Three hundred and sixty lines, roughly divided into upper, middle and lower nine streams, which contain people's prejudices and preferences for a certain profession.

Nowadays, under the influence of Chang Yan, these professions were born to go out of the way thaumaturgy. However, this so-called "upper, middle and lower" distinction does not mean that this door is strong or weak and treacherous.

There are many professions that are in the company of the dead, and they are feared, and most of them are in the middle and ninth ranks.

In the lower nine streams, most of them are some shady trades. The most commendable ones are the so-called: abduction, cheating, stealing, and prostitution.

Liar, known as the "Thousand Door Generals" among the people, Zheng Xiu met a lot some time ago and killed a lot.

As for "stealing the door", it sounds high, but in fact it is also doing something sneaky.

Prostitution is "orchid", Zheng Xiu's four maids "Squeak, Bobo, Pingping, and Lili" were once the four golden flowers in heaven and earth.

In abduction and stealing prostitution, the last is the most despicable...... Turn.

- The Demon of Time.

"Time Demon?"

Zheng Xiu pondered for a moment and remembered this out-of-the-way business.

If it sounds good, it is called "time demon", and if it is ugly, it is called "crutch woman".

The origin of this title is still a bit interesting to say. In ancient times, the abductor hid her head and tail and did not dare to make a noise. When they "acted", most of them went unnoticed, and after abducting the child, many years after the child grew up, he said that "time was stolen". In order to scare the children in the village and let them stop running around, the adults scared them and said, don't go out of the village at night, you will be abducted by the "time demon" and you will grow old in the blink of an eye.

The provenance can no longer be studied, but after everyone became popular, gradually the "crutch woman" became called the "time demon".

Like the tiger and wolf wall water in the night, the "time demon" is also a rare profession in today's peaceful and prosperous world, and no one has done it anymore. After all, if you don't make money, it's easy to lose your head.

Zheng Xiu never expected that the emperor would send a stranger over casually. Zheng Xiu looked at Yin Qingqing's bare back in a daze. At this time, Fengbei heard the familiar sound of the music, and happily followed the sound, and when he came to the hall, he saw Zheng Xiu staring at the scene of someone else's gutter and waist motionless.

The hall is full of women, some people play and sing, some take off their belly pockets, this scene is unexpected. But Fengbei knew that Zheng Xiu should not be a person who indulged in pleasure, so he crept behind Zheng Xiu curiously.

"Hey?"

When Feng Bei couldn't help but make a puzzled sound behind him, Zheng Xiu noticed Feng Bei's existence. He glared fiercely at the squeak who was stealing fun and watching the excitement on the side, "I'll clean you up later!" Zheng Xiu's eyes revealed such lines, so he coughed lightly twice, his expression was calm, as virtuous as a holy Buddha, and said softly: "Put it on." ”

Yin Qingqing obediently retied the little red rope in her belly pocket and turned around. Jing Xuemei took a big piece and put it on for Yin Qingqing, and glared at her: "Don't make trouble." ”

Feng Bei counted with his fingers, and whispered beside Zheng Xiu: "It's very close to Ding Wei." ”

What puzzled and surprised her was not that Yin Qingqing was a stranger.

She's seen a lot of strangers these days.

Monk and Zheng Xiu are.

What she wondered was that Yin Qingqing's "number" was very close to her in terms of ranking.

"Time Demon." Zheng Xiu said that Fengbei had been in Yeweiyang for many years, and when he heard it, he showed a look of sudden realization. She had apparently heard of the seldom-traveled doorway.

At this time, Zheng Xiu finally became interested in Yin Qingqing.

Of course, it's not the kind of interest in the sense of men and women, but the interest in the "Time Demon" path itself.

This is a novel "doorway" that has never been seen before, Zheng Xiu is very curious about Yin Qingqing's thaumaturgy.

Combined with what she said herself, at the age of thirty-five, she can grow into her early twenties, could it be that the demon is really capable of abducting people as his name suggests, abducting people's years and months?

Zheng Xiudang even said that he wanted to see Yin Qingqing's inhuman thaumaturgy. At first, Yin Qingqing was stunned when she heard this, first lowered her head and was silent, Zheng Xiu also smiled and saw that she didn't speak, in silence, Yin Qingqing sighed lightly, she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, pointed to the squeaky zither and said: "Please allow the slave to borrow my sister's zhengqin." ”

"Call my sister." Squeaked up the underdeveloped pectoralis major muscle, and said unconvinced: "Everything is about a first come, first come, first come, whoever comes first is the sister." ”

Zheng Xiu acquiesced.

