The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

Sunny Miller is dead.

When Tony was about to retrieve her body, she turned into flames again and never turned back.

The flame was burning on the bloody ground, getting weaker and weaker, and finally dissipated slowly, leaving only a pendant on the ground.

A faint flame danced on it, as if it wanted to be its last protection.

Tony easily crushed the flame and picked up the pendant.

Inside was a little picture of a lovely girl, and on the back it said - To My Favorite Angel, Tina.

Tony held the pendant and looked at it for a while, not knowing what to think of, his expression was blank for a few seconds.

Finally, he looked back at Yan Zhiyu who was circling around Qiu Juxin, took a deep breath, pursed his lips tightly, and hid the pendant.

Natasha's voice came from the public channel, she told them to come over, Coulson is dead.

When Yan Zhiyu and the others found Natasha's location, they saw the corpses of several Hydra agents lying on the ground.

Clinton sat on the side with Coulson in his arms, his eyes were empty and he didn't know where he was looking.

Blood flowed from under their bodies and flowed to Yan Zhiyu's feet.

"Why didn't the medicine work? After Clinton took the medicine, he was fine." Natasha stood aside with her arms folded, looking at Clinton who seemed to have his soul taken away. There was still a hole in his body, but he was no longer bleeding. Even started to heal.

"The magic pill saved him, but when the medicine came, Agent Coulson was not breathing. You saw it with your own eyes. We did our best, really."

The medic was a young girl with blood on her hands, shaking against the wall, and said in a crying voice, "I even prayed to God, but it didn't work, there was nothing we could do."

Yan Zhiyu squatted in front of Clinton, and Clinton thanked him calmly.

"You saved me." Clinton patted Yan Zhiyu's shoulder with one free hand, leaving a blood mark on Yan Zhiyu's Chongyang sleeve.

He smiled apologetically, but laughed out his tears.Just one drop, running from the corner of the agent's eye, disappeared.

Clinton blinked and regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Zhiyu felt extremely guilty now, he thought that if he had come a little earlier, Coulson might have been saved if he had eaten Luofudan earlier.

"Senior brother, do you still have life extension pill?" Yan Zhiyu leaned into Qiu Juxin's ear and asked in a low voice.

Qiu Juxin looked at the dead Persian, did not speak, and did not take out the elixir.

Yan Zhiyu was afraid that the time would drag on, and the life extension pill would not be able to save Coulson, so he anxiously explained to Qiu Juxin, "Senior brother, I want to save him, can you lend me one?"

Qiu Juxin pursed his lips tightly. When Yan Zhiyu begged him again, and even planned to kneel down, he suddenly said, "Everyone has one hand, and there is nothing left."

"But Wudang doesn't have many life extension pills? I remember that Senior Brother Song had several before."

Qiu Juxin looked at Yan Zhiyu, and said softly, "Zhan Luan."

Yan Zhiyu didn't know what Qiu Juxin was talking about. He didn't know what happened in Wudang that caused the life-sustaining pills to become so scarce, but when he asked Qiu Juxin again, he didn't explain, just hummed.

Seeing Qiu Juxin's resolute attitude, Yan Zhiyu knew that he would not feed Coulson the life extension pill.

In fact, Yan Zhiyu understood Brother Qiu's choice.

To Senior Brother Qiu, Coulson was just an alien Persian whom he had never met.

If Senior Brother Qiu had extra life extension pills in his hand, Yan Zhiyu believed that Senior Brother Qiu would definitely give Coulson one, and even give out more.

But what Senior Brother Qiu brought was only a share of Wudang's staff, and if he gave it to Coulson, there would be a disciple in Wudang who didn't have the life-sustaining pill.

Yan Zhiyu poked at the self-service system again, asking if it could receive a life in the final mission package in advance.

The system says, it is a hard and fast rule, no.

"I saw this" The self-service system pulled out a page "Single time tracer, a one-time consumable, can trace the individual time back to 5 minutes ago, and requires [-] points."

Yan Zhiyu secretly asked Natasha how long Coulson had been dead.

"About 3 minutes, do you have a solution?"

"I want to try..." Yan Zhiyu counted his small wallet, and the self-service system poured out of the sack the credits that were stolen from the main system and used to change the brains of the idiot host.

Yan Zhiyu took out a few more sets of unused equipment and sold them to the system mall, barely scraping together [-].

"Really?"

"Buy, not bad money!"

Yan Zhiyu squatted next to Coulson with a tracer in the shape of a small pocket watch, and handed it to Clinton with the god-bestowed pill given by Qiu Juxin, making him ready to stuff Coulson's mouth at any time.

When Yan Zhiyu turned the hands of the pocket watch, Clinton felt a faint vibration in his arms, and it was Coulson breathing.

Clinton's face flushed instantly, he was breathing rapidly, his head was dizzy with excitement, he could almost be said to be panicked and stuffed the pills in.

Yan Zhiyu immediately fed him wild vegetable soup.

