The tiger-slaying operation, which mobilized the powerful firearms of the Shenji Camp, came to an end.
The Tiger King was killed.
However, Wei Yuan's heart was still complicated. The mountain temple had been destroyed by continuous rocket bombings. After the dead 'Mountain King' had no breath, the last part of the mountain temple with a bang collapsed directly, and the previously hard beams were visibly rotten.
The rear troops quickly climbed up Crouching Tiger Mountain.
A mass grave was found behind the mountain temple.
The missing people were all inside, a full hundred people, all killed by monsters.
Such a scene is shocking in China, which has enjoyed peace for a long time.
When the soldiers began to deal with this mountain temple, Wei Yuan looked at the huge tiger corpse. The Crouching Tiger waist badge still gave off a burning feeling. He drew out the broken sword and followed the feeling from the waist badge to find the part with the strongest sensation.
It was the bird-faced sore.
Pull out the broken sword, pierce the bird-faced sore, and cut it open.
A low tiger roar sounded in my ears, and then there was the sound of unwilling birds singing. Extreme resentment and anger gathered in the bird-faced sore, causing a strong wind, and finally turned into a feather with a delicate texture, slowly falling on Wei Yuan's palm, with a faint crazy breath of demons choosing people to devour, and then covered by the crouching tiger waist card.
The feather was sucked into the waist card.
"What happened?"
Zhou Yi stood by, Wei Yuan put away the broken sword, and didn't know how to explain it for a while. After thinking for a while, he said:
"There is a bird-faced sore on Tiger King."
"And there are still doubts about this matter."
He put away the sword and said: "The real mountain king may still be alive."
.........
Rear command center.
Wei Yuan and the first batch of special forces soldiers who went up the mountain, members of the special operations team have all returned.
But he felt that the eyes of the people around him looking at him were a little strange.
It's a bit like watching rare animals in a zoo.
The officer with a calm expression looked at Wei Yuan with a complicated look. After listening to him saying that Shanjun might be alive, he was silent for a while and said, "First of all, before that... we need to confirm Mr. Wei Yuan, your identity."
"Identity?"
The officer nodded.
This is in the military camp, and he also wants to confirm the doubts in his heart. Tiger King did say that, but his reason told him that even the most advanced people could not live as long as monsters. After thinking about it, he chose the most direct style of a soldier, asked, and pressed a button.
In the last part of the communication just now, Shanjun's words echoed in the room. The communicator who was in the back had experienced a shock before, and was able to maintain the expression on his face. However, Zhou Yi and other members who went up the mountain together suddenly changed their faces. They turned their heads to look at Wei Yuan who was holding the sword, as if they saw an old monster.
Several Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion stared at him, as if they were ready to carry him back to the mountain once they admitted it.
The living ancestor must be tied back.
Wei Yuan was stunned and said, "This information was interfered by the demonic power."
He explained with a smile: "At that time, Tiger Lord said that it was you, not me. The next sentence he said was, 'Your ancestors suppressed me here'. As for the mention of Zhang Daoling Tianshi..."
Wei Yuan paused and said casually:
"It's probably because the talisman I used was cast by the Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion."
"So he recognized me as a disciple of Tianshi Mansion, saying that Zhang Tianshi was gone, so he took revenge on me, a junior. Do you really believe that I am an ancient cultivator from two thousand years ago? The first generation of Zhang Tianshi has already passed away, so why can I live until now?"
"And my place of origin and files should be in the Ministry of Households database."
"This can't be fake, right?"
Wei Yuan looked calm, and what he said was completely explainable.
Moreover, compared to the fact that he was an elder of the same generation as Zhang Daoling, his statement was more convincing and more in line with modern people's common sense. At least everyone could accept it more and were more willing to accept it. The officer exhaled slowly and said:
"So that's the case. It seems to be just a misunderstanding."
"But Mr. Wei, you just said that Tiger King is not dead. What do you mean?"
