Abyss Express

Where is Hengyin?

I believe that you should have a superficial impression and a vague understanding of it along the way.

It has beautiful scenery and outstanding people.

It has a large number of talented people and simple folk customs.

It is no exaggeration to call it Little Gotham in the East. Ten years ago, this land was still a criminal metropolis of soft drugs, and the human flesh business had to be embraced by the performance model of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church.

In such a chaotic city of crime, there will naturally be many headless and strange cases, and the resulting spiritual disasters are even more numerous. Regardless of whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, it will eventually become a dossier, and after the preliminary investigation by the intelligence agent, it will fall into Ye Bei's hands.

Xueming picked up the dossier, and watched the cloudy and rainy day outside the window gradually turn sunny, and the dark clouds dissipated.

"Brother, is there anything else you want to order?"

Ye Bei has been busy in the warehouse, packing up equipment——

——He grabbed a set of Jiji Lingyi and threw it to Xueming.

"Put it on, and then go to Old Chen to get the equipment, and he will tell you how to do it." After saying this, Brother Beizi patted Xueming on the shoulder, grabbed the cat master and ran out, "I'm leaving first! Are you busy?" Damn, I'm busy with mine. Call me if you have anything to do, and I'll settle the wages with you later. Thank you so much! Hero!"

Xueming didn't ask any further questions, and sent text messages to his sister and Xiao Qi to report that they were safe. Before the tea had cooled down, he rushed to the Zhizhe shop immediately.

The food festival in the university town is surprisingly lively. Although it is summer vacation, due to the epidemic situation in various places, it is a problem for students to return home, and many friends do not go back.

Xueming left the umbrella by the gate of Zhizhapu, and just stepped into the gate of the shop when he heard frequent movements in the house.

"Stop!" Chen Fugui, the fake foreign devil, immediately stood up from the counter in the main room, with a flustered expression, "Don't, don't, don't come in!"

The half leg that stepped into the threshold was retracted again. Xueming was full of doubts and could not figure it out. The gods and bodhisattvas on the cabinets in the main room seemed to be pulled by some kind of strong gravitational force, and they all moved towards him. [See] come over.

After Boss Chen covered all the gods in the room with black cloth, he brought Jiang Xueming in.

Chen Fugui: "How can you be as virtuous as Ye Bei?"

Jiang Xueming didn't understand, maybe it had something to do with Wuwu, and the spiritual essence of Ao Run Ming De.

His soul power is mixed with the will of the boss. If it is said that the anti-spirit special attack props in Boss Chen's room are all effective, if they all work, then it should really be like this.

After all, 梼杌 is a beast——

——Brother Ye Bei is a poor ghost, so when he walks into this room, he will also receive this kind of inexplicable "attention".

"My spirit body has an inexplicable connection with Wuwu." Jiang Xueming explained, "I'm sorry, Boss Chen, to trouble you."

"No trouble." Chen Fugui politely went to the back room to pour tea soup, just as polite as Ye Bei, "You're doing well, Xiaobei asked you to come here?"

Jiang Xueming put down his backpack and saw Chen Fugui taking off his glasses and wearing a black mandarin jacket. He felt a little familiar for no reason—this blond-haired, blue-eyed American looked exactly like Mr. Plaque.

"Yes, brother Ye Bei said, I don't know what's going on when I'm asked to help deal with the spiritual disaster."

"The spiritual disasters in the yang world are very different from the spiritual disasters in the underworld." Chen Fugui continued to order from under the counter, as if his memory was not very good, and after a while, he finally took out half a box of mung bean cakes and served them as snacks On the table: "Then let me ask you first, how much combat experience do you have in the underground world, in the railway system?"

Jiang Xueming choked up suddenly.

he doesn't know where to start

This is too much to describe.

Seeing Xiaojiang's embarrassed look, Chen Fugui didn't know what to say for a while, and frowned in confusion.

"Haven't you ever had a fight?"

Jiang Xueming: "There have been many fights."

Chen Fugui: "Have you ever killed a disaster beast?"

Jiang Xueming: "Killed."

Chen Fugui: "How many have you killed? There can't be only a few?"

Jiang Xueming did a simple mental calculation——

——If the vampire unit is included in the category of beasts.

"Seven hundred and seventy one."

Chen Fugui took a sip of hot tea and just cleaned the painted Buddha statue so that it could be repainted and refurbished.

