Zhongsun Mou asked him, "What about you?"

"I'm going to look around here for more clues and see if there's anyone suspicious." He Lingchuan said, "How is the division of labor? You chase the murderer, I chase Mr. Mai."

Zhongsun Mou snorted, and did not object, opened the door and walked out.

But he didn't take two steps before he stretched out his hand to He Lingchuan: "Bring it."

"What's that?"

"What you took from the Bogu Shelf." Zhongsun said, "I'm going to take it back and check it together."

He Lingchuan took out the ivory ball, turned it around a few times in his hand, and hesitated.

But he finally handed it over.

Zhongsun Mou took it, but he didn't notice that a small spider was also handed over by He Lingchuan and quietly climbed into his sleeve.

Back in the courtyard, the guards stepped forward and whispered a few words, Zhong Sun Mou glanced at the study again, and left with a group of men.

General Ling specially went to the study again, and came out and said to He Lingchuan: "This goods that hides eggs and eggs, take the opportunity to let his subordinates empty all the study, and there is nothing left!"

"The vase has been moved too?"

"Huh? What vase?"

"Forget it, don't mention it." He Lingchuan waved his hand, "The other party left calmly, presumably there will be no clues."

Although Mr. Mak fled early, his study was in good order and was not overturned.

What was it that alarmed him?

He Lingchuan returned to the point: "By the way, why did General Ling call him to hide the eggs?"

"The merman turns back into the water and goes ashore to split out human legs, but that thing is deep in the belly, and it is completely different from our land creatures." General Antelope grinned and grinned, "Isn't that something that hides eggs and shows its tail?"

He asked He Lingchuan, "What should I do now?"

is also a special envoy, and He Lingchuan feels much more cordial to him. He mingled with He Lingchuan all the way for a few days, and it was like turning on the acquaintance mode.

"There are a lot of inconsistencies in this matter." He Lingchuan was also thinking hard, "When Fang Cai Zhongsun Mou heard about your name as a general, he looked a little anxious, do you know why?"

General Ling shook his head, "How do I know what he thinks? But he's not the only one who gets upset when he sees me."

Yes, with the temper of this old sheep, he is a thorn in front of many people.

He Lingchuan walked back to the study, took out a mirror from his arms, and looked around.

General Ling looked at it and said, "Your mirror is a good magic weapon."

"Have you seen it?"

"The lines on it, well, seem to be unique to the Middle Ages Immortal Sect." General Ling pondered for a long time, "Where have you seen it?" Hey, I can't remember."

He Lingchuan was slightly startled, remembering that the origin of the soul mirror was not correct, as if it was also related to Lingxu City. It seems that in the country of Bega, he can't show himself casually.

He said quietly, "Imitation."

The Soul Mirror looked around the room and gave him feedback: "There are no snooping powers or objects remaining."

This mirror is a powerful anti-surveillance weapon.

As General Ling said, the study was almost emptied, the bookcase was completely gone, the Bogu shelf survived because of the few things that were originally placed, and the inside of the desk was also emptied. Probably because Zhong Sun Mou's subordinates didn't have enough storage space, they couldn't fit such a large table.

He Lingchuan took a special look at where the vase was originally located, well, empty.

There was only a ring of dust left on the ground.

This Zhongsun is a locust, right?

He Lingchuan asked the two Drill Wind Beast guards to block the door, and he took out a few scrolls from the storage ring and put them on the table.

General Lingqi said, "Where did this come from?"

"In the vase of the Bogu shelf." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, "I was just about to inspect the Bogu Frame when Zhongsun Mou rushed in."

Jiao Yu was also curious: "Why do you only accept these few scrolls?"

"The vase was in the far corner, and the bottle was full of dust, only these few scrolls..... Strictly speaking, the shaft head of this one is as smooth as new and spotless." There are three reels, and he plays them together anyway

Take it away, it doesn't take a second time. He Lingchuan untied the tether and slowly unfolded the scroll, "That is to say, Mr. Mak often opens it."

The scroll is not large, only two square feet.

It is a painting, but it is not a common flower, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rocks, pines, and waves, but a round jar without a lid.

And the jar seemed to be still transparent, because there was a ruby wrench, several booklets, and a few balls in the jar.

Red balls.

How could anyone draw these things?

The more General Ling looked at the ball, the more familiar it became: "This ball looks like a bead of blood."

He Lingchuan looked at the red seal on the side of the painting.

To be honest, it's not so much like a seal, but like a painted talisman.

He taps on the screen.

Everywhere is the texture of soft paper, except--

Except for the jar in the painting.

A tiger and a sheep snorted.

As soon as He Lingchuan's hand moved to the can, he sank in.

There is an extra hand in the picture, which hangs on the jar.

It's pretty realistic.

"There's something in the painting." He Lingchuan simply stretched out his hand and took out all the red balls in the jar.

When he withdrew his palm from the painting, everyone saw that there were a few red beads lying in his palm.

