Lie Huo Jiao Chou Volume 1 Chapter 10

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The peacefulness and kindness on Sheng Lingyuan's face split open, exposing a malicious appearance: "Impudent!"

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　　A flash of lightning fell and directly split into half the big tree in the headquarters of the Deviant Control Office building. A fireball fell down loudly and the fire alarms rang together. The Golden Dragon which was welcoming a visitor on the floor swam to the corner in fright, becoming a big motionless lizard lying on the wall.

　　After that, the thunder came, and at first the hall was filled with dull "rumbling sounds". Then suddenly, an ear-splitting explosion happened. The four walls shuddered, seeming like a long repressed roar.

　　"What's the situation?"

　　"Is the defending array outside the headquarters building slinking off ?"
　　
　　"Wait a minute, you all look at that! What is... what is it?"

　　Only one side of wall was burnt by the explosion of thunder. Thick, blood-like handwriting slowly flowed down and spread rapidly in all directions.

　　Someone muttered a word: "Sacrifice..."

　　"But the last sacrificial person didn't die , didn't we shoot dead the suspect in time? Shouldn't that gloomy sacrifice be interrupted!"

　　"It doesn't matter whether it succeeded or not, why did this sacrificial writing appear in the headquarters building?"

　　"Director Xiao, the local branches are reporting a similar situation! Hey...Dr. w.a.n.g, the danger level hasn't been a.s.sessed, don't go over there!"

　　Dr.w.a.n.g of the Ancient Books Restoration Department moved to the foot of the wall step by step, turning his head and looked at Xiao Zheng. His originally big and protruding eyeb.a.l.l.s were magnified by the spectacle. He said in a husky voice: "This is the symbol!"

　　"What? "

　　"The symbol, Director Xiao, the gloomy sacrifice was a success! The caster summoned the legendary 'demon G.o.d' with thousands of lives. The demon G.o.d must keep a promise, and return a thousand lives for him to be free. Anyone who can see this sacrificial writing is the target of the ma.s.sacre!"

　　Xiao Zheng was stunned for a moment, immediately turning around and running back to the conference room: "Xuan Ji!"

　　The dark wide sleeves slipped down from Xuan Ji's face, and the sleeves were filled with gloomy sacrificial writings. The rotten smell of blood and the warm fragrance mixed together, giving birth an indescribable devastation and mournfulness.

　　In a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Xuan Ji's mind — Why? Why did the gloomy sacrifice still succeeded?

　　Unless the mustache leader was not the caster at all!

　　Incidentally, the few backpackers who broke into the great valley after the Red Lake mutant tree insurrection, Sheng Lingyuan personally took them out of the Red Lake. He saw that Mustache! 　　　

　　If Mustache was the caster, if he was smart enough, he would definitely keep a safe distance from the summoned devil before the agreement was set up --- because no one knew what would be called out. This devil thing had always been moody and if the agreement was not completed, it was not impossible that the caster also won't be killed.

　　And the boy who was infected by the Mirage b.u.t.terfly, why was his body taken up by b.u.t.terflies, but he could use the sacrificial writing for help? Couldn't he shout it out? Couldn't he write?

　　At the very least, even if they don't understand the principle of becoming a sacrifice, the boy could neither control his body to shout out nor write freely, and he could only use the sacrificial writing to communicate with the outside world --- Then why would he choose to write the message for help in his diary?

　　Wasn't a diary just for oneself, and writing on that thing to ask for help was basically nonsense?

　　Someone was misleading them step by step! 　　

　　If no one knew about the gloomy sacrifice, the caster could complete the thousand people sacrifice in secret, and in case the enemy was unfortunately alerted, it would be discovered in advance by the Deviant Control Office field workers. In case of insufficient information, they would try to search for the sacrificial symbol first, stepping into the trap set by that man --- that unlucky child was a firewall that led them to the wrong suspect.

　　Mustache himself was the last sacrifice!

　　This devil who enjoyed watching the whole fiasco also knew that they had been misled!
　　
　　The caster needed to ensure that Mustache died at the time of the turn of midnight, so it must be at the scene of the arrest, at close contact with the target... 