"Seven hundred?"

Jiang Xueming: "Seven hundred and seventy-one, if you want to count the minions of the Mad Butterfly Sect as disaster beasts, you have to add a little more."

"Expose your forehead, let me see." Chen Fugui grabbed the rag and wiped off the tea soup on the Buddha statue, and immediately sat back on the chair and stared at Xueming with very erotic eyes.

Jiang Xueming took off his hat, revealing his bald head.

"There are no scars," Chen Fugui marveled, "It's not a disaster. If the leader of Tianshu knows about your KPI, you will have to be arrested and employed in the armed group the next day."

Then Fugui stared at the bald head.

"Master, did you defeat the Buddha? Journey to the West is only eighty-one difficult, and your record is enough to perform nine times."

Jiang Xueming pursed her lips, but said modestly: "No, no, it's not that exaggerated, not as exaggerated as you think, Mr. Chen."

"Don't call me Mr., I'm born." Chen Fugui said with a smile.

Jiang Xueming: "Then what should I call it?"

Chen Fugui: "I think you also know my identity. I am your golden partner of Brother Beizi, Batman's old Fu, and his arsenal."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you also a gunsmith?"

Chen Fugui: "What gunsmith?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's okay."

Chen Fugui shook his head and said triumphantly: "Call me Brother Chen, just call me, bring your sister to call. Don't always call it uncle uncle, it's scary, maybe I lost my hair that day and it's all because of you calling me bald."

Jiang Xueming was still thinking about the dossier of the spiritual disaster, feeling anxious.

If there is a disaster beast, shouldn't it be dealt with immediately? But Mr. Chen didn't seem in a hurry at all.

"Brother Chen, I."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Chen Fugui pressed Xue Ming's shoulder: "Usually we dispatch at night. It's useless if you rush."

Jiang Xueming sat back again: "Oh"

Fugui raised his hand to look at his watch, and explained to Xueming: "After one o'clock in the morning, preferably at Haishi, even ordinary people without spiritual vision can see some special spirit bodies, which are called [ghosts] in feudal superstition. ——Now we call it spirit body and spiritual disaster. You go early, people will not be happy to see you if the weather is bad and the sun is shining brightly.”

Jiang Xueming was surprised: "Is that so?"

Chen Fugui refilled Xueming's tea: "So, it's still early, why don't you chat with me for a while."

The two partners, one big and one small, just sat down, with the two armchairs facing the door, Chen Fugui lit a cigarette, and talked about the past with Xueming.

"The girl who came with you last time, are you all right?"

"Are you ready? What do you mean?"

"Is it just together?"

"Together. What exactly do you mean?"

Jiang Xueming didn't understand that Brother Fugui was different from Mr. Plaque. Apart from his looks, this fake foreign devil was like an old Baijing native born and raised in the imperial city, and it was very difficult to chat.

"Ouch!" Chen Fugui was full of disgust: "You love her, she loves you, do you have the sweetness of Michelle Ice City? Don't you guys understand such a simple thing? Otherwise, I really want to ask you Did you kiss or sleep? Hi!~"

Jiang Xueming replied seriously: "I haven't slept, but I often kiss."

"Then when will I prepare money for you?" Chen Fugui asked with a smile.

Jiang Xueming thought for a while: "Next year, I don't have any wedding plans yet."

"That's 2026, pretty good." Chen Fugui sighed.

"Brother Chen, is there any saying about this year?"

"No, don't be feudal and superstitious."

"Then why is it good?"

"No reason? I just think you two are a good match. You are a beautiful woman, one is upright and kind, and the other is a criminal. They are a perfect match."

Jiang Xueming suddenly felt that it was a bit difficult to talk about today, and then remembered the excellent matching mechanism of the station, which seemed to be the case.

"Brother Chen, I met a person who looks exactly like you in the underground world."

Before the words finished, Fugui immediately raised his hand.

Jiang Xueming followed suit: "Can't we ask about this?"

Brother Chen put away his joking emphasis, and suddenly became very serious.

"Is his name Wood Plucker?"

Jiang Xueming also became nervous: "Yes."

Chen Fugui: "Does he have a Morpho tattoo on his neck?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Chen Fugui: "Does he often use this expression, looks much more handsome than me?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Chen Fugui: "Am I handsome now?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Chen Fugui: "Then why is he married and I am not?"

