Vaginal surgery?

Wang Xuan's face was surprised, and his brows frowned slightly, "Why would someone steal this method?" ”

The technique of passing through the yin is the method of entering the netherworld.

This method is extremely dangerous, even if there are all preparations, nine out of ten will not come back, and the remaining one is mostly insane.

This method is prevalent among the people, but most of them are charlatans, even the people of the Yin Sect and the Witch Sect are also making some yin wind, and comforting the living in the name of the dead.

Of course, there are success stories.

The sorcerer of the ancient kingdom once used the technique of yin to make the lord of the country return to yang, but he was bewitched by some kind of existence and practiced strange arts, like a demon.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan raised his vigilance, "Could it be that what kind of demon wants to use this technique to make trouble?" ”

"That's what I thought before."

Guo Luquan shook his head slightly, "The identity of the person who stole the secret art has been revealed, this elder of the Yin Gate of the Divine Capital, who has been in trouble for half his life, only has one grandson who depends on him for his life, and regards it as a treasure." ”

"Last month, his grandson was naughty and released his house to suppress the ghosts, and the result was tragic..."

said, sighed: "What a fool, the seven spirits have been dispersed, even if you get back the three souls in nine deaths, you will soon turn into a powerful ghost, why bother." ”

Wang Xuan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly, "Who can really see the matter of life and death?" If Wang encounters this incident, he is afraid that he will get people back even if he enters the netherworld. ”

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

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Guo Lao thinks too much, I watch you jumping around, and your luck is still very long." ”

"Hahaha..."

Guo Luquan was happy, "It's rare to hear compliments from your mouth, when you float a big white, do it!" ”

The two laughed and toasted each other.

Talking about the strange things in the rivers and lakes, talking about the depression of the past, talking and laughing, the cup does not stop, and the cold and snow outside the window are flying, and the night is getting deeper.

……

The Great Ceremony of the Earth Emperor Sect was finally set on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The first lunar day, the first year of the festival, headed by this, symbolizes the beginning of all things, the orthodoxy of Dayan, and the renewal of the weather.

Wang Xuan and Guo Luquan drank 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, he has long been left behind, after all, he is not a fast catcher, so how can he care about so much idle things.

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

On the twenty-ninth day, the Taiyi Sect held a great sacrifice to reward the four directions, and all states had to send people to greet each other as a sign of respect.

After all, every Chenghuang land is a warrior of the country and a local righteous soldier during his lifetime, and after death, he would rather lose his soul and protect the territory of the human race year after year.

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

In previous years, the assassins of various states came to greet and send them off in person, and this year coincided with the gathering of heroes and heroes in the state capitals, and Emperor Yan ordered everyone to go together.

In the Chinese New Year's Eve, the Wuji Hall of the Imperial Palace held a drama.

This is a tradition of the human race since ancient times, symbolizing the barbaric period, driving away fierce beasts, suppressing evil spirits, and praying for peace and security in the coming year.

In previous years, this matter was handled by the elders of the Wujiao Sect and the royal family, but this year it was handed over to the Dihuang Sect.

The famous military attachés, town hall generals, and marshals of the Central Army must wear military armor and hold golden spear military flags to guard the bonfire and strengthen their momentum.

This is also a saying, it is an ancient ritual of the soldiers, symbolizing the guardian of the human incense in the chaos until the change of age.

Being able to participate in this matter can be regarded as the glory of the soldiers, although Wang Xuan prefers to drink and have fun with his subordinates and stay up all night, but at this time, he can't be too deviant.

And the next day, after the Great Pilgrimage, there will be a ceremony to worship the Emperor Sect.

It can be said that the next few days were all celebrations.

Wang Xuan pondered in his heart, and unconsciously came to Nancheng, and before he arrived at the gate of Mingshanfang, he saw a big chaos on the street.

Dozens of arresters from the Criminal Department rushed to the street, and a few people suspected that the crowd was crowded, and they actually rose into the air and shuttled across the walls.