He was still thinking about luck, but Qiu Juxin stopped him and said yes.

The [-] points that Yan Zhiyu spent disappeared in a flash when he finished turning his pocket watch.

The self-service system makes lists in his head.

After Yan Zhiyu finished reading it, he realized that he had done so many missions for nothing, and he had done a lot of wrong things.

"Distressed?" The self-service system put away the list, looked at Yan Zhiyu's helpless look, and joked.

"Wow, that's so distressing." Yan Zhiyu pawed at his small purse and was about to cry.

After spending so many points, if Coulson can't be saved.

Then he will...

Throw pots and sell iron and buy a tracer!

Everyone, including the self-service system in Yan Zhiyu's head, stared closely at Coulson. Coulson's chest rose and fell for a moment, and then stopped.

As Coulson stopped breathing, the world seemed to quiet down.

Clinton's whole body turned gray again, he stared straight at an open space, and was in a ball of sadness.

Self-service system: ... It's over, cool.

Yan Zhiyu: ...Bring the jewel of the poor!

The self-service system let out an oh, and helped Yan Zhiyu take out the gems in the equipment.

Yan Zhiyu was trembling, and every time he buckled one, he silently recited the sentence "Life is at stake", and he said it while buckling.

Everyone's eyes that had finally brightened were dimmed again. Qiu Juxin stood quietly on the sidelines, watching all this. He held the bottle of life-extending pill in his arms, and frowned.

Yan Zhiyu finally gnashed his teeth and finished buttoning the gems. Holding the gems and the koi, he sold them to the system mall in tears, emptied his small warehouse, and bought a tracer.

And just after his order was successfully submitted, Coulson, who was already lifeless, suddenly took a deep breath and opened his eyes suddenly. He was lying in Clinton's arms, panting heavily, and his voice was weak, "Hi, oh my god, I Thought I was dead..."

After Clinton was stunned for a moment, his whole body came alive. He hugged Coulson carefully, his voice trembling with excitement, "No, you are alive."

Yan Zhiyu's voice was also trembling, he was trembling while holding the retrograde device he just bought.

The self-service system patted his brain and comforted him, "It's good that people are fine."

Qiu Juxin let go of the hand holding the bottle, and he relaxed, as if he was relieved.

The medical staff hugged Natasha excitedly, shouting God.

Yan Zhiyu hugged Senior Brother Qiu excitedly, crying for gems in his heart.

He is now poorer than when he first came to this world. He doesn't even have any gems now, the sword box is empty, and there are only a few pieces left on his clothes.

Qiu Juxin was hugged by Yan Zhiyu, he didn't know what happened to Junior Brother Yan, but he still keenly felt that while Yan Zhiyu was joyful, there was also lingering sorrow lingering on his body.

Qiu Juxin remembered that the last time he went to Huashan to collect debts and took Xiao Qi's monthly statement away, Xiao Qi was like this, exuding an aura of despair.

"Ok?"

"Senior brother, I might be dying soon." Yan Zhiyu hugged his senior brother. He really wanted to rub his chest muscles for comfort, but he was afraid of being beaten to death by senior brother Qiu, so he just hugged him and didn't dare to move.

"I feel like I've lost my drive to live."

"Ah."

Qiu Juxin thought for a while, took out two six-level gemstones, and handed them to Yan Zhiyu.

Yan Zhiyu took the gems, wiped them carefully, pretended to put them in his arms, and put them in the small warehouse.

"Huh?" Happy?

"I'm fine! Thank you, brother!"

Qiu Juxin looked down at the excited Yan Zhiyu, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to caress the top of Yan Zhiyu's hair under Yan Zhiyu's gaze.

"okay.

……

When the time tracer was activated, Mage Gu Yi looked in the direction of the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier again, and she issued a warning to Yan Zhiyu through consciousness communication.

"You shouldn't be here, go back to your place."

The self-service system intercepted the warning, and it snorted, "It's none of your business."

The figure of Master Gu Yi twitched and disappeared from the house.

At the same time, Qiu Juxin, with a relaxed expression, suddenly pulled Yan Zhiyu into his arms, and at the same time swung his flying sword and flew towards a place.

The flying sword was intercepted by a magic circle, and a person wearing a hood appeared out of thin air. She waved her hand violently and knocked the flying sword away.

She took off her hood and looked at the vigilant crowd with a calm expression. Her gaze swept across the crowd, paused for a second on Yan Zhiyu, and finally stopped on Qiu Juxin.

"Hi, I'm a mage, Gu Yi." She said in Chinese.

"Wudang, Qiu Juxin" Qiu Juxin stepped forward, faintly blocking Yan Zhiyu and his friends behind him.

"Hello, Daoist Qiu." Master Gu Yi didn't seem to mind Qiu Juxin's hostility at all, his voice was calm as if he was discussing the weather.

She opened her mouth and asked silently, "What about the other friend?"

