The next day, before dawn, Director Huang arrived with his support team.

Thunder himself guarded, the medical team, the ancient book restoration department, the Dangerous Goods Management Center, the Research Institute, and the Archives Department were in place... The wild cemetery outside Qingping Town was crowded with people for a while.

The residents nearby were unclear, and when they saw this scene from afar, they thought they were coming to demolish the ancestral tombs. The local middle-aged and elderly yangko team quickly organized themselves, pulled up the hemp rope for hanging, came with mourning clothes, and prepared to fight against the evil forces to the end.

Xuan Ji was exhausted by the miasma of the inner demons and did not sleep all night. As the person in charge of the aftermath department, he had to bite the bullet and be pushed to the "front line" and faced the howling group, and wanted to join them.

"The emergency public relations for our aftermath have not yet been decided!" Luo Cuicui was so anxious that she was sprouting. "I originally planned to discuss the finalization this morning, why did they get up so early..."

"Stop discussing it," Ping Qian ran back in a panic and sent a frontline battle report, "Our director just verbally finalized it."

Luo Cuicui hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"He said there was a secret arsenal left by the enemy during the war. It contained poisonous gas, explosives and biological weapons. It was shocked by an earthquake yesterday... Brother Luo, Brother Luo, don't be excited! It's winter now!"

Before Luo Cuicui finished listening, the branches and leaves had already grown out like a squirting. After a while, it became a human-shaped green plant landscape. Under the spring, he covered his heart and trembled: "He was born to write a rumor-making article. Is this the master's pen to the master in 2012? What's the matter? It's an earthquake! Where did I go to make a 'earthquake that happened yesterday' for him..."

"I'll do it." A voice came from behind.

Luo Cuicui, who was jumping, heard the sound, and her whole body was trembling. A green strip on her forehead drooped to her nose. He quickly stroked his skin back, politely laughed at His Majesty with eight teeth, and his attitude turned 180 degrees: "This, look... how can we cooperate?"

"Just lend me your 'echophone' again." Sheng Lingyuan tidied up his sleeves and glanced at Luo Cuicui. The people in the aftermath department did not go deep into the miasma of the inner demons the day before, and they didn't know that he was not a "sword spirit". The little girl...even the young man who was particularly sensitive to others was confused. Only this Green Idiot Spirit felt very well-behaved, as if he had noticed something.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled at him: "People have just recovered from the miasma of the inner demon, and their minds cannot be said to be completely awake. Just blow a little wind."

"Yes, I thought the term 'earthquake' was reliable yesterday. It was reasonable for broken roads and damaged houses. As long as it was not near the epicenter, it was normal for someone to feel it. It was not easy for people to be suspicious. Our leader is not at this level." Luo Cuicui was full of enthusiasm, and nodded again with his head, leaning forward and backward, as if performing the pantomime version of "Meeting a soulmate in the mountains and flowing waters", "I'll arrange my work now."

After saying that, he ran away like a workaholic. By passing by Director Huang, he even made a high-profile appearance: "It is still the leader who is open-minded and allows us to take advantage of the situation in an emergency. You are really the decisive needle!"

Ping Qianru: “…”

She felt that she might have been affected by the echoed audio, and her memory suddenly blurred. She was unable to tell whether she was operating in a nervous manner or whether she had turned the tide after special approval.

Director Huang received a briefing from Feng Shen the day before, and led Xiao Zheng and Gu Yuexi, who were still pale, to come over. Wang Ze couldn't come. Old Wang said nonsense in front of "Sheng Xiao" the day before. Even though he was three feet thick in front of him, he was embarrassed and went to the ground.

Director Huang looked at "Sheng Xiao" from a distance and his head was twice wide.

Although the origin of this mysterious and powerful figure was not understood, Huang Du vaguely reached the view of unity between man and nature with the Heavenly Dao - the small world really could not accommodate such a big Buddha.

This big man now seems to have the same interests as them. Will there be risks in the future? How big is the risk?

Should this matter be reported or not? How to determine the level of confidentiality? Should we inform the international special talents society?