On top of the towering watchtower in Fang City, there were also gold-armored cavalry soldiers looking around, and black-armored sergeants were holding bows and crossbows, their eyes were sharp, and they looked around.

Those black-armored sergeants were sturdy, with tiger claws tied around their waists, longbows in their hands nearly a man high, and bronze arrows exuding fierce momentum.

Tiger Army?

Wang Xuan was a little surprised, why use this army?

The Tiger Ben army is full of warriors, selecting the elites and heroes of each army, and they will not be easily dispatched on weekdays.

At this moment, a man with a sickly face strode by, and when he saw him, he respectfully bowed his hand, "I've seen Lord Wang." ”

Wang Xuan nodded slightly, "Qin Zhutou, what's wrong?" ”

The person who came was Qin Zhutou, who participated in the assassin case of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and had entered the ghost city of the Great Wei Dynasty with him.

Qin Zhutou hesitated slightly, and then said in a low voice: "It's the case of the Earth Emperor Sect, and we are arresting a traitor." ”

"Oh."

Wang Xuan suddenly realized, and after telling him to be careful, he rode his horse into the door.

This Qin Zhutou can also be regarded as a person in the Yin Gate, so this case will naturally be taken care of, and it has nothing to do with him.

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. ……

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

Inside, several catchers were pressing one person to death.

The man was short and stout, with a beard on his face, his chest and breasts exposed in the cold sky, tattoos all over his body, and his eyes were fierce.

Qin Zhutou covered his handkerchief and coughed a few times, raised his eyes and said indifferently: "The night before yesterday, the gods were curfew, and on a cold day, several stalls did not accept business, only the servants sent one person away with the secret way." ”

"Say, where have the people gone?"

The man smiled and said, "Qin Zhutou, you also know the rules of the rivers and lakes, if the brothers are not strict in their mouths, how will they eat this bowl of rice in the future?" ”

"Rules... There are big and small rules. ”

Qin Zhutou glanced faintly, waved his hand and turned around to leave the alley, took out a pill from his arms, and after swallowing it, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out, and there was a hint of ruddyness.

Behind him, there was a muffled grunt.

After about half a burnt incense, a catcher strode out, covered in blood, and said, "Qin Tou, it's called!" ”

Qin Zhutou's eyes were calm, and he entered the alley.

The man was covered in blood, not human-shaped, with bronze needles stuck in his forehead, still buzzing and shaking.

The man's eyes were blurred, his mouth was closed one by one, and he said weakly and in a low voice: "The ancient city of Great Chu..."

"Let's go!"

Qin Zhutou's eyes were slightly condensed, and he immediately led people away, and it didn't take long for a hundred horsemen to leave the city, and the horses were submerged in the wind and snow...

……

Snow is falling, and the wilderness is silent.

The ruins and broken walls are numerous, and the bluestone stones one foot high are scattered everywhere, and the stone statues that fell to the ground are buried by the snow.

Click......

A white-bearded old man in a black robe stumbled through the snow, he had a huge wound in his abdomen, a faint black gas swirling, blood was dripping with every step he took, and it seemed like a remnant plum falling snow behind him.

The old man looked around in confusion, and suddenly roared violently: "Come out, come out quickly!" ”

Sad~

The wind was blowing on the flat ground, and the snow was howling.

The lights around him gradually dimmed, the horses' hooves rumbled, the armor surged, and the shadows were full of shadows, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared at him, cold and fierce.

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

The voice is vicissitudes, and the expression is almost crazy.

"Ugh..."

A woman's sigh sounded in the mist.

Immediately, the surrounding light and shadow were great, and suddenly brightened, and a small courtyard appeared, the jujube trees were green, and a tiger-headed child was lying on the tree and waving his hand.

"Grandpa is coming, grandpa is coming!"

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

Make a big system. The old man's eyes were confused, and he ran a few steps forward, catching the child who jumped down, and then the laughter gradually disappeared into the mist.

Behind him, a corpse grows cold in the snow...