soul collector

When Tang Xiu opened his eyes the next morning, he was still sitting on the ground, and there was a stiff pain deep in his back.He stood up slowly, cleaned up the wine bottles that were rolling around on the floor, went to the kitchen and wanted to throw them into the trash can, but he opened the lid and it was already half full, which Jiang Qiao hadn't had time to throw out yesterday.

Tang Xiu suddenly understood, it seemed that since he had that guy by his side, he had never done such trivial tasks as taking out trash and washing clothes.Jiang Qiao loves to put on airs in front of outsiders, but he is extremely diligent when he returns home.

There was no emotion on the old ancestor's face, and his skin after a night of drunkenness showed an almost transparent paleness.

Throw the wine bottle into the bucket, then remove the garbage bag, hold it in your hand and plan to take it out and throw it away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the unit door, he was instantly surrounded by reporters outside.

"Tang Xiu! Do you know the whereabouts of director Jiang Qiao? It is said that he has returned to Beijing to interview new actors. Is it true?"

"It seems that the other actors are on standby in the crew, why are you the only one coming back with him?"

"You live at the opposite door, so you must know where Jiang Qiao is?"

"What do you think about Jiang Qiao forcing the actors out?"

Questions in a hurry broke the quiet morning of the community.This is a high-end residential area. Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for these reporters to come in. Tang Xiu glanced back in the crowd, and sure enough, he saw two security guards pulling the two reporters with embarrassing expressions, but they did not dare to use force. He could only repeat mechanically over and over again, "If you don't leave, we will really call the police."

Waste, like a decoration.

A sullen anger suddenly appeared on the face of the ancestor who had always been calm and calm.He ignored those black cameras that were pointed straight at his face, and he didn't care whether he would hit someone's foot. He threw his hand on the ground, and the huge kitchen garbage bag hit the ground, and there was a sound of glass breaking inside. the sound of.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Then, the group of reporters who didn't know what to do began to retreat unconsciously by coincidence, until they retreated a meter or two before barely stopping.

The camera was not turned off, but Tang Xiu didn't seem to be a public figure at all. He glanced around the crowd with a gloomy expression and asked, "It's a crime to break into a residential area without permission. You want me to sue you one by one. court?"

There was silence among the reporters.It's just that these entertainment journalists have probably worn out their skins, knowing that they are right to keep silent, but they still press the shutter button in their hands.

Tang Xiu didn't dodge these paparazzi shots like ordinary entertainers.He looked around the crowd and singled out the ones who asked the cutting questions.

"It's true that Jiang Qiao is interviewing new actors. He was appreciated by a famous director and got a great opportunity, but instead of working hard on filming, he sneaked around in the crew and became the eyes and ears of others. If this kind of person is not kicked out, is it still there?" Insects?"

Tang Xiu's voice was cold and stern. The reporter and his companion who had just asked this question looked at each other, and the ancestor sneered, "Wu Zimo is what he said. I am responsible for every word I say, and you can write the press release."

"Other actors like to stay on the set, it's their freedom. I'm willing to come back and rest for a few days, that's also my freedom, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. As the so-called most beloved actor by Director Jiang, I only have two words to comment on Wu Zimo .”

The cameras moved forward in unison, even though the hands holding the cameras were trembling.

Tang Xiu lowered his eyes slightly, and the corner of his lips raised a hint of sarcasm, "It's what you deserve."

As he spoke, he dragged the garbage bag forward, and the reporters made way for him to come out.Watching helplessly as Tang Xiu threw the garbage bag into the big trash can, and then, as if by magic, the bag split into pieces in an instant, and the contents spilled out, it was a piece of fine glass stubble, like transparent sand under the sun. .

——nobody knew what those glasses were, and everyone was intimidated.

Tang Xiu walked back a few steps, his hand was about to touch the door of the unit, and suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and glanced coldly at the reporters, and said, "I don't know where Jiang Qiao is. But I know that if you guys like him again If you disturb people's peace like a fly, you will naturally pay the price—" He paused and then said: "Everyone is welcome to make all my words and deeds public today, I am considering quitting the circle, and those who slander me will also be spared."

The words startled a thousand layers of waves, and the pile of reporters behind him immediately exploded, but no one dared to follow desperately.Tang Xiu swiped his card to enter, and the heavy unit door closed behind him, blocking out all the chirping sounds in an instant.

"Vulgar people, if my life as a soul collector is only to maintain the order of your world, it's better to really sleep together."

The black-haired young man's voice was low, and he seemed to be talking dispensable things as usual, but his black eyes were no longer the same as before.Tang Xiu returned home and looked at the soul-collecting flag. The black-and-white spirit flag was distinct, but there was a red element representing the soul-collecting person on it.

It doesn't matter black or white, those who can obtain eternal life can become demons and Buddhas with one thought.

Tang Xiu stared at No. 80 soul grid for a long time, until the depths of his black eyes gradually reflected blood.He let out a light breath, and said in a low voice: "If something happens to him, would you accompany me to chase and kill Han Yang until the world is destroyed?"