Also, if he is really a "Your Majesty", what treatment should the bureau give him?

What if he asks for restoration?

Director Huang has been good at dancing all his life. He thought he had seen many big scenes and had never dealt with the "living historical issues". He was writing the draft all the way, and he took a step by step to consider Sheng Lingyuan, but he didn't write the draft well.

He didn't even know how to say hello - kneeling down and kowtowing was feudal dregs, and he was a cadre, so this would definitely not work.

Then shake hands? Nod and bow with your head? Hold your fists and bow... Which hand should you bow with?

Besides, they didn’t know whether they were wrong before, but now they “know”. Will they be misunderstood by others as deceiving the emperor?

As soon as the antique word "deceived the king" appeared, the antique word that had been deported by modern Chinese, Huang immediately suffered a toothache and his steps became a little heavier.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled, saw him from afar, and spoke first: "I carved the Vermilion Bird Bones Seal of Chiyuan, and I came uninvited to... after-sales service."

Director Huang: "…"

What kind of mixed people and words are these?

Poor that the old Huang Director is about to retire, he witnessed a "Guan Yunchang fights Qin Shubao" with his own eyes, and his three views are almost broken.

His Majesty asked politely: "What? I'm saying this on TV, is it inappropriate to use?"

“…then, that’s not.”

"Those who enter the countryside follow the customs," Sheng Lingyuan said calmly, "Whatever you call me is, it will be as convenient as you do, just like before. It's the same as before. When Gaoshanren Weiyu called His Majesty in person, he was also dirty behind his back, so there was no need to pay attention to those."

Director Huang: "…"

It can be said that Wei Yu's dirty words were awesome for a moment, and after that, he was cut into pieces and sank the sea for three thousand years.

At this time, Luo Cuicui shouted and called the echoing audio. Sheng Lingyuan took a look at Xuan Ji, who had been completely integrated into the masses from afar, and then said to Director Huang softly: "I am not a human being, and I will not stay for too long. Except for Chiyuan, I will not ask about the right and wrong of your appearance. You can treat me as an antique artifact... Except for inconvenient exhibitions, the other natures are similar. Everyone is cheap, is it okay?"

Director Huang was stunned for a moment and found that before he could speak, the other party had already held down his doubts in his heart one by one.

Mr. Sheng looks like he stands with him. If he is his son, others have to praise the old man for his response to his late marriage and late childbirth. However, when communicating with others, not only does he not think that the other person is a young man, but he also feels like he is being led away by others.

Xuan Ji spent fifteen minutes telling a sensational story. Behind him, Yishui was wearing chemical protective suits and waiting for the front line, running by in unison. This scene turned the half-believing and half-doubted people into a deep belief.

In this way, Xuan Ji went from being a "capitalist lackey" to a good public servant who "served the people and rushed to the front line of danger."

When Yang Chao went to deliver him a resounding audio shield, he found that he was sitting cross-legged on a big rock, holding a handful of hazelnuts that he didn't know who gave him, and chatted with several old people about the heroic stories on this land.

Sheng Lingyuan held the Tao Wu, which had already been very bright, and hid in the forest from afar, staring at Xuan Ji who was busy there, and casually put on a small tune.

The echoing audio immediately emits waves that cannot be captured by the human ears, spreading the information in the sound. Wherever the echoing sound is transmitted, the will of a mortal will involuntarily be suppressed by the person who plays the song, and naturally accepts the impression of "earthquake" and automatically finds explanations for the various strange phenomena on the day before.

With Xuan Ji's spiritual sense that had been beaten by Nirvana for more than three thousand years, the echoing audio machine had no effect on him as a walkman, so he did not wear a shield. Hearing the sound, he was suddenly stunned and keenly felt that not only the information of the earthquake was only in the sound, but also the hint of fear and anxiety were hidden.