Yin Qingqing's face was calm, and she did not show displeasure because of Squeak's deliberate difficulty, and retreated: "Sister Squeak, please borrow the piano." ”

Squeak generously said yes.

I saw Yin Qingqing stretch out his hand and rub it on his white arm, and this rub actually rubbed off a thin piece of human skin the size of a fingernail. The piece of human skin swirled in Yin Qingqing's palm like a wriggling worm, suddenly becoming larger.

"Go."

Yin Qingqing took a step forward, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, the "human skin" spinning in her palm suddenly turned into a "curtain" covered with surging gray mist, covering the arm-length zhengqin, and wrapped it into a package in the blink of an eye.

The package shrank strangely at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally shrunk to the size of a fingernail, Yin Qingqing grasped one in his palm, and the squeaky zither disappeared into Yin Qingqing's palm.

From Yin Qingqing rubbing the human skin to the disappearance of the zhengqin, the whole process was just between breaths, Zheng Xiu suspected that if Yin Qingqing hadn't slowed down for the sake of "demonstration", she would have been able to "turn" the zither faster.

"Can it be used on people?"

Zheng Xiu's breath stagnated, and he knew very well that the reason why Yin Qingqing hesitated was because thaumaturgy should not be easily revealed in front of people. In the end, she decided to show her hand, but she accepted her fate and wanted Zheng Xiu to rest assured of herself.

As the so-called trust is mutual, Yin Qingqing first handed over his trust in Zheng Xiu.

Yin Qingqing nodded: "Yes." ”

After a while, she released the squeaky zither. The process of "release" is the same as the process of "income", a "human skin package" the size of a fingernail instantly becomes larger, and the human skin is like a big mouth to spit out the zhengqin.

"Here, try it on me!"

Zheng Xiu pointed at himself curiously.

Yin Qingqing could no longer maintain a calm expression, and it was difficult to clam the mussel.

The squeaky four were even more surprised.

Qing Shisan, who was secretly listening to the song on the eaves, turned over and landed, appeared at the entrance of the hall silently, spit out smoke rings, and said softly: "Master can't be in danger." ”

Shadows flickered on the walls.

The Brotherhood sang in unison, "All things are false, all things are allowed."

For a while, because of Zheng Xiu's words, the entire Zheng family suddenly had a little more sabre-rattling flavor from the initial peace.

They were afraid that Zheng Xiu would be abducted by the "Time Demon".

Feng Bei silently took off his gloves and looked at Yin Qingqing: "What did you do to him." ”

Yin Qingqing didn't know at this time that once she answered wrong, she would face the thunderous blow of Zheng's "nuclear bomb", her face was a little more flustered, and she quickly knelt down: "The slave doesn't!" ”

Everyone's overreaction made Zheng Xiu stunned for a moment, and at the same time he couldn't cry and laugh, but he was secretly moved. It seems that the emperor sent Yin Qingqing over, like throwing a little she-wolf into the tigers, Zheng Xiu himself felt that it was nothing, but the brotherhoods under his command were cautious about this, for fear that this little she-wolf would secretly toss their tiger king.

If you think about it carefully, Master Zheng should like this tone. Looking at eighteen is actually thirty-five, eighteen years old, eighteen years old, eighteen years old, eighteen nights and nights. It's exciting to think about.

Qing 13 also thought so, and couldn't help but sigh lightly while being vigilant: The emperor is really accurate in seeing people.

"It's fine. You guard, what does she dare to do to me, how many of you are here, what kind of wind and waves can she turn over? Besides, I believe that she will not be so stupid, and I believe that the Emperor will not be so stupid. Zheng Xiu smiled and waved his hand at the others and squeezed Feng Bei's hand.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei's small movements looked in Yin Qingqing's eyes, Yin Qingqing Tong Kong Zhen, but she heard that Feng Bei's hand was like an unsheathed divine sword, and anyone who touched it could be cut into ashes. But why can Master Zheng be so intimate with Fengbei and regard the terrible "ominous" as nothing?

At Zheng Xiu's request, Yin Qingqing, who was in a messy mood, gritted his teeth, and then performed the innate alien technique, rubbed a piece of human skin, and carefully patted Zheng Xiu.

The swirling human skin first magnified and glowed with a gray mist. As the "human skin" approached, Zheng Xiu suddenly felt an itch on his forehead, as if something was about to break out. Syllable! Yin Qingqing's hand slapped on Zheng Xiu's body, and the human skin the size of a fingernail fell weakly to the side.

Yin Qingqing was stunned.

Feng Bei was stunned.

Kei 13 choked on a cigarette.

Several brothers fell from the wall.

