Chapter 110 Prepare
　　
The water ghost next to him leaned over, looking at the place where Dong Yu had just disappeared, his tone rare and a bit wistful: "So this is what you call transcendence to the afterlife? Old Wei, do you think there really is a netherworld and hell, and something like reincarnation?"

　　Wei Yuan said, "Maybe, I don't know."

　　The water ghost nodded with an air of importance and said,

　　"That's right, after all, you haven't died before."

　　Wei Yuan joked:

　　"You seem so interested, want to give it a try? Maybe you can go see that so-called hell and netherworld."

　　"Then come back and tell us what it's like down there."

　　The water ghost thought seriously for a moment, then raised his head and asked:

　　"Do they have cola down there?"

　　Wei Yuan couldn't help but smile, his mood inexplicably better. He stood up and said, "I don't know, maybe they do, maybe they don't. Alright, clean up the offerings on the table. I'll make you a new batch. What do you want to eat?"

　　The ghosts were overjoyed. The water ghost held down the Qi Family Army soldier souls, raised his hand, and said:

　　"I want instant noodles, two eggs, and a sausage!"

　　Wei Yuan was stunned, then smiled and agreed.

　　While he was preparing the offerings, the red embroidered shoe jumped out again, turned on the computer, skillfully logged into an account, and opened a live broadcast room. It was Zhang Yue's mukbang channel. A bunch of dead ghosts stared at the screen, watching Zhang Yue devour food like a starving ghost, quickly tearing and swallowing those big fish and meat.

　　The ghosts all swallowed their saliva.

　　Wei Yuan glanced at it, and his movements paused.

　　Zhang Yue definitely has a problem.

　　But he doesn't seem to be a demon or a ghost.

　　I'll have to take another look when I have time...

　　………………

　　Half a month passed in a flash.

　　Wei Yuan held a book, leaned against a rattan chair, and quietly practiced his breathing.

　　After the Dong Yu incident was resolved, he received some merit. Most of Wei Yuan's skills came from the basic supernatural powers that a Crouching Tiger must master. His swordsmanship combined the Dragon and Tiger lineage with the art of war. The talismans were provided by the current Celestial Master's Mansion, enough to deal with ordinary demons, ghosts, and monsters, but he lacked a fundamental cultivation method.

　　This time, he searched the Great Han Treasure Vault and found the cultivation method belonging to the Sili Xiaowei (Commander of Retainers).

　　The first part of this cultivation method was originally open to the direct subordinates of the Sili Xiaowei, without requiring merit. However, the previous Xiaowei never expected that his successors would not have practiced any cultivation methods, so he did not prepare the oral formulas. The cultivation methods in the Great Han Treasure Vault, on the other hand, had to be exchanged for merit.

　　It also included some insights into cultivation, originally prepared for breaking through bottlenecks.

　　Now, it could only be considered a slight waste.

　　Wei Yuan used the merit he obtained from the Dong Yu incident to exchange for this Crouching Tiger Art.

　　It was created during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. At that time, the world was unified, the influence of Huang-Lao philosophy had not yet ended, and the Confucianism that abolished all other schools of thought and revered Confucianism alone did not have the later pedantic atmosphere. The law of witchcraft was prevalent among the people. The Crouching Tiger Art was formed by integrating the strengths of various schools of thought.

　　In the following millennia, the Sili Xiaowei eliminated demons and exorcised evil spirits, verifying and improving their skills.

　　There were also manuscripts of grandmasters from various sects.

　　This cultivation method became more and more complete, but it ultimately focused on the path of subduing demons and eliminating evil spirits.

　　Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air, feeling that his meager cultivation had not changed at all. He didn't take it to heart. The accumulation of cultivation was a slow and gradual process of diligent practice. Of course, you wouldn't see the difference in a day or two. Over time, there would be a difference. At least, he hadn't wasted his time in the past half month.

　　It was just that he still couldn't see anything unusual about Zhang Yue.

　　Even after using the talismans of the Celestial Master's Mansion, it was still the same... He was neither a demon nor a ghost.

　t Could he be a spirit creature?

　　But how could a person transform into a spirit creature?

　　Jingle, jingle—

　　The bell on the door rang.

　　A customer had arrived.

　　Wei Yuan's thoughts were interrupted. He looked up slightly and saw two familiar faces.

　　It was the two girls who had come that day.

　　Tao Siwen and her best friend.

　　……………………

　　"Curator, we're bothering you again."

　　"Thank you so much for what happened last time. I really don't know what I would have done otherwise..."

　　In the museum, Tao Siwen's face was full of gratitude.

　　Wu Antong, on the other hand, looked at Wei Yuan with a strange expression.