The "World Destruction Machine 103" self-service system erected a firewall in Yan Zhiyu's mind, its aperture expanded, and a golden light flashed across it.

The aura on Master Gu Yi became fierce, "Go back, this is not where you should come."

"This is my job." The self-service system exploded in Yan Zhiyu's head, and its coercion pointed directly at Gu Yi, and said in a cold voice, "You cross your single-plank bridge, and I will take my Yangguan road. Human beings, we are the best non-interference."

Only Mage Gu Yi and Yan Zhiyu present could hear the voice of the self-service system, and a golden circle of light slowly appeared on Mage Gu Yi's lowered hands.

Not to be outdone, the self-service system releases its coercion.

Just when Master Gu Yi was about to attack, Yan Zhiyu suddenly raised his hand to signal that he wanted to speak.

"Well, hey, can I ask what happened?" Yan Zhiyu pressed the murderous self-service system in his mind, and then stepped forward to grab Senior Brother Qiu, who was ready to fight, to avoid bloodshed occur.

But he was still a little timid, so he chose to hide behind his senior brother, poked his head out, and asked in a low voice, "We have never met before, what are you doing?"

"This should be asked." Gu Yi's voice faltered for a moment, and she appeared behind Yan Zhiyu.

Before Qiu Juxin could react, he grabbed Yan Zhiyu's shoulder, and at the same time drew a big circle in the air, dragging Yan Zhiyu into it.

Yan Zhiyu only had time to say "Hey?" before being taken away by Master Gu Yi.

Qiu Juxin's flying sword flew over and stuck on the ground. He looked at the place where Yan Zhiyu disappeared with cold eyes.

"Jarvis" Tony leaned over and touched the place where Yan Zhiyu disappeared, "Master Chagu, I want to know all her information."

Yan Zhiyu only felt slightly dizzy, and then the scene suddenly changed, and Yan Zhiyu appeared in a small room, standing where he was, leaning on the bookshelf.

Yan Zhiyu supported his somewhat messy head, and looked at Master Gu Yi who was sitting in front of him drinking tea, at a loss.

"What did you do!" Yan Zhiyu was sure that the surroundings were not hallucinations, he was really not on the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier anymore.

Affected by his emotions, Fei Jian flew towards Gu Yi with sword energy, and was knocked down by her golden magic circle.

"It's just to create a quiet environment for our conversation." Gu Yi said and moved his fingers. "Your senior brother is a little emotional, and there are some things that I believe you don't want others to know."

Yan Zhiyu pursed his lips and said nothing, he sat on the sofa, and a cup of hot milk appeared in his hand.

"Sweetened" Master Ancient One raised his hand.

Yan Zhiyu took a sip stiffly under the gesture of Master Gu Yi, it was quite delicious, he couldn't hold back and took another sip.

"Don't be nervous." Gu Yi found that Yan Zhiyu was tense like a string, and she comforted, "After the chat is over, I will send you back."

"Then let's talk about its problems now." The cushion on which Mage Gu Yi was sitting slowly approached Yan Zhiyu.

Yan Zhiyu's frightened hands shook, and he poured out a cup of hot milk. Master Gu Yi appeared behind him again, continuing to speak her words with a calm expression, as if he hadn't seen the episode just now.

Yan Zhiyu said that he was shown off by the mage.

The self-service system emits white light, enveloping Yan Zhiyu tightly, and its voice comes from Yan Zhiyu's body, with a chill, "This broken place is not attractive to us at all."

"I just need to ensure that you will not pose a threat to the earth." Master Gu Yi walked around in front of Yan Zhiyu, and Yan Zhiyu's sofa disappeared at some point.

He clearly realized that the confrontation between the self-service system and the ancient mage was not something he could participate in at this level of ability, so he stood there quietly, waiting for things to develop further.

"You, I've confirmed it." Master Gu Yi looked directly at Yan Zhiyu, as if looking at the self-service system through him, "but you, I need your guarantee, at least let me know what you are."

As he said that, Master Gu Yi suddenly slapped Yan Zhiyu with a palm, the self-service system sneered, and the white light shot up on Yan Zhiyu.

After the white light passed, Gu Yi looked at Yan Zhiyu, who had not changed in any way, and his expression, which had always been flat, became serious.

"Human, you don't need to know who I am." The self-service system said coldly, "If you don't interfere with my work, I won't touch your earth."

"I used to be able to destroy a civilization. If I wanted to, I could easily destroy this place." The white light of the self-service system slowly retracted, "But I am just a system, and all my actions follow the arrangements of the host."

Master Gu Yi withdrew her hand, and she sat back on the cushion, holding the teacup in her hand.

She looked at Yan Zhiyu, took a sip of tea, and said to the self-service system, "Very well, I have heard the results I want, and I hope you can also keep your promises."

Before Master Gu Yi finished speaking, Yan Zhiyu returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier, where he was standing before.

Qiu Juxin stood in front of him with a dark face, on the verge of going berserk.

"Ok?"