Jiang Xueming thought for a while: "Is there a possibility, Brother Chen, if you keep this desolate and austere temperament, there will be fair-skinned and beautiful female college students who will come in and ask you for WeChat."

"That won't work!" Fugui returned to normal, and grinned, "How can I do it! I'll exhaust my father to death! I can't hold it! I can't hold it at all—"

From the old Changsha stinky tofu stall in the side alley, two girls came in, both of them looked timid, they were part-time students, and when they saw Xueming, they walked in the door and asked one more question.

"—Little brother, can I ask for your WeChat account? Brother, brother, are you an acquaintance with the boss? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Fugui roared angrily: "Get out! Get out! Get out of my territory! Shameless Yangou!"

Putting this matter aside, Xue Ming then asked about other matters.

After returning from Niflheim, he had many questions in his mind and many things waiting to be answered.

The station’s confidentiality classification system has always been very strict, unlike [Tianshu], he shouldn’t know, Ao Han Mingde will never confide a word, maybe [Tianshu]’s brother Chen can give him the answer, just Let's start with the appearance of Teacher Plaque and Brother Chen.

"Brother Chen, what is the relationship between you and Teacher Plaque?"

Fugui immediately asked back, "You call him a teacher?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, he helped me a lot. He also taught me a lot."

Chen Fugui looked at Jiang Xueming's full backpack, and suddenly opened the zipper of the backpack. There were six bottles of chocolate milk on the top, and there were other things in it. It was probably a small refrigerator with rabies vaccines and panacea.

Wealth seems to be competitive, with a high-spirited look.

"Then you have to call me teacher."

Jiang Xueming: "Okay."

Fugui embraced each other and talked about business.

"Do you know the place Shambhala?"

"I heard from Mr. Victor that—" Jiang Xueming remembered this matter. During the journey to Niflheim, the staff of the Stairway to Heaven had been to this place: "——it is a very, very large, very, very deep giant cavity , It can almost be seen as another small earth. There is the sun, the rising and setting of the sun, the sea and the land, and another world.”

"I'm not a surface person." Chen Fugui said frankly, "Do you believe that?"

Jiang Xueming thought, there are also many people born in the underground world.

"believe."

Chen Fugui continued: "I am from Shambhala, do you believe it?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes. Believe it."

Chen Fugui continued: "I come from the mainland south-southwest of Shambhala, which is a series of scattered islands, next to a big country called Amitlan."

Jiang Xueming didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but the topic got farther and farther away.

Fugui opened up the chatterbox and talked a lot with Xueming.

"I have soul power, the name of soul power is [Heart Arsonist]-it can change my body, just like the shapeshifter in X-Men, I can be old or young, I can become a woman , can also become a man, at first my name was Oroz Zorro."

Jiang Xueming: "Wait a minute. Wait a moment."

The amount of information is a bit large——

——Chen Fugui spoke succinctly, and finally lowered his head, laughing like an elder and a junior talking nonsense and fooling a child.

"Do you still believe it now?"

Jiang Xueming let out a breath, calmed down, and thought about it carefully.

"believe."

So Fugui went on to say: "Shambhala has its ecological environment, geographical features, and its cultural traditions, but it is hundreds of years behind the surface world. If you travel to this place now, it should still be in the early stages of the industrial revolution."

The fortune teller compared his hands and made a camera gesture.

"That's where I met Wood Pluck. At that time, I hadn't become what he looked like. I was an agent of Amitlan. I was going to perform special missions and mess up the political situation in another country. With my superb To assassinate high officials, to assassinate the ministers of Lennon's kingdom. Wood Pluck's hometown is there, he is from Lennon, he shattered my will, and turned me into him- into him Shadow Warrior, from now on we will go our separate ways, making troubles in that small world."

These stories made Jiang Xueming feel strange——

——Because this period of history does not exist on the earth, it is a "Fleger's Travels" completely independent of human civilization, and it is the national civilization of the underground people.

Brother Chen continued.

"He disappeared later, and I couldn't find him, so I started to travel, and started to go farther, starting from the Dongdu Port of Shambhala, and taking a boat to Bactria, which is a place that looks a lot like ancient China .There are also many Qi refiners. I have stayed there for more than 140 years. Speaking of this, do you know Luo Pingan?"

