Mirror Surface Yin Yang 1490

. Otherwise, life would be so boring. I can't go to work or travel anywhere. I don't even know what else I could do… I specifically looked into this hospital, and there are quite a few posts mentionin...I have never been to Japan and I don't know any Japanese people.

"Huh... what kind of writing is this..." Chen Ru, who was using a computer to create a restoration picture, suddenly put on her glasses and looked closely at the screen.

Words are very important information, I immediately went over and bent down to look. Even the foreman for this landowner came over to take a look...Actually, he might know more than us.

The screen cuts to a close-up shot of the corpse in the coffin.

A suspended mechanical arm brought the camera lens right up to the face of the corpse—though a sheet of crystal separated them, even at this close distance, you could clearly see the hair and eyelashes.

In the tattered cloth scattered around the Corpse's head, Chen Ru discovered some faint strokes of calligraphy, already broken and scattered, without complete characters.

"What the hell is this drawing" Chong Mo said impatiently. "Open the coffin and take a look."

"No!" Chen Ru suddenly stood up, startling me into taking a step back.

She frowned and said seriously, "This kind of corpse can't be touched without professional protection. Touching it will destroy it! Before, in an ancient tomb, there was a covered peach that was found. As soon as they opened a slit, it turned to dust! Absolutely don't touch things randomly."

Qi... Chongmo curled his lips in disdain, but didn't dare to move rashly.

My phone suddenly vibrated twice. I strained to pull it out and look, and it was a message from my brother.

— Xiao Qiao, I asked a few old acquaintances in the circle, and they said this corpse had rumors circulating within the circle! Don't move rashly first, I'll send you the information I found.

My brother is really amazing, he can find insider information about anything

I am clumsily replying, when I hear a faint hiss: ...

"What noise!" I got goosebumps all over and looked at Chongmo.

Chong silently furrowed his brow, his sinister gaze fixed on the dark and damp ventilation shaft outside. He sneered softly, "It seems... your shaman companion couldn't stop those who were following you."

What's going on Wasn't Mu Wanchen supposed to get off and intercept them

Could he have made a mistake

Shun squinted his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura. I glanced at Chen Ruo, who was completely defenseless, then at the ghoul that had just entered the special room. I cautiously suggested: "Maybe... you should take a look If we fight in this lab, it's probably impossible to reconstruct the diagram."

"Are you ordering me around" Chongmo glared at me fiercely.

"Yes, please, yes, please... I'm doing things for your Demon Lord, you see."

Chongmo snorted and turned to walk out.

I quickly turned to Chen Ruo and said, "Hurry up and scan. Backup what you can, upload everything to the cloud that you can. I have a bad feeling about this place!"

"Ah!" Chen Ru said distressedly: "This isn't something that can be done in a few minutes, it would take at least dozens of hours..."

"Hurry up and take a picture of this, zoom in, and send it to my brother," I urged Chen Ruo anxiously.

Bang—

A muffled sound came from outside, and I felt anxious. I quickly took off my work clothes, disregarding any rules or regulations.

If you're really here to find me, then I have to stop you outside. I can't let you come in and disturb Chen Ruo's work, and we can't fight here and damage the equipment—we need these devices to create the reconstruction diagrams.

I just wanted to run out and intercept him, but I didn't expect that there would be any consequences for not wearing a work uniform and passing through the special channel.

The wind in the air duct hit me like a high-pressure water gun, it was painful. Luckily the passage was short, and I dashed out, crashing into Chongmo's back.

"What are you doing!" Chongmo snarled, raising his hand as if to throw me aside.

"Sorry, sorry." I hid my head and ducked away.

Chong Mo's raised fist froze mid-air, his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but scoff: "What kind of idiot are you! Your hair looks like a bird's nest!"

I don't want to either, my face hurts from the wind. If I didn't have a little bit of skill, I bet my lips would be blown out of shape.

"What's going on out there" I quickly wiped my hair and looked around.

This spacious mourning hall only had one side lamp lit, providing insufficient light. I vaguely saw a pool of water on the ground reflecting slightly.

"What did you just attack" I asked Chongmo.

"I haven't even made a move yet, is it your companion from the witch tribe"

"What is that puddle on the ground" I couldn't help but pull out my flashlight, adjusting the light to its brightest setting and shining it along the wall.

As soon as the light hit it, I could faintly feel the water on the ground moving.

Just like uncured glue, being pulled outwards by some force.

This feeling was a bit sickening. I used my small flashlight and shone it along the corner of the wall, and suddenly a round head popped out from the water!

I jumped in fright and reflexively activated the Yao Lei Jue. A bolt of thunder struck, causing the viscous liquid on the ground to splatter everywhere.

"Are you really stupid or faking it!" Chong Mo raised his hand, the weapon in his hand—whether a knife or a sword, I couldn't tell—whirled through the air, sending a gust of wind that knocked away some of the viscous goo flying towards me.

"I, I saw something pop up its head, and I couldn't help myself… What in the world are these things" I didn't dare go any closer.

"It's probably an Emishi magic trick... hey," Chongmo suddenly called to me.

"Huh"

"Run that way, don't look back, just run until you get out." He gestured for me to run towards the opposite wall, hugging it as I ran past the door.

"... I don't understand what he wants to do."

"What are you doing just standing there! Don't you want to protect this lab" Chong roared angrily.

This guy sure has a bad temper, but... he seems to be protecting me (us) now (corpse)

I turned my head and ran toward the side without a wall lamp. The puddle on the ground once again solidified into an oval-shaped head, suddenly erupting like a giant python lunging at me.

"Ahhhh!" I jumped back in fright, not seeing the distance. I crashed headfirst into a pillar in the darkness.

When I was in so much pain that tears streamed down my face, a sudden, piercing stench hit the top of my head.

A crack opened in the darkness, a silent summoning call bringing forth the all-consuming beast. Its maw, a cavern of blood, ripped open the viscous giant serpent, severing it clean in half. Then, space slammed shut with blinding speed, leaving not a trace behind.

Tap.

The remaining half of the "python" fell to the ground again, transforming back into a pool of viscous liquid that slowly oozed out.

“This is… converging…” Chongmo looked thoughtful, his face half-lit and half-shadowed.

"Hey, you made me run, so I'm bait, right!" It suddenly dawned on me.

Chongmo let out a cold snort: "You're not running How can I be sure this thing is looking for someone specific"

Well, I'm embarrassed! I actually believed you!

Another elliptical head emerged from the slime on the ground. It was probably the result of the demon beast having swallowed a portion earlier. This one was much smaller, but it still trembled and pointed at me.

"Get out of here, it's going to get messy in here." Chong urged me.

Yes, yes, yes, how did you, old man, develop such a temper

I ran to the front door, and a silver-threaded net came flying at me. I had a premonition, so I ducked and crouched down to avoid it.

Mu Wanchen stood outside. He reached out and pulled me up, pushing me aside. He asked calmly, "How did you get out here"

"Is someone looking for me" I asked straight away.

Mu Wanchen nodded slightly and said, "The visitor is not kind."

He must be trying to stop whoever's coming for me again, and dealing with that band of "water monsters" who ambushed and followed me.

I sniffed, clutching the Zijiao Ruyi tightly in the bone-chilling night wind. I instinctively stood back-to-back with Mu Wanchen, on guard against any dangers from behind.

As I parked my car, a dark figure slowly walked towards me.

I secretly raised my guard—this must be the “monk” that Old Chen, who had come to my shop, was talking about.

Because that bald head was really eye-catching!

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