Not to mention the non-combatant Max Luo, even Xiao Li, the branch's field officer, was stunned. The two of them stretched their necks and opened their mouths, like two shocked toads.
What Tristan Xuan threw out was the steel gudgeon he played with on the plane. A handful of coins passed by like a meteor, but the long-haired man just tilted his head slightly and let the steel gudgeon pass by as it rubbed his hair. g, a few chopped hairs were rolled out, and then, he raised his hand calmly, and the steel gs hitting the back of his head seemed to have encountered a magnet, forcibly changing their tracks and turning. With a big bend, it was sucked to his hand.
He was still staring at the TV, sitting steadily, and flicked his fingers a few times. The fingers were as pale as jade, and the texture was like stone, and they made a crisp golden sound when they collided with the coins.
A few coins swayed along with his strength, and were embedded in the walls and roofs, and the wall dust fell down with a "thuds".
Outside, Xiao Li was hurriedly picking up his chin that had fallen to the ground, and collapsed: "Didn't you say you are from the aftermath department?"
"That's right!" Although Lao Luo is a "special person" in terms of size, he has always lived a civilized and peaceful life in the logistics department. He has never dared to approach and watch a fight on the roadside. Now he is afraid of getting into trouble. In the blink of an eye, he has already hidden in the corner of the corridor and carefully stuck his head out, "But our boss is a temporary worker!"
"I have a plan!" Tristan Xuan clarified to himself at every opportunity. He closed the door of the family room and shut the two toads outside. At the same time, he quickly wrote " The word "stop", the word "成", a layer of flame-colored fluorescence appeared on the small door, and quickly spread to the four walls. In the blink of an eye, the small family lounge was quickly surrounded by fire and isolated from the outside world, "Still stunned Wait! Do you two have rhinitis? I can smell the fishy smell outside the hospital!"
Xiao Li hurriedly pulled out the walkie-talkie: "Support! Come to support! Something happened, in the family lounge at home!"
As soon as Tristan Xuan walked into the corridor of this floor, he felt that it was particularly cold and damp here. The dampness was mixed with a fishy, sweet and rotten smell, which went straight into the cracks of people's bones, as if greedily coveting the vitality of living things. And the fake ID card disguised as a dead leaf, the moment it touched his hand, Tristan Xuan felt a gloomy malice seeping in. Before he could determine what it was, his body had already burned it out of instinctive self-protection. The last time he touched it, it caught fire, it was a bone tower built with a thousand human skull powder.
The man in front of him wearing a black jacket seemed more dangerous than the bone tower!
Tristan Xuan grabbed it in the air with his bare hands, and several coins wedged into the wall exploded at the same time, spewing fire from all directions. The flames formed into long dragons in the sky and instantly formed a large net. Half of the rest room was trapped in the sea of flames, and it rushed towards the man head-over-heels.
The long-haired man finally moved. He stretched his hand directly into the middle of the fire net, turned his wrist, and "caught" the net woven by the fire dragon in his hand. He dragged and tugged, and several coins embedded in the wall shook violently and fell off at the same time, scattering all over the ground.
The fire net was immediately cut off from the source, and he rolled it into a ball and put it into his palm, rolling it into a small fireball. There was not even a speck of ash on his fingers, only the skin on the palm of his hand was reflected by the flames, which gave it a little warmth.
At the same time, Tristan Xuan had already stepped forward: "The fishy smell on his body has not been washed away yet, yet he dared to arrogantly come to the territory of the Alien Control Bureau."
He pulled out a heavy sword from nowhere, wrapped in the strong wind, and struck it on the head: "Are you too swollen..."
The long-haired man picked up a thermos cup that someone had placed in the lounge, and "clanged" it to hold Tristan Xuan's sword. The double-layered stainless steel cup was dented in the middle by the heavy sword, and there was something inside. Half a cup of wolfberry and red date tea filled their faces sweetly.
And the moment Tristan Xuan approached, the clothes on the long-haired man began to reveal their original form - starting from the cuffs, they quickly turned back into leaves.