Jiang Xueming immediately said, "It's my waiter's teacher, my teacher's teacher."

"Ah." Chen Fugui nodded in praise, "Yes, he's not dead yet?"

Jiang Xueming remembered that there was such a person in Heishi's camp: "No, he has a childlike face and a majestic air. I met this VIP at the harvest ceremony."

Chen Fugui: "I changed my name, that's how Chen Fugui came here, I helped him do business to earn money, and he was responsible for seeking Taoism - I made him rich and noble, provided him with wealth, law and earth companions, he kept me safe and protected me Healthy in body and mind, we each take what we need."

Jiang Xueming: "It's amazing"

Chen Fugui continued.

"About 140 years ago, Brother Pingan and I discovered that Shambhala is actually a cavity deep underground. My long life is like a sudden awakening. I ended this dream and followed the winding road. Going out of the cave, I found the mine tunnel of the Eurasian Continental Bridge, which was built by Aohan Mingde, and I left Shambhala with Senior Brother Pingan."

"After arriving on the ground, Ping An and I were sick for a long time, and it was difficult to adapt to the sunlight on the surface, and it was difficult to adapt to the viruses on the surface, but Wood Pluck found me and said that our mission is not over yet. Only then did I know that this The kid has already gone outside."

Until then—

——Chen Fugui took out a book from his pocket and handed it to Xueming.

"I can't say it next, you know I'm from the Philosophers' Foundation? Do you?"

Xueming went to read the title of the book in detail, it was called "Uncover the Coffin and Drive", the thick pages of the book are definitely bulletproof, it is a very, very long story.

He put the books away, and continued to ask Brother Chen about this matter.

"I can't ask about the next thing, can I?"

"Yes." Chen Fugui nodded: "My name in the Philosophers Foundation is Adams Vihar. I can't talk about other things. Including giants, runes, and you I can’t tell you about the things I saw in the trench in Niflheim for the time being. You really have to get to the bottom of it and ask me—”

"—All I can say is, I don't know."

Jiang Xueming thought for a while——

"——Does Brother Ye Bei know about you?"

Chen Fugui clapped his hands.

"Hi! He's just a fool! ~ Otherwise, how could he become a golden partner with me?"

After such a chatter, Jiang Xueming probably understood the position of [Tianshu] in the ordinary world, as well as the relationship between Teacher Fugui and Teacher Plaque.

There's just one more thing that's unclear.

"Mr. Chen, your soul power keeps you from getting old, so how did Mr. Plaque survive?"

"Have you ever seen his soul power?" Fugui immediately asked, "It's a holy beast with the smell of a sheep, the Baphomet/Baphomet in myths and legends."

Jiang Xueming: "I heard Mr. Plaque say that it is the goat devil on the witch's Sabbath."

"Wood Plaque is more like being possessed by the devil." Fugui explained: "According to Western mysticism, he signed a contract with Baphomet. During the contract period, Baphomet will give him Divine power, keep him alive—to make a digression with you, this guy won’t die even if he is thrown into a meat grinder on Saturday, which is the Sabbath, and there is a big devil covering him.”

Jiang Xueming was very curious: "What contract did Mr. Plaque sign?"

"Maybe it's the same as Ao Ruan Ming De." Fugui looked disappointed: "These monsters and gods are adapting to the modern society in their own way. The original intention of Baphomet/Baphomet is to [absorb knowledge]. Flesh body, to observe human society, observe human civilization, maybe in a few hundred years, people will use the shell to go public and become a higher-level mechanical life? Who knows?"

"Mr. Plaque is really knowledgeable and talented. He seems to know a little bit about everything." Jiang Xueming drank the last cup of tea, seeing that it was getting dark, so he mentioned the spiritual disaster: "Mr. Chen, Brother Ye Bei asked me to get the equipment. The armament of the pivot?"

Brother Fugui immediately closed the door curtain of Zhizhapu upon hearing this.

Immediately after he pulled the pull switch in front of the door, the containers on both sides immediately turned over. From gods and Buddhas to long guns and short cannons.

This time it was Jiang Xueming's turn to be speechless from ear to ear.

Chen Fugui said with a smile.

"Have you never fought such a rich battle? In Yangjian, spiritual disasters often occur in downtown areas, where the population density is extremely high, and the disaster is extremely strong. The organization will not save money in this regard."