In an awkward silence, Zheng Xiu leaned over and picked up the small piece of human skin. The human skin gradually turned into a fine powder in his hand, and when he blew it, it completely dissipated. He glanced at Yin Qingqing, who was at a loss and panicked, and then said to Qing Thirteen: "You accompany Qingqing on a trip and go to the palace to report to the emperor." By the way, I met the brother who knew the secret department.,Maybe it's the sibling department in the future.。 ”

Qing 13 smoked silently, pondering the deep meaning of the master's words, and soon he figured out that eight or nine were not far from ten, and he smiled and took the order.

"Wait."

Before going out, Zheng Xiu remembered something and said to Yin Qingqing in a serious tone: "Since the emperor handed you over to me, you will be my Zheng family's person in the future." ”

Yin Qingqing bowed her head: "The slave understands." ”

"In the future, you will go wherever I tell you to go."

"Yes."

"When I come, you must not refuse."

Yin Qingqing was stunned for a moment, misunderstood, with sadness in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and agreed: "The slave understands." ”

At the moment when Yin Qingqing agreed.

A thin line of small words appeared in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.

[You have discovered the station.] You can arrive at the "Post Station, Time Demon, Jiyou, Yin Qingqing". 】

[Station: Yin Qingqing, agree to your entry. 】

[You've been given permission to enter the station.] 】

[You can enter the inn at any time. 】

Zheng Xiu, who was inexplicably happy because he liked to mention the new [post station], did not notice Yin Qingqing's wooden expression that seemed to accept his fate, and Yin Qingqing followed Qing Thirteen out in a daze.

Zheng Xiu took the opportunity to calm down, close his eyes, and look at the new post station.

The scenery in the heart is the same, Zheng Xiu did not stop, and went straight to the table. The middle of the table was a little cramped.

After all, [Post Station Fengbei] is also in the same place.

And next to the [Post Station Fengbei] mini puppet, there is a big-headed girl with closed eyes, wearing a big red belly pocket and a sad face. Zheng Xiu was stunned, how did this post station wear a belly pocket.

【Station】Yin Qingqing

【Affinity】Master and servant

【Doorway】Time Demon (Jiyou)

【Luck】Turning evil into good fortune

【Physique】Winding paths lead to seclusion

"Winding paths lead to ......?"

That's it...... Post?

Zheng Xiu poked open the [Post Station Fengbei] again and took a look. He poked it in at this time and saw that [Post Station Fengbei] introduced that there had been many changes after the cannibal painting incident.

【Station】Fengbei

【Affinity】Affection

【Door】Executioner (Ding Wei)

【Luck】Heavenly Evil Lone Star

【Physique】The temple is splendid

Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded.

Poke the monk again, and it has changed.

【Station】Huahua

[Affinity] friends of life and death

【Doorway】Ascetic (壬辰)

【Luck】Lucky stars shine brightly

[Physique] as far as the eye can see

Before, the monk's [post station] was "unnamed", but since the cannibal painting, he has rediscovered himself and changed back to "Huahua".

[Post Station Huahua]'s physique skyrocketed to "boundless".

"The winding path is secluded, the temple is brilliant, and the view is endless."

This seems to literally distinguish the meaning of "size".

To put it simply, Fengbei has swelled, the monk has widened, and Yin Qingqing has ...... Still young?

Zheng Xiu felt that it should be understood in this way.

It's not hard to understand.

In a moment, Zheng Xiu's face was strange and he opened his eyes again. On Yin Qingqing's [post station] description, the word "master and servant" in the [affinity] column made Zheng Xiu believe that Yin Qingqing recognized the identity of "master and servant" from the bottom of his heart. Fengbei didn't know that Zheng Xiu had secretly studied her scale again, and his eyes were still looking at the back of Yin Qingqing who was leaving.

Out of the hall, while waiting for Yin Qingqing to change clothes, Qing Shisan squatted on the wall, and there was a whistle from another part of Zheng Mansion, it was Ji Honglotus. Qing Thirteen listened and pricked up his ears.

Ji Honglotus was first curious about why Qing 13 took a girl out, and after Qing 13 returned to the whistle to explain, Ji Hongrong said to ask for leave, saying that the person at home was unwell. Thinking of Ji Honglotus's current situation, Qing Shisan's heart was inexplicably a little anxious, and he casually replied to the whistle, and fell into silence.

"Borrow a step to speak."

After Qing 13 and Yin Qingqing left, Feng Bei pulled Zheng Xiu back to the room.

The two of them moved like this, and others were already surprised, snickering, and silently sad. It was a kind of sadness called "the old man was arched away".

"Your 'prisoner' is not a natural way to overcome 'aliens'?"

