"I..." The smile on his face froze and even turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at his reaction, my heart that had just relaxed was immediately tightened again, holding my breath and staring at him tightly.

"Kong Wen, just tell me what you have. You have seen the current situation, so what else can you hide?"

"I'm not trying to hide it, I just don't know what to say." He explained anxiously, "I've seen this in one of my father's books before, but his book is similar to the Sanhai Jing, which is too old and strange. Although the book is very ridiculous, I have recorded a lot because it is interesting. Who knows what is written in it is true!"

"What is true?" The fingers placed beside me moved. I blinked my eyes and asked hoarsely, "Is there any record of Yin and Yang Messeng?"

"Yes," he glanced at me strangely, "How did you know?"

"Didn't you say it's strange? Just ask randomly, what is said in the book? Don't there be such a very powerful person in the novel?"

"Well, sometimes the novels are not necessarily fake. Novels are based on realism and imagine themselves."

He scratched his cheeks, glanced at Brother Fengyu who was listening seriously, and plucked up the courage to get up from the small stool, jumped to me and sit down.

“Master, this is what is written in the book.

The three realms of the world, the Yang realm, the Yin realm, the Spirit realm, and the Yang realm are places where ordinary people live, but they are the most chaotic. The Yin realm is where creatures should go after death, and the Spirit realm is where the monsters are located. The three realms are interconnected, but they are not allowed to travel casually.

However, in order to maintain the balance of the three realms, there are Yin and Yang Memorials. They seem to be like ordinary people, but they are not old and die. Among them, Yangming Memorials are mainly responsible for the stability of the Yang Realm and catch the spirits and monsters, while Yinming Memorials focus on supervising the Yin Realm and being responsible for catching ghosts.

However, Yinmingsi appeared later than Yangmingsi. Before that, Yangmingsi was responsible for everything, so Yangmingsi is generally stronger than Yinmingsi. However, Yinmingsi's potential is greater than Yangmingsi.

The book says that Yangmingsi all came from an ancient family. Every time the fall of Yangmingsi, they would sacrifice a child in the clan and cultivate this child into a weapon in an extremely cruel way. This child is the future Yangmingsi.

However, not every child can grow up successfully, and it is more likely to die halfway through. Although this family has produced several Yangmingsi, most of the time, the child's death ends. Because of the continuous sacrifice of children, the offspring of this family is very thin.

In fact, I completely suspect that the family in the book may have been gone long ago.

Yinmingsi is completely born. To be precise, Yangmingsi is the Yang Difference for sacrifice, while Yinmingsi is the Yin Difference selected without any human factors. However, Yangmingsi can sense Yin Mingsi.

Yangmingsi and Yinmingsi are like twin brothers.

In fact, Yangmingsi is quite pitiful. An ordinary person is used to sacrifice and bears a mission that does not belong to him. And if he encounters a bad Yinmingsi, it will be even worse.

Before Yinmingsi discovered its potential, they were ordinary people, and they could be ordinary people with any virtue in our lives. There are so many Yangmingsi bought by their partners.

However, Yangmingsi's personality is generally cold because of his childhood experience and special mission."

Trying to calm down my emotions, I asked slowly: "Are there many Yin and Yang Means in this world?"

"How is it possible? They are all unique.

Yangmingsi's sacrifice is to sacrifice to the managers of the Yin Realm, and Yin Ming Li's selection is also the managers of the Yin Realm. In order to prevent Yin and Yang Li from causing irreparable consequences, there are not many Yin and Yang Li, and there are only two people in each generation."

"How do you know if Yin and Yang Si are dead?"

"..." He choked and felt a little depressed, "How can I know that it was not written in the book? But no matter whether Yangmingsi died or not, the mysterious family had never stopped cultivating the new Yangmingsi."

"Master, are you very interested in this? Actually, I think it's all nonsense, too fake. Even if the others are real, it can't be true. What Yin-Yang Messenger is almost like a god."

"Yes." He ignored the vagueness and asked in a pretentious manner, "Calm down now, tell me what happened to you just now."