Wei Yuan pondered for a moment and said:
"When I was cleaning up the ancestral house, I found a fragment of an ancient book with a portrait of the demon in this mountain temple, so I brought it with me. , when the Painted Skin Bone Girl was killed before, part of the portrait went dark, and when Tiger King was killed just now, it was not Tiger King that went dark, but his subordinates. "
"And Tiger King has bird-faced sores on his body, I suspect we killed only his substitute."
......
Just when he came down the mountain, Wei Yuan had quietly printed the Crouching Tiger waist badge on a piece of white paper, making the portraits with a hint of spiritual charm appear on the white paper. When erasing the two demons, the burning-like situation also made the white paper turn yellow and extremely old.
Submit this volume of strange powers to the army.
After Wei Yuan saw the video of the special operations team members and a white-haired old man.
The complexion was not very good.
The old man looked in the direction of Wei Yuan, smiled slightly, and then ended the video.
The Taoist priest from the Tianshi Mansion who had previously cast the evil-breaking talisman on Wei Yuan said:
"According to my elders from the Tianshi Mansion, there are indeed similar methods, but this is usually used after defeating a demon. For some reason, it cannot be killed and can only be sealed. In order to remind the guardian when the demon shows unusual movements, a trace of the demon's soul is hidden in it."
"So that mountain king is really still alive, and no one knows where he ran to."
The faces of the people darkened a little.
Wei Yuan thought of what the Bone Girl Painted Skin said when she begged for mercy.
An ordinary rich girl in ancient times became cunning and treacherous after thousands of years.
Not to mention a tiger in the mountains with unknown skills.
The ancient great demon, the opponent of the first generation of Tianshi Zhang Daoling, is certainly not such a simple character.
But if the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up, and you can eat as much food as you want.
His current strength was enough to deal with some small monsters, but he should leave the big monsters to the Taoist masters and Zen masters of this generation. He had a bunch of talismans, but he could only fight with the weak fakes. For the real big monsters, he could only slide and deliver a takeaway meal.
Seeing that he had nothing to do next, Wei Yuan took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.
After Wei Yuan left, the officer drank a sip of water. The communicator next to him took off his glasses and said in a familiar tone: "... Lao Li, do you really believe what Wei Yuan said? There is nothing wrong with his file, it is normal, but combined with his skills, it is quite abnormal."
"And there are many coincidences in what he said just now. I can conclude that it is not that simple."
The officer shook his head and interrupted him, saying:
"Okay, okay, stop..."
"Everyone has secrets. People have helped us, there is no need to dig into the details."
"And if it is true, if it is really an old monster, do you really want to have another living ancestor in your sect? Old friend of Zhang Daoling, what do you want the contemporary old master to do? The old master doesn't care, but there are still the old master's disciples. What will they think?"
"It's better to have less trouble than more. He said he was an ordinary person, so that's it..."
"My Shenzhou is so big that it can accommodate these so-called strange people."
......
Zhang Yue ended a day's live broadcast.
As his fame grew, he had quit his original job and no longer had to drive fast outside, let alone do live broadcasts in the early morning.
Today, a wealthy fan made a bold statement on the spot that if he could eat a whole sheep tomorrow, he would get a big reward.
That was a number that Zhang Yue was looking forward to.
But he knew his appetite, and even if he added that seasoning, he couldn't eat a whole sheep.
What should he do?
Zhang Yue thought while putting the food on the table.
His daughter sat opposite him obediently, but her face seemed to be a little paler.
Zhang Yue picked up some food for his daughter, and then thought about this problem while eating. The little girl looked at her father carefully and said:
"Dad, Dad, why are your teeth getting sharper and sharper?"
Zhang Yue smiled and said: "If your teeth are not sharp, how can you bite bones and chew muscles and eat them?"
The little girl nodded, and then whispered:
"Dad, Dad, why are your eyes getting redder and redder?"
Zhang Yue replied: "Is it because you look at the screen every day, and your eyes are red?"
"Dad, Dad, you eat so much, why is your face getting more and more pale?"
Zhang Yue smiled and replied: "Maybe you don't eat enough?"
"If you don't do this, how can you cure your illness?"
He thought of how to eat a sheep, add more of that seasoning, and it should be fine.
The little girl lowered her head and whispered:
"But, Dad, Dad."
"I'm not sick..."