　　This person's special ability could be very special, could control others ....... even the Mirage b.u.t.terfly made the infected living-dead person obedient and play along its pre-prepared script performance.

　　Xuan Ji suddenly understood after he just heard Ping Qian Ru's words, where he felt like something was wrong --- all three people from the Reparations Department came out with him. When things went wrong, the hospital's branch field workers were in a chaos, and everyone's first reaction was to keep up with their immediate supervisors, waiting for instructions. 

　　This was the natural response.

　　The fat girl had been at the door from the beginning, and even old Luo, who was scared to death, was standing downstairs on standby, but why was there one person who never appeared?
　　
　　She knew that their mission was focused on Sheng Lingyuan, and when he went to the hospital, she didn't even look once and immediately thrown herself into the "intense" work, and then acted on her own initiative in escorting those "backpackers" to transfer. She also didn't came over before leaving and informed the new boss - even a slightly more sensible intern wouldn't do that.

　　That was because she was afraid to meet with Sheng Lingyuan early and unmask her true colors!

   　　Bi, Chun, Sheng!

　　Sheng Lingyuan helped to steady Xuan Ji, and his palm gently patted his eyebrows: "How pitiful, I'll let you go today, little demon. Don't get in my way."

　　"I'm afraid that is ....." Xuan Ji raised his eyes, and as he spoke, two flashes of fire pierced through the cold frost. The flame looked like a venomous snake, one over the other, entangling Sheng Lingyuan's wrists and ankles that he did not had time to retract. Sheng Lingyuan's action was sluggish, and Xuan Ji's sword was already in hand!

　　The next moment, that sword carried the burning flame to behead the devil.

　　Xuan Ji's body language changed dramatically --- the crouched waist of this "extremely tired", "can't stand up at all", "poor little underage lonely demon who was relying on someone's charity" suddenly stretched, his pupils were coated with a ring of flame-colored light, and the frost wrapped around him vaporized immediately.

　　A totem-like bright red pattern appeared on the s.p.a.ce between the eyebrows of Xuan Ji. He said in a low voice: "Not very appropriate."

　　The heavy sword made a clean sweep, directly piercing the devil's sleeves that was covered with sacrificial writings. The man with a sword who was completely frozen just now turned into quail with a wolf's appearance!

　　An earth-shattering lightning bolt from the dark clouds split through the thick fog, illuminating almost half of the sky. Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard, hurriedly holding the sword with both hands without any better option --- his two sleeves filled with gloomy sacrifice seemed to have met with a natural enemy, quickly dissipating, exposing the base color of his robe sleeves.

　　Xuan Ji slashed down the sword, and the floor of the hospital lounge swiftly burst open, then the devil and the flagstone slammed down together and fell to the outpatient lounge on the first floor.

　　"The thirty-sixth generation patriarch of the Nanming Firekeepers is not a small demon who is wandering in the human world," Xuan Ji used the force of pressure to push the sword forward for two inches, and the fire almost swept above Sheng Lingyuan's face. He smiled wryly, "The teammates are not reliable. I am used to paying more attention. Everything's fair in war, Uncle."

　　There was a "crackling" sound, then unexpectedly, the sword slightly burned Sheng Lingyuan's impervious hands.

　　The peacefulness and kindness on Sheng Lingyuan's face split open, exposing a malicious appearance: "Impudent!"

　　A dark fog suddenly rose up between Sheng Lingyuan's two sleeves, condensing into a head of the beast in the mid-air, growling, and then biting down Xuan Ji.

　　At this point, Xuan Ji refused to throw away the sword to dodge, and the raging fire on his palms soared up and widened. Without even looking at the fangs on his head, the heavy sword was pointed directly at Sheng Lingyuan's throat.　　

　　The gloomy sacrifice had been completed, and the situation was out of control, there's no choice left than to ...... directly chop off the demon that it summoned.

　　No one had any mercy at this time, and the two seemed to be betting who would kill who first. The murderous cold black fog had already swept Xuan Ji's hair, and Xuan Ji's sword met the neckline of the devil.