The crowd of people who were talking nonsense was strangely quiet for a moment, and the eyes of the old man who was the main storyteller instantly dissipated for a moment before he refocused. Just then, the elite team of Thunder and the "Disaster Management Center" joined forces to remove the mummy butterfly from the door. As soon as he lifted it to the ground, the curse breath left on the butterfly's body made the crows in the forest scream and flew away, and the stinky wind scented with the smell of rotten wind.

People's faces were visible to the naked eye and dispersed at the same time.

The leading man swallowed and asked Xuan Ji: "The things inside will not be leaked, right? That's what's called? Poison gas...radiation or something?"

Xuan Ji hid the hazelnut shell under his tongue and said seriously: "It's hard to say, depending on the degree of damage caused by the earthquake, I can't guarantee you."

"If it leaks..."

"We will organize the evacuation of the masses as soon as possible, and we hope that everyone will cooperate with our work. After we go back, we will remind neighbors to block the road and go by. Pay attention to local official news at any time," Xuan Ji said. "We will notify everyone immediately if there is any change in things - no matter what, for safety, it is best not to come here during this period, especially for the elderly and children in poor health."

The sound of the silence rolled up a sharp high note, as if he thought there were too many idle people waiting around him. I wonder if it was Xuan Ji's illusion, but the sound passed by and the crowd retreated again. Before the few sections were finished, the people who came to protest had already scattered cleanly and discussed going home to buy salt.

As soon as the people dispersed, the sound of the anthems calmed down, as if the few fancy accents that scared people just now were all illusions.

Xuan Ji's ear suddenly became quiet, and his attention was gone. He immediately pressed back to Sheng Lingyuan like iron filings beside the magnet.

He stood outside the blockade and lit a cigarette, and a trace of random thoughts rose in his heart with difficulty... Did Lingyuan hate the crowd that he deliberately dispersed because he was surrounded by too many people?

With such a fleeting thought, his palms were sweating. Xuan Ji quickly stuffed a piece of cigarette that had already burned into his mouth, forcibly cut off his thoughts with a slight hypoxia suffocation. He forced himself to correct his mindset: "What are you thinking? You must think that I am not doing things well."

Although he was strictly guarding himself for being self-indulgent, Xuan Ji couldn't help but suck the sound of the jar repeatedly, trying to hear some meaning from the music, and both joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were good. As a result, he was almost brainwashed by the echoing audio machine and believed that the earthquake was shocked. He only heard that Sheng Lingyuan was not playing the minor tune, but was the suburban music that Duan was sleepy.

"Jiaoshe" is a national ceremony for worshipping heaven and earth. The pottery is shoddy and inconsistent. Even if the legendary Zu Feng comes, he cannot hold up any big scene with this thing. A piece of elegant music was blown by Sheng Lingyuan like a mourning. If you insist on reading comprehension, you can probably analyze it from it that the blowers are disrespectful to heaven and earth, mocking the gods, and are a great devil with a strong and poor quality.

Xuan Ji came out of his mind for a while, the smoke was burning out, and the sound of the thief stopped. He smiled bitterly, turned around and walked into the grave.

The inner demon miasma will cause people to have memory disorders, and it is not a problem to give a little hint. Once the leaked poison gas laboratory news is leaked, people have spontaneously closed roads and set up signs, and they are too cautious to avoid having to meddle in other people's business.

Sheng Lingyuan blew a short piece of music and then stopped the till. He waited for Xuan Ji underground. When he smelled the choking smoke on his body, he first slapped slightly, and then he persuaded with a kind look: "It's poisonous, please don't smoke."

Xuan Ji immediately took out most of the remaining cigarettes on his body and stuffed them to Luo Cuicui who came over.

Luo Cuicui originally wanted to follow her boss and wait for an opportunity to show off, but before she could say anything, she was stuffed with a cigarette. What's the point of stuffing a cigarette with a flammable and explosive plant-based plant-based cigarette? As long as the intern who was not straight-eyed understands it - it just hints him to get away.

Luo Cuicui, who was despised, was injured. She held this box of "Little Shoes" cigarettes and rolled to the side with her eyes drooping, leaving her lonely alone.

