Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

The young Taoist looked at the tree and the dog, and sighed helplessly.

The red fox who was out of bondage didn't dare to move any more, bent down and lay down on the ground, his hair and ears fell down extremely smoothly, peeking at the young woman in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid."

Qinghan, who was amused by the tree and dog, couldn't help but smile and spoke slowly, his voice was like silver beads falling on a jade plate, and it was mellow and pleasant.

Under the crisp voice, the red fox's body gradually stopped trembling, and stared blankly at the woman in red in front of him.

The smiling red-clothed figure moved slowly, and the jade-like palm lightly brushed the top of the red fox's head, and the red light bloomed slightly all over his body.

In the red glow, the red fox's eyes gradually changed from frightened to soft, slowly got up, rubbed the woman's palm with his forehead affectionately, and his posture gradually became lively.

Although Qinghan is of the blood of the prehistoric people, they are all of the beast race.

The aura among the same clan can easily appease the wise red fox, telling it that there is no danger here.

The woman in red leaning over to hold the red fox in her arms exchanged glances with Lu Chen, and the young Taoist nodded slightly.

Only then did Qinghan stroke the fur of the red fox with her fingertips, and the red light bloomed slightly all over her body.

For a moment, the red fox lying in the woman's arms slowly raised its head and looked to the southwest.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked softly, "Any news?"

"Ah."

The red-clothed woman nodded her head slightly, stood up slowly, and looked in the direction the red fox was staring, her star-like eyes flickering slightly.

"You two guard the mountain gate, don't mess around."

Under the night, Lu Chen dropped a word and disappeared into Qingyun Temple at the same time as the woman in red, leaving the helpless yellow dog and Lao Huai looking at each other speechlessly.

Outside the clear clouds, Laohuai spread his hands, and the leaves in the canopy made up a question mark (Did I mess around?)

The yellow dog raised and lowered his brows and looked up and down at the old tree who was full of doubts.

Then shook his head helplessly and left, got up and stuck the latch on the mountain gate, turned around and entered the inner hall.

Only the old pagoda tree with its hands outstretched was left messy in the wind.

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Yushui City Special Operations Group.

Late at night, the lights in the team leader's office were still on.

Nan Huaiqin was sitting behind the desk, rubbing his temples constantly, his face was a little ugly.

"Damen still has no clues about the murderer?"

Ling Liner asked in a low voice.

The sixty-year-old old man nodded slowly, and sighed, "Only one military satellite camera captured an extremely blurred profile of the murderer, and the rest were helpless."

Said, Nan Huaiqin pushed a photo in front of the girl: "This person seems to have disappeared out of thin air, without any information, without any clues, and now it is even unknown whether he is in Dameng."

Ling Liner looked at the scar on the man's side face in the photo, and frowned slightly: "Teacher, what should we do next?"

The sixtieth old man slowly raised his head, and sighed softly: "The superior is going to send a new master to Dameng to take over all the work, and Yushui should be the next one."

"Feather water?"

The iceberg girl asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Nan Huaiqin didn't answer, but just looked out of the window in a daze.

In fact, these answers are already clear in Ling Liner's mind.

After the last interview, whether it was the secret place in the western suburbs or Lu Chen.

The superiors have already expressed dissatisfaction with the work of the Yushui special operations team. The cult that was wiped out in Yushui this time came from Dameng itself. Now the position of the teacher as the leader of the operation team is very difficult.

Ling Lin'er's face was a little ugly, she hesitated to say: "Teacher, then you..."

Looking at the night outside the window, the sixtieth old man slowly shook his head: "I don't care."

"It doesn't matter where I throw an old bone."

"only……"

Nan Huaiqin slowly raised his head, leaning on the back of the chair, his vicissitudes eyes filled with worry: "If this person really appears as Yu Shui, what will the people do?"

……

In the middle of the night, the outer suburbs of Yushui City were extremely quiet.

Under the night, a young man in a black hoodie walked down the valley step by step, followed by seven bouncing paper figurines carrying the soul of a struggling man. The smiles and expressions of the paper figurines were extremely strange.

When you get here, basically even if you leave Yushui City, there is still a lot of distance from the next village.

The mountainous land here is not conducive to the growth of crops, and there are no places with outstanding scenery. Over time, it will be reduced to a wasteland.

There were gravel and weeds everywhere, and Meng An shuttled among the tall and short weeds at an extremely fast speed.

The deeper you go, the quieter the front is.

At the end, only the sound of Meng An's footsteps echoed in the shallow valley.

The vigilant Meng An looked around, and after confirming that everything was safe, a green will-o'-the-wisp ignited in the palm of his right hand, and the fire lit up the surrounding valleys, revealing mottled rocks.

The mountain rocks have been incomparably mottled under the erosion of the years, and a little touch will shatter a lot of gravel and fall down.

The pictures in Meng An's mind kept changing, and finally stopped in a memory that did not belong to him.

Following the route in his memory, the young man continued to grope on the mottled rocks by the light of the fire, and finally found a very shallow mark on a piece of broken rock that had been damaged beyond recognition.

This mark is very high from the ground, and it is in the crevice of the stone, so ordinary people can't find it at all.

Meng An looked back at the gossip paper man and man's soul waiting behind him, and smiled evilly.

Cut the fingertips with gravel, and carefully smear the blood all over the trace.

Under the darkness of night, a strange scene suddenly appeared.

The blood left by the young man's fingertips was swallowed up by the stone marks.

A pattern emerged on the rock wall, flickering in the night and shining extremely dazzlingly.