　　At this moment, the invisible ring on Xuan Ji's left hand suddenly appeared in shape, and without waiting for him to see clearly, the red light flashed, and the cracked gem suddenly exploded. Countless fragments spurted out, simultaneously scratching both of their hands.

　　Xuan Ji felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible blade pierced through his heart. He didn't even groan, his hands and feet lost strength, and he almost fainted --- this time he was truly kneeling, there was no acting element at all.
　
　　At the same time, the beast head which was condensed by the black fog howled painfully, and scattered in the air. Sheng Lingyuan retreated for five or six steps, and the back of his palm was burnt black by something.　　

　　For a moment, both of them, one standing and one kneeling, didn't say a word. At the same time, the two men felt the inviolable secret connection between them.
　　
　　What was ... this?
　　
　　For a moment, Sheng Lingyuan unconsciously pressed on his endlessly trembling injured hand, raising his sleeve and covered a cough, and his face became paler and paler.

　　He looked deeply at Xuan Ji, then leaped off from the window behind him. His shadow flashed, and then there was no trace of it.
　　
　　Half of Xuan Ji's body was numb and painful, holding up the heavy sword, he couldn't stand until the third try. The sacred fire ring on his left hand was broken to pieces and only left a mark.

　　"What's this situation? What did it attract? The creditor of our family ancestors?" He was confused and puzzled. In his lifetime, he was the one always deceiving others. He absolutely didn't expect that this time, it was planted in his own family's "sacred object" in his hands. 

　　Where to go to defend his legal rights? 

　　"Director Xuan!" At this moment, there was a bird calling sound behind him. Old Luo exposed his head behind the broken gla.s.s of the pharmacy department. At first, he glanced at his surroundings with fear and made sure that the devil was really gone, and then crawled out on all fours.

　　This caused his limbs to be full of green stalks and leaves, seeming as if a modern erstyle Bonsai tree running over, supporting Xuan Ji.
　　
　　"Where is Bi Chun Sheng?" Xuan Ji caught him by the hand, stopping him and gasping a few mouthfuls of air. "Where is the resettlement point? Give me the exact location, quickly!"

　　"Ah...ah." Old Luo hurriedly pulled out the phone, using a navigation software to find the location of the resettlement point, "Then should I immediately call a car?"
　　
　　"It's too late." Xuan Ji s.n.a.t.c.hed his mobile phone, reached out and grabbed it, and the map on the planned route on the navigation was "caught " by him in mid-air. Xuan Ji lifted the heavy sword, quickly drawing something in the air.

　　Old Luo let out a wail: "Mother, it's on fire!"

　　The next moment, he was grabbed out by Xuan Ji, and they whipped past several blocks at light speed. Old Luo clung to Xuan Ji's arm tightly and heard the phone navigation producing the same sound as a fast-forwarding tape. The whole person was caught in a ball of fire. In the midst of extreme fear, his brain was blank and he forgot to scream.
　　
　　Then, the mobile navigation finally produced a voice: "...has reached your destination, keep navigating for you." 

　　Old Luo's eyes rolled to the back of his head, fainting once again. 　　

　　At this time, the field personnel of the resettlement site had just killed Mustache and also had time to clean up the scene. They saw a fireball rushing over in the air and were frightened, staying tightly in a row at once.

　　Xuan Ji strode out from the fire with one hand holding his sword, and his other hand holding old Luo.
　　
　　"The person in charge of the Reparations Department of the Head Office." Xuan Ji waved away the blazing fire, and threw old Luo and his work permit to the person in charge of the field. "Where is Bi Chun Sheng?"

　　"Oh, you can rest a.s.sured. Big Sister Bi is all right , she just..., where is she?"

　　Bi Chun Sheng unknowingly disappeared.

　　"I am d.a.m.n rest a.s.sured!" Xuan Ji raised his hand and threw out a small coin. The moment the coin went out, it instantly turned into a small wheel of fire, rolling out along the ground. The wheel of fire pa.s.sed by and burned the gloomy sacrifice writing on the stone floor.
　　
　　He only had time to say the phrase "Arrest Bi Chun Sheng", and people had already chased out.