At the same time, Tristan Xuan also saw the other party's face clearly.
He was startled, and he couldn't help but hesitate in the movement of his hand. The long-haired man directly stretched out his hand to pinch the blade of his sword, and with a sudden lift, he was lifted two or three meters away, and his back hit the wall. superior.
The long-haired man lowered his head and flicked his hand, and the clothes that had exposed half of his forearms returned to their original shape - the style of the clothes was obviously copied from those of the people next door, but the color was slightly changed.
Then, he spoke in a very strange tone: "Ashamed, naked, offended."
This man looked around with high spirits and had a pair of natural "lover's eyes", which made him look gentle and affectionate in everything he looked at. It was exactly the face that Tristan Xuan had caught a glimpse of in his dream!
"Oh," the long-haired man saw that he was silent and thought he didn't understand. He seemed a little distressed. He turned to look at the TV and quickly switched to Mandarin, "My clothes are..."
The latter word should be an uncommon word. Neither the TV nor the trapped tourists had ever said it, so he paused: "Tree...um..."
Tristan Xuan spoke almost at the same time as him: "A trick."
The man nodded and smiled pleasantly, and made a polite "please" gesture to Tristan Xuan like a master: "As long as you understand, sit down."
His attitude was relaxed and unobtrusive. Tristan Xuan looked at him in disbelief for a moment, and then he boldly inserted the epee into his back. The epee turned into a light and melted into his body. .
He wiped the red date tea that splashed on his face, pulled over a plastic chair, and sat down: "Who are you? Or...what are you?"
Just as the man was about to speak, Tristan Xuan added, "Just speak your own words. Slow down and I can probably understand."
There are many old objects in their hometown, and some of them occasionally contain a few phrases from ancient times. Of course, dead objects are just traces of time, and it is impossible to chat with them. However, the evolution of Chinese is in the same line, and we have been exposed to it a lot since childhood. Yes, you can always sound familiar.
What this person just blurted out must be an ancient saying. According to Tristan Xuan's unreliable inference, he felt a bit like "Ya Yan" during the melee period in Kyushu more than 3,000 years ago.
But that’s not necessarily the case, because language evolves quickly and slowly. Sometimes a turmoil will change the official language. Sometimes, across several dynasties, people’s accents have not changed. It is difficult to judge based on accents. ---Besides, ancient people also had a southern accent and a northern accent, and not necessarily all spoke the "mandarin" of their time.
There was not much space in the family lounge. The man might have realized that there was a danger of running naked if he got too close to him, so he avoided Tristan Xuan two meters away and leaned against the wall in a relaxed posture: "Little demon, you have pure blood. With a good family background, what are you doing among the crowd? "
As the two of them sat and stood, the long-haired man had to lower his head slightly when speaking, and a few strands of loose long hair hung on his shoulders. His voice was gentle and gentle, and he looked down from above, almost as if he was doting.
"What do you mean?" Tristan Xuan picked up his e-cigarette and thought vigilantly, "These demons are so corrupt now that they just want to seduce them?"
Tristan Xuan: "Am I asking you or are you asking me?"
The "devil" seemed to have a good temper and didn't feel dissatisfied. He thought about it seriously for a moment and replied: "I don't remember."
Tristan Xuan asked: "I don't remember who you are? Is 'Sebastian Sheng' your real name or a pseudonym?"
The "Devil" shook his head innocently again: "I don't know, I'm very familiar with it. I borrowed it for a while."
"Where are you from?"
"underground."
"Underground?" Tristan Xuan didn't understand whether this meant a literal meaning or some special reference, so he asked, "What is 'underground'?"
"In a thin coffin underground," the man who called himself Sebastian Sheng explained patiently, "he must have been from a poor family during his lifetime."
Tristan Xuan frowned and took a long puff of cigarette. For the first time, he felt like he had encountered a "knowledge blind spot".
