Soon, members of the special operations team arrived at the location where the suspect disappeared.

Wei Yuan went up the mountain with them.

After a preliminary survey, they only found a dense demonic aura and baleful energy. They couldn't find any traces of a fight. Several Taoist priests from Taoist sects set up a simple altar, performed rituals, and tried to summon the local spirits and monsters for questioning. However, they tried hard, but the spirits stubbornly refused to come out.

Helpless, the three Taoist priests went up together.

The types and quantities of offerings prepared were doubled.

Only then did a few spirits tentatively peek out.

A look of joy appeared on the Taoist priest's face. Before he could speak, he saw the spirit dart out. It had four hands, two covering its mouth and the other two grabbing the offerings. Without looking back, it ran away quickly, disappearing in a flash. The Taoist priest's smile froze on his face.

He turned to look at Zhou Yi, Wei Yuan, and the others, and said with a wry smile:

"This poor Taoist's cultivation is insufficient, and I am unable to help."

"These spirits are the intelligence of all things, and are usually bold. This time, they are unwilling to even come out. Coupled with the remaining demonic energy, it is likely that a great demon took action and took the demonic Taoist away."

Zhou Yi sighed and looked at Wei Yuan, who was resting with his sword in his arms.

"We are counting on you this time, Curator."

Wei Yuan nodded.

The Crouching Tiger waist牌 (waist牌) trembled slightly, and words appeared in his mind.

Kill the demonic Taoist and receive merit...

It was the most generous reward since he obtained the waist牌 (waist牌).

Wei Yuan exchanged it for the best soul-nourishing method he could currently afford.

………………

Zhou Yi had to handle the disappearance of the heretical Taoist and the matter of a suspected great demon appearing in the human world.

It was the special operations team member who had previously escorted Wei Yuan who took him to the factory workshop to find Zhang Yue's body. When they arrived, three special operations team members were already there. The tragic scene filled everyone with complex emotions. They turned Zhang Yue's body over.

The stiff body relaxed.

But Zhang Yue kept his eyes wide open, refusing to close them.

The young man who escorted Wei Yuan, Zhang Hao, sighed: "Is he dying with lingering resentment?"

Wei Yuan squatted down, looked at Zhang Yue's pleading face, and reached out to brush over Zhang Yue's eyes. The eyes that seemed to refuse to close slowly closed. Everyone was slightly surprised. Seeing that it was Wei Yuan, who had been on the mountain that day, although it had been proven that what the Mountain God said was just a coincidence, they still subconsciously thought that this matter was normal.

Although Zhang Yue had died, he had undergone a violent demonic transformation after all.

The special operations team still had to exorcise any remaining external evils.

Zhang Hao took Wei Yuan back to the museum.

Then he had other tasks and drove away in a hurry.

When Wei Yuan returned, he saw Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi standing at the door, arguing in low voices.

"No, I can't agree to this!"

"But she saved me."

"But there are boundaries between life and death. Are you trying to die?"

"She saved me in the first place."

"Damn it, Xuan Yi, how did you get an early授箓 (shou lu) with such a stubborn brain?!"

Zhao Yi seemed to be very angry, his forehead throbbing. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. He turned around and saw that Wei Yuan had returned. He stopped talking. Before he could ask how things were going, he heard a flurry of hurried footsteps.

With a crash—

The museum door was pushed open forcefully by small hands.

Zhang Xiaoyu ran out, looked up at the door, and quickly searched with her bright black eyes. After searching several times, she didn't find the person she wanted to see. She looked up at Wei Yuan and said, "Uncle, where's Daddy? Where's Daddy? Where is he hiding?"

Her voice trembled a little.

Wei Yuan was speechless.

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to understand something. Her eyes slowly dimmed.

Then she took a deep breath, mustered her spirits, and cautiously asked:

"Daddy isn't a bad person, he'll come back, right?"

Wei Yuan didn't know how to answer.

How did the captains who used to slay demons and exorcise evil spirits face such a situation when they returned to the safe human world?

What were their feelings?

Zhang Xiaoyu forced a smile on her small face and patted Wei Yuan's arm on tiptoe, as if to comfort him.

Then she took two steps back and bowed seriously:

"Thank you, Uncle..."

She turned and ran away.

Wei Yuan didn't go to find her immediately, but unsheathed his sword, wiped away the remaining magic power and blood, and finally applied sword oil. He returned the sword to its sheath and attached a yellow talisman to the sheath to suppress the baleful energy accumulated from slaying demons, monsters, ghosts, and spirits.

Finally, he walked to the door of the storage room.

There was a suppressed sob inside.

Wei Yuan raised his hand, intending to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, he pushed the door open directly.

Zhang Xiaoyu was squatting on a small stool, hugging her knees and burying her face in them. Her shoulders trembled slightly. Wei Yuan was silent. He reached out and rubbed the top of Zhang Xiaoyu's head. The little girl, who had seemed to be able to hold back just now, shed large tears, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out:

"Daddy is a bad person, a bad person..."