"Sure enough, it's a bead of blood!" General Antelope doesn't mistake the smell, "What the hell is this thing for?"

Jiao Yu said, "Take out that booklet and read it."

He Lingchuan took out the booklet and opened it, but saw that it was all one by one, listing which year, month, and day, how many pulp beads were collected, and where the beads were collected.

"It's an account book."

He Lingchuan turned to the back and found that each page was full, and there were no blank pages.

"The ink is a little faded, these are old books."

Jiao Yu gasped, "They actually hunted so many demons!" A cursory glance shows that there are more than 200 hunting records of youkai in a single account book, and there are seven of them here.

That's the history of the death of 1,4500 youkai, to say the least.

Although Bega is known as the demon country, the number of demon people is less than one-tenth of that of humans. These more than a thousand monsters disappeared silently, and even Jiao Yu felt a little distressed when he saw it.

General Ling bit out a copy: "This is new."

He Lingchuan looked through it, and the ink was really new, and the latest record read, "Niutou Mountain, Drill Wind Beast, two".

Judging by the date and the location of the hunt, this is the record of the killings of the descendants of the Antelope general.

General Ling muttered a curse, and then said, "Why are there only two!

He Lingchuan looked sideways: "Is your focus wrong?"

"These juniors of mine are full of vigor and blood, strong and vigorous, and they are all in their heyday, why do seven or eight only combine two red beads? That litter of weak and incompetent pig demons, a few of them can also form a blood bead." General Ling was stunned when he said this, "What is it called, a bead of pulp or a bead of blood?"

"It's a bead of pulp." He Lingchuan also remembered this, "Wan Dahu is talking about blood beads."

That is, of course, based on Mr. Mak's record.

However, although General Ling's complaint is weird but reasonable, is it wrong in this book?

Although He Lingchuan had never met Mr. Mai, he felt that he should be a cautious person, otherwise he would not have fled and ran ahead of him and Zhongsun Mou.

Would such a cautious person make a mistake in his main business?

If he remembers correctly, then it was Wan Dahu who swallowed the excess blood beads privately?

He Lingchuan took out the red jade wrench again.

Jade is good jade, with fine lines on it, which looks like capillaries. But the ring is not a storage ring, it is just an ordinary wrench, and it looks good to wear.

General Lingzhi subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the scroll, which is the habit of goats touching paper and grass.

But there was something on the painting that was actually licked off by it.

The bright red seal.

"Huh?"

He Lingchuan picked up the seal and found that it was a layer of soft paper, which was very tough and not easy to break.

Is this thing movable and removable?

He reached out again to press the screen.

Solidified, the painting is just a painting, and the small space inside is gone.

The few remaining items on the picture are also frozen and turned into still life sketches.

It turns out that the things in the painting can come true, relying on this strange red seal?

He Lingchuan took a closer look, and the word "fidelity" was written on the seal, in the language of the ancient immortals.

He put the seal on it again, and the contents of the painting could be taken out again.

This thing is interesting.

He Lingchuan casually took another piece of paper, drew a picture of a chicken pecking rice, and then pasted the seal on it.

Will the chicks be caught?

Experiments have shown that no.

Painting is painting, and what you draw cannot be "taken out".

But they had taken out the red beads and the account books.

He Lingchuan's heart moved, he went to the kitchen to grab a handful of rice, and when he came back, he pressed it on the painting.

The grains of rice disappeared all at once.

One person and two demons looked closely, and many rice grains appeared around the chick in the picture.

Before He Lingchuan stretched out his hand, a caramel-colored tiger skin paw on the side stretched out and dug into the painting.

A man and a sheep watched a tiger's paw appear in the picture, scratching and picking at the simplified version of the chicken.

When Jiao Yu stretched back his front paws, there were indeed more than a dozen grains of rice lying on the palm pad.

"It turns out that only external things can be put in and taken out." He Lingchuan took off the red seal, "Tear this thing up, and seal it inside. Interesting."

Even in today's era of weak law, there are still a lot of strange props.

Without further ado, attention turns back to the ledger.

Jiao Yu stared at a pair of tiger eyes and browsed, and suddenly said, "These account books have time, quantity, and harvest location, but there is no delivery location."

"Lord Jiao, be careful! This is because, the place of delivery does not need to be recorded. He Lingchuan knew it at a glance, "That is, they only trade here."

Jiao Yu was incredulous: "Could it be that there is only one team that hunts demon beasts?" Otherwise, the team should be recorded in the account books.

"They must have a magic weapon in their hands." In a short period of time, he can commit crimes everywhere in the whole country of Chiyan.

General Ling was also stunned: "Can't you? Didn't the old man who swept the yard say that people often come to Mr. Mai?"

"A disguise, perhaps?" He Lingchuan thought for a moment, "Mr. Mai also does ordinary business."

At this point, he explained to the two demons: "This information will not be shared with Zhongsun Mou for the time being. I always felt that it was too strange for him to appear here all of a sudden."