"Who the hell are you?" said Shuang Mulin, lying on the hospital bed, frowning at the old liar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the battle with Baihua Niang, Shuangmu Lin was too physically exhausted, and after being taken away by the old liar, he was in a coma for two whole days, and the old liar took him to Kyoto's largest hospital, "Kyoto City General Hospital", for recuperation. During this period, the old crook and a few of his subordinates opened several special clinics in the hospital to help citizens who had lost their fireworks and caused their souls to begin to leave their bodies. After Shuangmu Lin woke up, he was amazed by the energy of the old liar, so he asked this question.

The old liar replied with the appearance of a master outside the world: "Poor Dao is the thirty-ninth generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, who knows five hundred years before and five hundred years after five hundred years, and knows yin and yang and gossip ......."

"You speak well to me. "The double wood forest is full of black lines.

Interrupted by Shuangmulin, the old liar was not annoyed, and approached him a little mysteriously and asked, "Xiaoyou really wants to know?"

"Nonsense, my mind is like mush right now, what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, since you have this question......," said the old liar, taking out a bottle of orange from his bosom, "then drink it." ”

"I think you said you would lose your memory if you drank it?" asked Shuang Mu Lin as he squinted at the familiar bottle.

"That's a must!" the old liar shook the bottle in his hand, "improve the recipe, and after drinking it, you will not have any worries, and you will not even know your last name." ”

“......”

"Lisuo, beat him!" the blue muscles on Shuangmulin's forehead burst out.

"Wait!" The old liar stopped Lisuo, who was already flying, "Little friend, your cultivation is still shallow, and it will not be good for you to know too much." In this way, after you get married, Poor Dao will naturally tell the truth, and even if there is any danger at that time, you can protect yourself. ”

"You're from the Spirit Gate, right?" asked Shuangmulin suddenly, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

The old liar was shocked: "This ...... How did you learn about Lingmen?"

"It seems so. Shuangmulin sighed, "You don't care where I know, let me ask you, the people of the Lingmen are a group of cold-blooded animals who are self-assured, how can there be such a strange person as you? And your group of subordinates too." ”

"It seems that Xiaoyou has a lot of complaints about Lingmen. Well, I'll tell you about the poor road. The old liar also sighed, "Poor Dao used to be a member of the Spirit Sect Demon Cultivator......

Lingmen is not a sect, but a collective name for all monastic sects in the mortal world. After the separation of the Three Realms, the mortal cultivators could no longer ascend, but the major monastic sects were still preserved. Among them, the demon cultivation faction is good at refining demon qi and has a special set of methods for spitting into the moon, similar to the cultivation of monsters, so it is named. Most of his disciples are strong, and they are the most powerful of all the cultivation sects, far surpassing the other cultivation sects. The other factions coveted the secret methods of the demon cultivation faction, and were not willing to be the monopoly of one family, so they united to resist the demon cultivation faction and designated it as an evil cultivator. And in the name of "eliminating evil cultivation and maintaining orthodoxy", the disciples of the demon cultivation sect were brutally killed. Shan Manlou, who was the head of the demon cultivation faction at the time, quietly sent his son Crow out of the mountain gate, and told him not to try revenge in vain and live well in the mortal world. Later, he died in battle with his disciples, and the demon cultivator sect was destroyed, and his cultivation method was lost.

After the destruction of the demon cultivation faction, the various factions of the Lingmen gradually began to expand themselves, claiming to be "immortals", treating mortals as pigs and dogs, and even began to ignore those in power. In the decades that followed, the competition for interests between the various sects gradually escalated, and the contradictions began to intensify, and incidents such as fires and infighting emerged one after another. These ascetics continue to commit all kinds of killings, even involving civilians, causing headaches for those in power. In order to contain these people and at the same time to deal with the various incidents caused by these people, the people in power decided to set up a special department and named it the "Special Incident Investigation Department directly under the Ministry of National Defense of China," or "Special Investigation Office" for short. The crow who learned the news assumed the name of Yamaguchiyama, and Mao recommended himself to become the director of the Special Investigation Department.

"Special Investigation Department, why haven't I heard of this department?" said Shuangmulin in disbelief as he listened to the old liar's account.

"The Secret Service is a special department, it doesn't exist in the public eye, and we people usually have other identities. In recent years, there has been a lot of internal friction in the Lingmen, and many sects have begun to cooperate with the authorities, turning into commercial companies or wealthy families, and we have rarely taken action except for the occasional monitoring of the movements of the Lingmen. The old liar said.

"I didn't expect you to be an official. Shuangmulin sighed, "Why did you make yourself the person in charge like this? ”

"Because Poor Dao was also a spiritual person, he knew them best. The old liar replied, "And now there are only a handful of people in the Lingmen who can reach the Yuanying cultivation, and there are even fewer old monsters who have cultivated out of the body. ”

Listening to the old liar's words, a strange look suddenly appeared in Shuangmulin's eyes, but it was fleeting. He then asked, "Is Chang Qing also from your department?"

"Yes, Xiaoqing is the elite in the hall. The old liar replied.

Shuangmulin nodded quite approvingly: "Well, compared with those bus seat combinations, Changqing is indeed an elite." ”

"Okay, now that Xiaoyou already knows the identity of the poor road, then I will give you a choice. The old liar held up the orange bottle again, "Join the Secret Office or drink it." ”

“......”

"Damn, what kind of rules do you have?" Shuang Mu Lin jumped three feet high, "If you don't join, you have to become an idiot, too domineering, right?"

"The Special Investigation Department needs to be completely hidden, and even the people of the Spirit Gate don't know about the existence of this department, so Poor Dao must ensure that you don't leak this matter. ”

Shuangmulin tried his best to make himself look cute, and asked cautiously, "Do I swear to you that I won't go out?" ”

"No!" the old liar was adamant.

"I rely on you for this. Shuangmulin glared at the old liar, "Then will you let me think about it?"

"That's fine. The old liar said, "Poor Dao still has to deal with the affairs of the soulless citizens, and I will come back to ask you in the evening." ”

"You're too dark, aren't you? give me a few more days to think about it!"

"Long nights and dreams. The old liar turned and went out.

"I'll go!" Shuang Mulin lay on the bed angrily, "What can I do?"

Shuang Mulin didn't want to join that special investigation hall at all, not because of anything else, as soon as he thought of the old liar and the group of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods under him, he felt that the future of that place was dark, and if he really joined, I was afraid that it would not be long before he would be sent to a mental hospital.

"No, I have to figure out a way, I don't want to work with a bunch of psychos. ”