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then said seriously:

"Your father is not a bad person, he is a hero."

"I have never seen anyone as courageous as him."

"He wanted to protect you until the very end."

He used the ghost-expelling supernatural power, but instead of using it to drive away the soul, he tried to convey the feelings Wei Yuan himself had seen at that time during the stage of controlling the soul. Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders trembled violently. When she raised her head, large tears streamed down her face. Wei Yuan gently hugged the child.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body trembled, and she finally couldn't help but cry:

"Daddy is a bad person, a bad person."

"He doesn't want Xiaoyu anymore."

"Big bad guy, big bad guy!"

Wei Yuan opened his mouth.

This was the bad person in the child's eyes.

……………………

Zhang Xiaoyu was originally a living corpse, and her soul was unstable, so she fell asleep after crying for a long time.

Wei Yuan opened the Crouching Tiger waist牌 (waist牌). This time, he exchanged it for a treasure of spiritual materials. He was a little curious about how the Crouching Tiger waist牌 (waist牌) would give it to him. Would it point out a location for him to open, or would it teleport? As a result, when he saw the merit points dissipate, they seemed to turn into a special spiritual energy. The tiger on the Crouching Tiger waist牌 (waist牌) seemed to be revived.

It roared in a low voice.

The tiger's mouth opened wide.

There seemed to be a vortex inside, and then a flash of light, and an object fell directly into Wei Yuan's hand.

It was a jade-white plant about thirty centimeters tall, with an antique flower pot attached. Wei Yuan was also glad that one of the two great supernatural powers of the Commander-in-Chief was to expel ghosts. There were many items and materials related to soul-nourishing methods in the treasure house.

For example, this item was taken back by General Wei Qing when he swept across the Xiongnu and emptied the Xiongnu's old home. It was also one of the more common branches. The real core soul-nourishing wood was already tens of meters high, a giant that ten people could embrace. The Western Regions Xiongnu had more strange witchcraft, and there were more soul-nourishing items than in the Central Plains at that time.

It's a pity that General Wei liked to copy the old bottom when fighting, and then there was nothing left.

But looking at it now, the fenglang juxu and leshi yanran were probably because the Han generals directly beheaded the mountain god of the Xiongnu at that time to sacrifice to the heavens and show their merits, so that the Xiongnu directly had no royal court south of the desert.

Zhang Yue was dead, and Zhang Xiaoyu's body and soul were very weak.

Wei Yuan held the flower pot and prepared to find a suitable place to put this thing down.

Let the effect of the soul-nourishing wood cover the entire museum.

Then proceed to the next step.

………………

Zhao Yi looked at his junior brother, already annoyed to the point of gritting his teeth.

"No, that little girl is a living corpse. There are boundaries between life and death. Why are you still thinking about continuing the living corpse method?"

"It's just repaying kindness."

"But that's the living corpse method. How many years can your cultivation continue? What will happen after your cultivation is exhausted? Are you using your life to extend her life?!"

Seeing that Xuan Yi still refused to turn his head, Zhao Yi paced back and forth, gritted his teeth, and said:

"If it really doesn't work, go to the ancestral master and borrow his wooden tablet!"

Xuan Yi was stunned and said, "That wooden tablet is the ancestral master's treasure."

Zhao Yi said impatiently: "Saving people is the most important thing. What's wrong? Are you going to watch yourself die? Or really save the little girl who saved you? The ancestral master's is made of the heartwood of a five-hundred-year soul-nourishing wood, allowing the little girl to give up her body and nourish her soul is still possible..."

"You, me, and Senior Sister will all go up the mountain to explain the matter clearly. No matter how much the master treasures that thing, he won't refuse to let go."

Zhao Yi's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked around suspiciously:

"Junior brother, have you noticed that the yin energy here seems to be much purer."

Xuan Yi was stunned and nodded.

The two Taoists followed the aura and turned to see Wei Yuan walking out with a pot of plants. Just as they were about to say hello, their eyes were fixed on the thing in the latter's hand, one staring at the jade-white wood and the other staring at the antique flower pot.

Soul-nourishing wood, black for a hundred years, ink black for five hundred years.

Purple for over a thousand years, white for two thousand years, and as beautiful as kun jade for three thousand years.

Wei Yuan, who had entered the world of cultivation for a short time and didn't understand this common knowledge, noticed the two people's gazes.

Thinking that he had turned around and gained a spiritual material.

He paused, and said in a very normal tone that made it impossible to tell he was lying:

"I just remembered that there was this thing at home, it's useful, so I rummaged it out to see."

"Also, don't look, the flower pot is fake, an imitation antique."

ps: Thank you to 归墟之地 (Gui Xu Zhi Di) for the ten thousand reward, thank you~