one's own spiritual power.

When you can manipulate them like your own spiritual power, it's over.

If you go deeper, you have to involve the secrets of subtlety, which are all secrets that are not passed down by each family, and Lin Zhengyang has another set of precision processing methods, which can grind and absorb all these powers, and transform them into their own strength.

This process is also called "purification".

In the past four years, in fact, Lin Zhengyang has been unconsciously carrying out this process, taking the power inherited in the bloodline as his own little by little.

This is also the method of Gu Immortals.

Gu Immortals are all descendants, but because of the thin blood of gods, they are not enough to become gods, so they find another way, take the method of refining qi, and transform the spiritual energy of the outside world to make up for their own shortcomings.

This first step is to completely refine the power in one's own bloodline and merge it into a pure force.

This is followed by repeated exercises in order to sublimate the essence and reach the realm of the gods.

Lin Zhengyang is now practicing the first step, purifying all the power into a single Qi, condensing it into a single force, forming a part of his own origin, and getting rid of the biggest drawback of the divine descendant being limited by the purity of the bloodline above the bloodline.

After that, it can be transformed little by little to form a divine body or a Dao body.

It's a water mill, and there are even slow processes that can take hundreds of years to do.

Knock knock.

There was another knock on the door.

"Guest, what do you want for dinner?"

Wang Qinian suddenly woke up and slowly stood up from the sofa.

He was sitting on the couch, with his back to the window, facing the door.

The door itself is not big, and the window behind it has been opened, facing a large tree with lush foliage, and there is still a way to escape.

Lin Zhengyang also slowly collected his strength, and the white lotus on the top dissipated into a rich white qi, and disappeared into his body from the place of the heavenly spirit.

The eyes opened, a little fine light, flashed in an instant, and the void room turned white.

At this moment, Lin Zhengyang's gaze had already penetrated the barriers of the door and the wall.

Everything that obstructed his vision had become transparent, with only a few outlines.

Different color blocks are stacked on top of each other, and a symbolic aura is revealed outside the door.

More than one person.

These people are ordinary people, and there is no trace of cultivation.

Lin Zhengyang nodded slowly, signaling safety.

Wang Qinian opened the door.

The calm young waiter, pushing the dining cart, was already standing at the door.

"Two guests, this is your dinner, today is mashed bibimbap, and beef boiled cabbage sum, fish-flavored shredded pork, ah, and finally chicken fillet, for two."

As he spoke, the waiter uncovered the clean white cloth, and then the steaming meal was served on a wooden plate with a large wooden spoon.

Wang Qinian took the fragrant meal and placed it on the small square table in the room.

This is a two-person room, so the facilities are relatively complete.

When he had done all this, the young waiter, politely bowed slightly, and stepped back on his own:

"Well, I wish you a nice trip."

Watching the door slowly close, the young waiter, the corners of his lips curled in a mocking arc, his steps moved, pushing the dining car, and drove slowly.

In the dimly lit aisle, orange electric lamps are in the lampshades, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

"Huh······ But that's ······."

His voice is mellow and has a hint of intoxicating charm.

He pushed the food cart all the way down the aisle and "gurgled" without knocking on any more rooms.

With a thud, a window in the hallway was not closed, and a strong wind blew and lifted the white curtain covering the dining car.

Suddenly, the meal, which originally looked delicious, was already covered with green mold, showing a strange gray and black color, crawling with maggots.

Wherever the waiter passed, the house faded, the nameplate on the house was no longer shiny, and everything became obsolete in an instant.

On the ground, there was a deep ash of ash; Thick cobwebs were everywhere in the corners, ceilings, and window edges.

The whole inn seems to be no longer popular, just like the old mansion that has been abandoned for many years.