Xuan Ji's mind was only turned around after walking several meters away. He realized that he had done something stupid just now, and then turned to Luo Cuicui to see anyone.

"Follow me to come in and see." Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand in front without looking back, and said with interest, "Look at the clam that has the ability to live in my Qingping Department, what kind of family has you saved for yourself over the years."

Xuan Ji followed silently, and his heart, which was beating because of concern, cooled down again - his body was refined from the Chiyuan magma. Not to mention this little poisonous smoke, even if the paraquat is soaked with poisonous rats, it can be used as health soup (note).

Your Majesty's "care" is purely redundant, and it is closer to the so-called "social" words.

During the time when the Nirvana Stone was shattered, he was always very fierce in smoking because of his brains. Even his colleagues noticed that His Majesty had never talked nonsense. Why did he need "social rhetoric" now? Xuan Ji could only feel that Ling Yuan was more cautious and alienated to him... He even cleaned up his willful and domineering devil, picked up the crown thrown by Chi Yuan, and became the Human Emperor in front of him.

The Danger Management Center and Gu Xiuke of the Bureau of the Different Control Bureau still have a few brushes. Dr. Wang was wearing dragonfly-like reading glasses and trembling commands. Combining various protective gears and detection tools, he had already cleaned the traps at the door in an orderly manner.

A plant-based fieldwork wearing chemical-proof clothing carefully tore off the seal on the door with a branch.

"There is no abnormality in infrared detection."

“Energy detection fluctuations are acceptable.”

"The air purification equipment is ready--"

The pupils of Gu Yuexi returned to normal state when she looked into perspective. She raised her thumb up at Dr. Wang. Director Huang, not far away, nodded when he saw the gesture.

"Open the countdown...five, four, three, two, one...hiss!"

The warehouse door slowly opened, and everyone except Gu Yuexi, who had seen something, took a breath.

"This... I had known what kind of work I had been to, wouldn't it be better to be recruited by Grandma Yu?" Zhang Zhao said nothing, and his boss Wang Ze knocked on the back of the head.

I saw that the space in the warehouse was so spacious that it was beyond imagination. There were several high walls of gold bars and gold bricks piled at the door. When the flashlight was swept, the reflection could blind people's eyes.

There are about a hundred large wooden boxes more than half a person tall next to them. Over the years, many of the woods have been put a little badly. Various orbs and corals, red jadeite, green jade, and small counterfeit jewelry that cost five yuan per pound, piled up together, and gems of cat eyes are all over the place.

"No wonder," Wang Ze brought the Feng Shen who was exploring the way in. "Mr. Yuede was so poor that he was almost going to go to the battle with the immortals himself, making his reputation a virtue. Other bulk organizations asked members to do whatever they should do, and they were responsible for their own profits and losses, so they had no cohesion. In his family, they raised countless disciples and grandchildren, and all kinds of precious props under their hands, and never saw any shortage of funds - Xianyun Yehe wanted the family's foundation."

"Grandma Yu has accounts in several major banks in China and abroad, and has two trusts in her hand. I thought this was all public information." Xiao Zheng smiled half-sufferedly, "Money is really a good thing... What is this?"

Behind the messy gold and silver jewelry was a small altar with a pitch-black stone in the middle, which was poked there like Hammurabi's code. All the field offices stopped automatically ten steps away, and no one dared to approach the ordinary stone.

Xiao Zheng calmed down and took a tentative step forward. He immediately felt like his hair was standing up. At the same time, the abnormal energy detector on his body screamed and reminded him that there was unknown radiation.

"This is a 'forbidden stone'!" Dr. Wang walked over with the help of several researchers. He couldn't reach it. He wanted to shoot his eyes out and see clearly. "The ancient books record that this stone was born and grown in the earth. Only this piece of creatures must stop ten steps away. There is also legend that this thing was peeled off from the Nether Stone. Once all the decrees were burned, they were comparable to the heavenly rule. Violators would be punished by heaven... It really exists, but it really exists..."

Xiao Zheng: "Then what is engraved on it?"
To be continued...