　　She couldn't understand how her best friend, who had previously dismissed this curator and thought he was just using rhetoric, had changed her mind and even made a special trip to thank him. Was she possessed by an evil spirit?

　　Wei Yuan said, "Did that talisman work?"

　　Tao Siwen nodded emphatically.

　　When she returned home that day, she discovered that the talisman in her pocket had already burned to ashes. Recalling it, she was able to realize something was wrong and control herself at the beginning, not instinctively turning her head back. It must have been the effect of the talisman.

　　After that, the ghost had no choice but to use Wu Antong's voice to call her, tricking her into turning around.

　　Wei Yuan smiled and said, "That's good."

　　Tao Siwen said a little embarrassedly:

　　"Um... Curator, can you... give me two more?"

　　After saying that, she quickly raised her hand and added, "I'll pay for them."

　　Wei Yuan looked at her. She was no longer being harassed by evil spirits. As long as she wasn't afraid in her heart and the three lamps on her body were bright, ordinary ghosts couldn't get close to her. He took out two ineffective talismans and handed them over, smiling:

　　"Here you go. However, I don't have many of those talismans here. These two are not as effective as the last one."

　　Ineffective...

　　Tao Siwen was a little disappointed.

　　Wu Antong, on the other hand, felt more and more that this curator was using rhetoric to fool her best friend.

　　She thought he was quite pleasing to the eye last time, but this time, she felt indignant for her best friend.

　　Wei Yuan closed the book in his hand and looked out the window. Several military-green trucks drove past on the street. Soldiers in camouflage uniforms with cold and calm expressions sat in the back. Wei Yuan thought of what Zhou Yi had said before, and his expression was slightly surprised.

　　Are they going to start preparing?

　　Wu Antong followed his gaze and said, "They are soldiers from the Divine Machine Battalion."

　　The unit numbers still had the imprint of the previous era.

　　She remembered the news she saw this morning and casually explained:

　　"It seems that our Jiangnan Military Region is going to conduct a military exercise in the mountains around Quanshi. This time, they have mobilized about two battalions of Divine Machine Battalion soldiers. It seems that a lot of high-powered firearms have also been transported in, and there are also fighter jets. They are probably going to practice with live ammunition."

　　Two battalions, almost a thousand people?

　　And high-powered firearms.

　　Were they going to use gunpowder to plow through Crouching Tiger Mountain?

　　Wei Yuan vaguely guessed what Zhou Yi meant when she contacted him a few days ago and told him to be prepared.

　　Tao Siwen said, "Is Curator Wei also interested in military exercises?"

　　Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and smiled, "After all, I'm a man."

　　Tao Siwen nodded, then said with some regret:

　　"Unfortunately, military exercises are confidential. The exercise area has already been cordoned off. We can only watch the news. Even if there are pictures, they are only a few seconds long."

　　Seeing that they were going to continue chatting, Wu Antong pulled Tao Siwen's sleeve: "Siwen, we've thanked him and got the talismans. Let's go. I know a newly opened restaurant. Let's have lunch there, okay?"

　　Tao Siwen didn't really want to leave yet.

　　Wei Yuan saw a military vehicle leave the street and drive towards his museum. The heavy and solid vehicle stopped steadily outside. Two soldiers in special operations uniforms got out of the car and strode into the museum, which was still open, carrying guns on their backs and exuding a cold aura.

　　The two customers in the shop were stunned.

　　The two soldiers strode up to Wei Yuan, whom they had already seen in photos, and stood at attention.

　　But there was still a hint of doubt in their eyes.

　　With brisk and forceful footsteps, Zhou Yi, wearing a combat uniform and with sharp short hair, got out of another car and strode in. Seeing that there were actually two customers in this usually deserted museum, she was also stunned for a moment. She gave the two girls a gentle smile, then placed a gun on the table and pushed it towards Wei Yuan, saying:

　　"Things happened suddenly."

　　"Also, this is your gun."

　　Firearms are at least effective in hindering and interrupting from a distance.

　　Wei Yuan had been mentally prepared when he saw the soldiers. Without saying much, he nodded, put down the talisman book in his hand, got up, and took his sword. He wore black clothes, tightened the wrist guards on his wrists to make it easier to attack, carried the long sword on his back, and inserted the broken sword diagonally into his waist. Then, he put away the gun. The belt provided by the special operations team had removed the positions for talismans and pills and also had a concealed holster.

　　There was a dead silence.

　　Only the low hum of the sword in its sheath and the slight click of the gun entering its holster could be heard.

　　A sense of solemnity and killing intent filled the original museum.

　　Wei Yuan looked at the two rare customers, thought for a moment, and had no choice but to say:

　　"I'm sorry, we're closing early today."

　　ps: Buffer chapter~