"I was sealed outside the door last night. I came out to see it at three in the morning and I have been there until now."

The passengers guarding the gate of the Sihe Courtyard gave up a way like Moses splitting the sea, allowing Wei Xun to go to the front.

Zhou Xiyang frowned: "I promised him to clean up the street and restore the outside as before, but the New Year paintings did not react at all."

Speaking of Zhou Xiyang, he wanted to speak, but stopped looking at Wei Xun. Nezha Ling appeared just as Qianjia Paper and the blood paper that was big as a skinned butcher was flying everywhere. Before Qianjia Paper swept the drumbeat Hu, he did not appear.

Obviously, compared to the "missing" of the ghosts in Leigu Hutong, "pollution" should be the key to making Nezha spirit intolerable.

But even though Zhou Xiyang promised to sweep the Drum Hutong, the New Year painting was still sealed outside the courtyard gate. Nezha on the New Year painting glared at Zhou Xiyang with three heads. After he stood for a long time, Nezha tried to poke him with a fire spear.

"Hey, don't--"

Zhou Xiyang was reporting the situation, but when he was not careful, he saw Wei Xun pulling out the tour guide flag and poking it directly into the crack of the door. Kakaka and Nezha's fire-tip gun in the New Year painting.

Zhou Xiyang was shocked. He didn't care about the others and hugged Wei Xun and pulled it back. The next second, he saw a fiery fire ejaculation from the tip of the fire-spike gun, and almost caught Wei Xun's cloak.

When Zhou Xiyang pulled him away, Wei Xun was tense all over and almost responded to the condition. Fortunately, he held back. Wei Xun glanced at the tour guide's flagpole. The fire-tip gun did not leave any traces on it. He also felt the hot flame just now. Wei Xun wanted to try whether the flame could burn through the tour guide's cloak.

But Zhou Xiyang was so mentally volatile that he had just sewn and repaired his spirit and was so scared that he almost rioted again. Wei Xun raised his hand and patted his head casually.

“It’s very—”

This is very dangerous!

Zhou Xiyang almost broke his heart out of fear. He was about to tell B250 the dangers of his actions just now!

But when Wei Xun slapped his head, Zhou Xiyang's restless and chaotic spirit was miraculously relieved. It was like a breeze blowing by, and those strong emotions were wiped out, leaving only peace.

“——Very dangerous.”

The words were said, but they were not as stern as they imagined. They were plain and plain as if they were just talking casually:

"At least tell us before you start."

After speaking, Zhou Xiyang even smiled at Wei Xun. This smile was a relaxed and relaxed mind after his mental relief, and it was revealed naturally.

"Ahem."

Zhou Xiyang barely raised his face and pretended not to notice the gaze of the people around him. He actually reflected on himself whether his tone was too fierce just now.

The mental relief matter last night Wei Xun briefly discussed with the dream chaser who has not left. As the captain of the brigade, Wei Xun can connect with him, and in theory, he can relieve the returnees.

At the same time, An Xuefeng also bears some mental pollution from others. Such people are related to An Xuefeng, and Wei Xun can also relieve them.

For example, Zhou Xiyang.

There are many types of mental relief. For example, he and An Xuefeng who enter the spiritual illusion of each other is not considered the depth of connection. Just looking at this form can be considered a deep relief. According to the division of dream chasers, staying in the same space as the members of the brigade is considered a shallow relief. The tour guide's san value will gradually recover, and the mental pollution caused by passengers will gradually disappear.

Having physical contact with brigade members, such as holding hands, hugging, etc. is a middle-level relief, which is usually used in emergencies. For example, a member is subject to a lot of mental pollution, and a quick hug can improve the other party's situation.

Entering the spiritual illusion is equivalent to deep relief, mainly targeting mental abnormalities caused by passengers under long-term mental pollution. For example, Mao Xiaole's bloodthirsty killing, Wang Yushu's mourning, and An Xuefeng's nine-level spiritual illusion.

If the mental abnormality cannot be completely solved, the first two reliefs are only a treatment for the symptoms but not the root cause.

Wei Xun patted Zhou Xiyang's head, just like he patted the gray, and did not treat his mental illness.

But Zhou Xiyang already felt refreshed and seemed to be more than ten years younger and full of vitality!

It's different to have a tour guide.

Zhou Xiyang used his greatest will to let go of Wei Xun, restrained his impulse to post with the tour guide, and said with concern:

"Are you okay?"

The mental pollution that fell from him was likely to fall on M250!

But seeing Wei Xun find a paper-making man, he just muddles it, and a special five-star paper man with a thousand papers with a trace of soul swallowed all these mental pollutions.

"fine."

Wei Xun waved his hand casually and looked at the devil businessman standing aside.

"You saw it, too."