Feng Bei's eyes were scorching, and she rarely showed this kind of expression in front of Zheng Xiu: "In this way, it can be explained why you can touch my ominousness, and why Yin Qingqing's inhuman technique is ineffective for you." ”

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "It's not completely invalid. He touched the pimple on his forehead and thoughtfully said, "My trick moved just now." ”

"You did it on purpose?" Feng Bei's face was worried, and he advised: "You should pay attention next time, don't accidentally expose your true doorway." Once you let Candle know that you restrain Inhuman, Candle may be desperate to do anything to you. ”

"I didn't really think of it at first, but that's the reason."

The prisoner, the monster, the alien, the self. Zheng Xiu assured Fengbei in a soft voice: "In the future, I will show myself as a 'painter' in front of people, who would have thought that a person can have several thaumaturgies." ”

"Don't forget the monk." Since that incident, Fengbei has also learned from Zheng Xiu and affectionately called the monk "monk".

"Yes," Zheng Xiu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile: "The monk is too, with the power of one person, he derives a variety of thaumaturgy, which is quite magical." ”

The two sat on the edge of the bed and whispered.

Fengbei: "Why are you so interested in Inhumans?" ”

Zheng Xiu raised an index finger and said mysteriously: "Guess? ”

Feng Bei thought for a while, looked at the unbeaten face in front of him, and didn't take long to figure it out: "Do you want to 'collect' as many Inhumans as possible ......before the 'candle'?" ”

Feng Bei hesitated for a while before using the word "collect".

Yes, she felt that Zheng Xiu was now like "collecting" Inhumans.

"You come with me."

Zheng Xiu led Fengbei to the study.

Closing the door tightly, Feng Bei's eyes glanced at the covered "statue" from time to time, and the more he glanced at it, the softer his gaze became.

Zheng Xiu ignored Fengbei, who was looking at the unfinished statue alone, put away the tabletop, spread out a blank paper, and first wrote the word "prisoner" on it, and marked "Jiazi" next to [prisoner].

He also drew many blank lines under the prisoner, a total of forty-eight lines.

Zheng Xiu remembered the illusion that appeared in front of him when he became a [prisoner] on the first day. The huge eyeball like the scorching sun, the forty-nine rays of light that escaped after the eyeball exploded.

There's a reason for everything.

"You have been in the night for many years, and you must have learned many doorways, you try to fill them in."

Fengbei obediently took the pen in Zheng Xiu's hand and hung it for a moment, but he didn't know where to start.

"The order doesn't matter, you can fill it in backwards, sort it by the sexagenary branches."

Fengbei thought about it and tried to start filling it in. According to the impression, the blank paper was filled in with a series of "doorways".

[Divine Witch], [Orchid], [Thief], [Thousand Gates], [Time Demon]......

Zheng Xiu added from time to time based on his experience over the years: "The executioner is Ding Wei, the credit knife man is Yiji, the ascetic is Renchen, and the time demon is Jiyou...... By the way, the painter is Wuzi. ”

"There are also corpse sewers, skillful hands, walking feet, officials, actors, officials, townspeople, chess players, literati, ......"

After Fengbei filled in a few, Zheng Xiu's inspiration erupted, his eyes flashed with a strange light, snatched Fengbei's pen, filled in the blank space at will, and muttered to himself while filling in:

"Have you noticed that the birth of the way is not so much according to the 'order' of the rules as it is according to the 'cognition' of people. The upper, middle and lower nine streams clearly correspond to the people's cognition and their impression of this profession. ”

The white paper gradually became full as Zheng Xiu put down his pen, but it also left a lot of blanks.

"There are countless forks in each doorway."

"The doorway, rather than being born with the proximity of Chang Yan, I think he is more like the manifestation of a kind of 'desire' of human beings."

"Chang Yan has made this 'wish' come true."

"It's like a child, when I was a child, I dreamed of soaring high in the sky, and it was this pure 'wish'."

"I've always wondered which way the 'crow keeper' belongs."

"Later, I had a flash of inspiration and thought, is there a possibility that the crow keeper is not a way for 'people' to walk?"

Zheng Xiu stopped his pen, pointed to the large blank space between the [prisoner] and the [painter], and circled it.

"There is a large blank space here, is it possible that there is a doorway that no one can dream of and walk?"

"For example...... Other? ”

Fengbei's mind was confined to this era, and he could not give birth to such a bizarre idea like Zheng Xiu. But under Zheng Xiu's explanation, she also quickly figured out the joint.

"You mean ......"

Feng Bei suddenly remembered something, and grabbed Zheng Xiu's arm in shock.

The two looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they remembered the same thing.

Say a word in unison:

"Cats!"