The soul-collecting banner rustled, but it didn't seem to be expressing agreement, but it seemed to be frightened by his abnormal master, trembling violently in small increments.

The old ancestor's dark eyes were dark, and he smiled with raised lips.

"I was lying to myself last night."

"The ten-thousand-year mission of the soul gatherer is not as important as him. If something happens to him, if there are any vampires who want to make a living by sucking his blood, I will slaughter all the unkind people in the world for him. If there are those One day, your No. 70 Nine Extreme Evil Soul, you should accept me too... The ancestor is indeed, it has been a long time since he started killing."

Tang Xiu said as he tore off the soul-collecting banner from the wall, "Let's go find Han Yang."

……

After calming down, Tang Xiu finally understood what he had been ignoring before—the timing of Han Yang taking Jiang Qiao away was not considered perfect, and he would meet him face to face if there was any accident.That being the case, the risk of robbing Jiang Qiao in the imperial capital is the same as the risk of robbing Jiang Qiao in Z city, why bother to lure everyone back?

There must be some restriction that Han Yang cannot get rid of.

For a whole day, Tang Xiu stayed in the small hostel where Pan Jie and Chi Long lived, constantly looking for information.

Ye Zhiheng was also called to be a coolie. He was the lowest-ranked little transparent in this room other than Chi Long. Looking at the faces of the two ancestors who were enmity with life and death, he didn't even dare to ask. I can bury my head and look at the pile of old materials.

What Tang Xiu asked him to read was the information of all the sleeping soul collectors before.

In the peaceful and prosperous age, there are also soul collectors who have lost their fighting spirit and are impetuous.In recent decades, more and more soul collectors have been sleeping, and there are even those juniors who have been around for four or five hundred years, and the soul collectors are not even half full, and they are already tired.

Tang Xiu looked up at Ye Zhiheng who was staring blankly at the information of a soul collector who had been asleep for just 300 years, and said, "Only look at those with a qualification of more than a thousand years."

"Why?" Ye Zhiheng asked subconsciously.

"Intuition." Tang Xiu said in a tone as calm as talking about the weather: "I have already found four who meet the requirements, and their sleeping places are all here."

"here?"

"Yes. It's near this city." Tang Xiu casually flipped through the information he pulled out, and said in an emotionless voice: "The information only shows the area, not the exact location. It's just that the soul collector is sleeping Most of them choose among the mountains, and we will go to see them one by one at night.”

"What are you looking at?" Ye Zhiheng shuddered, and Chi Long, who was sitting next to him, who had been afraid to speak, also shook his shoulders, "Zu, Zong, but, can, but people know, they will die."

"It's not rotten, but disappearing." Tang Xiu glanced at him calmly, "I don't quite understand what your inheritors will be like in the future, but our soul collectors are different from ordinary buried people."

"That, that, Xiao, don't you look for it if it disappears, can you not find it?"

"It can be found." Tang Xiu shook his soul-collecting flag, lowered his eyes and said, "There are places where the soul-collecting flag has disappeared, and there will be released soul threads nearby. Although they no longer have any meaning, they can be used Captured by other soul-collecting streamers."

"This is so amazing."

Pan Jie patted him, "Don't talk nonsense, it's more strange than rare."

Tang Xiu calmly glanced at Chi Long, and instead of comforting him with a gentle smile as usual, he turned his head indifferently to look at the sky outside the window, and said, "It's almost time to start, drive to the suburbs. Follow me."

"it is good."

"it is good."

"good good good good."

Search work is not as smooth as everyone imagined.Although there are few mountains around the imperial capital, they cover a wide area.Tang Xiu and the others drove for six hours until three or four o'clock in the morning, and the originally designated circle was reduced by half, and the soul-collecting banner still didn't respond.

It was Ye Zhiheng who drove the car. He looked at Chi Long dozing off in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and said, "Are we thinking wrong? Two ancestors, can you reveal what you are going to do? "

Pan Jie didn't answer his question, turned his head away from the co-pilot, glanced at Chi Long who was nodding his head, subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Actually, I also don't think it's right. The soul collectors have similar thoughts. We just searched for the places that we think are most likely to be selected as sleeping places, but we didn't get anything."

Tang Xiu, who had been looking out the car window, retracted his gaze upon hearing this, glanced at Pan Jie indifferently, and said in a low voice, "That's right."

"What do you mean?"

"If it is in line with common sense, then it proves that those people's deep sleep has nothing to do with Han Yang. The more unreasonable, the more I want to see the situation." Tang Xiu said softly, he thought for a while, "You are right. , Those few places just now are all treasured places of geomantic omen. Soul collectors walk in the world and repay the world, so they are naturally willing to choose places with strong aura to sleep. There are so many sleeping soul collectors, but none of them made a reasonable choice. Too strange."

Hearing this, Pan Jie seemed to understand something, "You mean—"

Tang Xiu hummed, his eyes drifted away again, he drifted out of the car, and said in a low voice: "They probably didn't fall asleep voluntarily. Maybe if we find one, we've found them all."