The devil businessman said slowly: "Nezha Ling is not the guide of this journey, and at his level... he can not give the hotel face."

However, he did not get close, and even kept a distance from Yu and Hui. His tone was colder than before, and his attitude was as business as before.

Such a change was obviously caused by the communication between the Devil Merchant and the Black Widow last night, but Wei Xun didn't care. This was not a question that should be cared about now.

"The character of the spirit is consistent with the imagination of countless people."

Half-Director also became serious and found it difficult:

"What is Nezha in the public's mind like? What is he like?"

Even the tour guide dares to burn, even the tour guide flag dares to fight, and even does not give the hotel face at all.

Nezha Ling didn't dare to do anything.

"Last night we caused damage to the...'underworld ecological environment' in Leigu Hutong."

Meikel also expressed his opinion: "This eight-armed Nezha City is in a sense his body. If you want to be forgiven, it may not be enough to just clean up."

But it would be a big loss if all the evil ghosts and all the props and items were put back!

Even though these things were picked up by two tour guides Wei Xun and the Devil Merchant, Mei Keer felt that it hurts too much when he brought them in.

"wrong."

Just then, on October 10th, he suddenly spoke and said coldly: "In the past, there were so many places for renovation and reconstruction in this city. If you really want to say, "Eight-Armed Nezha City" has long been beyond recognition."

"He has existed based on human beliefs, not just a city-turned spirit."

Bai Xiaotian said silently: "The deputy group said this last night."

"The changes in this city will not have much impact on him."

"The physical changes will definitely not be possible, but no one can stand the changes in mental pollution!"

Yun Lianghan couldn't help but irritate, "If he is a spirit, he will be most taboo to mental pollution. I think he--"

Yun Lianghan didn't say the three words "abnormal"? Although everyone saw the deformed meat ball last night.

But the New Year pictures are still blocked at the door, and only a fool can say bad things like this.

"I've been talking for a long time, and I'll make a solution as soon as possible."

Augustus was impatient and said irritably: "Would you like to pay attention to the street or put all the ghosts back? Hurry up and decide a way out!"

For a moment, the passengers were discussing it in full swing, just like a quarrel. Wei Xun looked at them in surprise.

The matter of Nezha Spirit Blocking is fundamentally the problem of their tour guide, and it should be solved by the tour guide.

Even the three werewolves in the west are fine and don’t care about them. Even if they don’t know Nezha very much, they are listening carefully.

Is this journey focused on punctuality, and delayed time will punish the tour guide and passengers. All veteran passengers know the priorities?

But the passengers didn't even complain, and they didn't even have any negative attitude towards the tour guide. Even Yun Lianghan only complained that Qianjia Paper and the skinned butcher had been fighting too much, and the dirty things were flying all over the sky, not pulling them to M250 and the devil businessman.

This made Wei Xun feel uncomfortable.

"Devil Merchant, come here."

Wei Xun waved to the devil businessman, squatted in front of the Siheyuan gate, and through the crack of the door, he met Nezha, the New Year painting sealed outside.

"Need help?"

A shiny miniature crystal dragon lay on Wei Xun's shoulder, which was the transformation of the spiritual consciousness of the dream-chasing person.

As soon as this sentence was released, it immediately attracted the attention of all passengers!

dream Catcher!

The three werewolfs were tense and were extremely alert. When the crystal dragon didn't speak just now, they didn't notice the other party's existence at all. It glanced over easily, and made Augustus' wolf hair stand upside down, almost turning into a werewolf state!

Even though they know that the guardian cannot take action at will, or even have mental influences, the reputation of Class A tour guide alone is enough to make them afraid!

"No, you can just chat with old friends."

Wei Xun said that his casual tone was like saying to the child, "Go and play."

How can you talk to dreamers like this!

Meikel, Half-Life Taoist and others screamed in their hearts.

He is your golden thigh. Aren’t you afraid that he will get angry?

Besides, this is the dream chaser who took the initiative to ask for help. Do you really don’t need it?!

"Old friend...tsk.

Alas, I just don't get angry. The dream chaser was too deep for Wei Xun's filter and didn't mind at all. The crystal dragon had a really good temper and flew down from Wei Xun's shoulders: "We are actually not very familiar with each other."

"Black Widow, what do you think."

"Oh, chasing dreams, your words really make me sad."

A soft and elegant female voice sounded, a black spider with a button-sized button and a shiny carapace stood up from the devil's businessman's shoulders, and the slender forelimbs rubbed against his body. The joints of its forelimbs had small and delicate gear connections, which looked like a puppet puppet like a craftsman.

"It is not a gentleman's behavior to make a lady sad."

She gently whispered, hanging silk fell from the devil's businessman's shoulder:
To be continued...