"Actually, it's okay, I just think it's too incredible. Now thinking about it, I think I should think too much." He blushed with shame and swept everyone in the room with embarrassment. "What's so magical, we don't have such a good luck to meet it casually."

This is not something you can encounter casually. Thinking of the call for help from the Crime Team, I urged: "Don't delay, hurry up."

"Then...even if the book says, the legend says that in a very ancient period, there was a strange family, who helped others get promoted and made money, and many tribe members even worked as national teachers around the ancient emperors, praying for good weather and peace and prosperity.

This family is called the corpse-raising clan, and they use the luck of the dead to make themselves prosperous. However, this type of person usually fails to die in the end.

The corpse raising tribe likes cold and cold places, planting locust trees in the West Mountains, and using the extremely yin Feng Shui to raise zombies.

This is the corpse-raising clan.”

After saying that, Kong Wen's eyes turned, his eyes shrank away from Fengyu, and looked at Tang Youqi, "Brother, is there any water?"

"Yes." Tang Youqi, who was so obsessed with hearing this, picked up Wanglaoji next to him and threw him over in the air.

"Thank you." He took the can and pulled it open, and hurriedly took a few mouthfuls. Kong Wen continued, "The book says that the corpse raising tribe is very bad and insidious. In addition, the corpse raising tribe is also deceiving and killing ordinary people and stealing corpses. Moreover, the corpse raising tribe is good at controlling corpses, and almost no one is their opponent, not to mention that the corpse hiding places are deep mountains and forests, which is difficult to find."

"There are records in the book that a sect once launched an encirclement and suppression of the corpse-raising clan, but the corpse-raising clan controlled a whole mountain of zombies, and all the people who went to encircle and suppress were wiped out, and none of them survived."

As he said that, he licked his dry lips, took another sip of the drink, and cast a begging look at me: "Master, such a strange thing must be fake, such an ancient book, who knows if the author is talking nonsense."

In fact, Kong Wen had already had a guess in his heart, and asking me was just a lucky person to deceive myself. At this time, it was naturally impossible for me to say anything comforting.

The eyes of the air above the sky were condensed for a few seconds before I replied: "When true or false, false or false, true or false. What is the difference between true or false? Try not to go to the nearby mountains, let's leave here early."

No diamonds, no porcelain work.

Compared to my friend's safety, I thought that call was not accepted. I had never lost it. I could uphold the morality of the police with a high sound. I had lost it, and that morality seemed humble and ridiculous.

Whether it is a strong emotion or a strong righteousness is not something that can be explained clearly in just a few sentences.

Some good things can be done, some morals can be kept, and some justice can be done without doing anything.

Without looking at Kong Wen's disappointed eyes, I lowered my head and found the weapon on my body.

There were no more daggers. The previous underworld weapon was trapped by the old lady, and I still carried these two with me.

"I'm just two of them. Where are you, Brother Fengyu?" I spread the weapon on the bamboo sofa and looked up.

"I don't have many here." He said, taking the dagger and gun from his waist and walking over, and putting it next to me.

"Hey! Gun! Really?"

A scream sounded from behind, followed by the sound of the friction of the clothes. In the blink of an eye, Tang Youqi had already come to the front, "Is this a real guy? Who are you? You are in the underworld?"

"No." Holding the silver pistol, silently rejecting his hand that came over, "Police, we are legally equipped with guns."

"Puff——Police? You haven't graduated from college yet." He smiled and withdrew his hand regretfully, "Can I borrow that gun? You are going to allocate weapons. I'm carrying Xiaoyu, and it's inconvenient to use a dagger."

"The gun is not borrowed." As I spoke, I stuffed the gun back into Brother Fengyu's hand, "Pick up the daggers at will, one by one, and give them back to me after I go out."

"Is it going to pay it back?" Isn't it just a dagger so stingy? "This thing is so short, any branch is better than this, right?" Tang Youqi gestured at the dagger in his hand, showing doubts and disgust.
Chapter completed!