The two of them spoke two different languages, and each could only vaguely guess what the other meant, making communication very difficult. Tristan Xuan felt that if he understood correctly, this person should be saying that he was an old ghost, and he didn't know how many years he had been dead based on his accent.
But in broad daylight, he could run, jump, and pant. Not only did his shadow drag on the ground for a long time, but he also had an unbelievable amount of hair.
What exactly is this?
Sebastian Sheng stared at his e-cigarette curiously for a while, and kindly reminded him: "It's poisonous."
"I know, it said it in the advertisement." Tristan Xuan muttered, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the burnt steel gong flew back to his hand. He was thoughtful, playing with the gong with his hands. Throw it out and take it back again.
"You mean, you were buried in a coffin underground - now that you have been laid to rest, why did you get up? There seems to be no need to get up during the long sleep, right?"
This sentence was spoken a bit fast, and Sebastian Sheng might not have understood it. He leaned forward a little, and his eyes seemed particularly focused, as if the only person in front of him could be seen in the world.
Tristan Xuan's fingers subconsciously curled up - his convulsive ring was getting hot again just now, probably because the fingers were connected to the heart, and it made his heart thump.
He cleared his throat quickly: "I'm asking, what is your purpose of coming here?"
Understanding this sentence, Sebastian Sheng replied: "I was forcibly awakened by someone."
"Who? Why did I wake you up?"
"The man's words were crazy and his accent was unheard of. I was not very clear at the time...I didn't quite understand." Sebastian Sheng seemed a little helpless, "I happened to meet some friends outside. I was disheveled and it was difficult to show up. When I saw them, I just followed them secretly for a while. Unexpectedly, the tree demons were causing trouble. Seeing that they were unaware, I had no choice but to imitate their clothes and lead them into the cave. "
Tristan Xuan: "You can understand what they say?"
"Not much, but there are traces to follow. If you listen carefully for a while, you can probably guess something. I was afraid that I would make mistakes if I said too much, so I just imitated their tone and said something that I could guess. Fortunately, I was very panicked at the time. There is no clue. But the magic weapon," Sebastian Sheng pointed at the TV, "It has clear enunciation and every sentence is marked. Is it for children to practice calligraphy? "
"Can you read simplified Chinese characters?"
"Oh, simplified Chinese characters," Sebastian Sheng learned the word with great interest. The pronunciation and tone were exactly the same as Tristan Xuan's. His learning ability was amazing. As he said this, he turned his head and glanced at the TV hanging on the wall. "There is something missing." Some of the strokes seem to be cursive, but they also seem to be written in regular script, which is very interesting. It is really difficult to write word for word, but if someone has the scene, it is not difficult to guess 50%. "
Wherever this person stood, his demeanor was as gentle as jade, which made people feel good about him at first sight.
"I had just opened my eyes, I was still awake, and I listened to the song of birds, but I didn't understand a word of it. I had just crawled out of the coffin, and my clothes were still grass skirts woven from leaves, and I went out to fish for people. What kind of human life is this? Lei Feng?" Tristan Xuan said, "I Fcuking believe it."
The support called by Xiao Li arrived and knocked on the door: "Director Xuan, what's going on?"
Sebastian Sheng subconsciously looked towards the door following the sound. At this moment, Tristan Xuan suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed down. The few steel chains that he had been playing with back and forth just now were scattered around the long-haired man. As his gestures embedded into the ground, they instantly formed a formation. There was a crisp "crash" sound in the air, and several flaming iron chains appeared out of nothing, trapping the man firmly in the middle.
The straw rope that tied Sebastian Sheng's hair was burned off by the flames, and his long hair suddenly spread out. The fake clothes transformed from dead leaves revealed their true form, but he was not running naked. The dead branches and leaves on his body rolled down, revealing a white robe underneath. On the robe, a totem drawn in blood was almost formed, and the horrifying smell of blood filled his face.
The man said "Ah" and looked down at the iron ropes tied to his body. A strange smile appeared on his tender face: "What a clever kid."
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