Ask Sword

In the carriage, Li Ang looked solemn.

That Situ Zhi from the far west belongs to the Zhaoming organization like Yajiu,

He created a water poisoning epidemic in Suzhou, which poisoned several states and almost caused Jiangnan to fall.

In the end, under Li Ang's report, he was arrested and brought to justice by the Zhenfu Department, and brought back to Chang'an and put in prison.

The Zhenfu Division is heavily guarded, and Li Ang doesn't know where Situ Zhi is being held, nor does he know if Situ Zhi has explained clearly about Zhao Ming in the prison.

But one thing is certain, there is a high probability that he is not dead yet.

Every cultivator Zhu Xiao cherishes existence, not to mention that Situ Zhi is an extremely rare Gu master from the far west.

Even if Zhen Fusi wanted to kill him, it would be after draining all the use value and extracting all the information.

The Zhen Fusi did not move for a long time, apparently did not extend Situ Zhi's clues to Yajiu,

Li Ang had no choice but to investigate by himself.

Using moss parasitism to control many insects, monitor the troubles in Jinchengfang, and look for possible crows and nine puppets.

For a long time, Mosi's avatar has not been able to notice anything unusual. Until just now, I smelled extremely weak spiritual energy fluctuations.

Gululu.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the ground and drove towards the west of the city. Li Ang closed his eyes and sensed Mosi clone in the distance.

Buzz——

A blowfly flew slowly across the streets of Jinchengfang, slowly landed on a branch of a tree, and looked down while rubbing its hands lazily.

The aura fluctuations come from an old shed, in which there is an old man lying on his back on a plank bed,

His chest didn't rise and fall, he had stopped breathing

And judging from the old shabby shirt he was wearing, and the bamboo baskets, poles, and groceries placed in the shed,

His identity should be a salesman.

'died? ! '

The fly stopped rubbing its hands, flapped its wings, flew into the window, and landed on the bed.

There was still some warmth on the old man's body surface, apparently he had just died not long ago,

On the back of his scalp, there remained a tiny round hole with blood oozing out.

Li Ang instantly thought of the puppet needle Yajiu used to control others,

This old shopkeeper should be one of Yajiu's puppets. With his status as a shopkeeper, Yajiu can walk around Chang'an City at will without arousing suspicion.

Now that he is dead, could it be that Yajiu killed people to silence him?

No, it shouldn't be.

The fly flew forward, pierced the skin of the salesman's corpse with its mouthparts, and released moss to probe.

The salesman is old and frail, and the organs in his body have already decayed long before the puppet needle is pulled out.

It is very likely that after the salesman's death, Ya Jiu took away the puppet needle and erased the traces.

Is it still a step late?

The fly retracted the moss and rubbed its palms a little irritably.

Wait, maybe this is an opportunity.

The old man's family was poor, and he didn't look like he had a wife and children. After his death, no one cared about him. At most, he was sent to the cemetery outside the city to be buried after a rough inspection by the government servants.

But if you create something at the scene of the death to attract the attention of the Zhenfu Department,

Maybe they will be able to find the puppet needle, and then point the clue to Yajiu.

The fly crawled to the back of the salesman's neck, and used its mouthparts to expand the originally insignificant wound, causing blood to drip down and stain the entire pillow red.

Then the flies flew away from the shed,

Another cicada controlled by Mosi flew over, lying on the tree trunk and singing loudly.

Xia Chan chirped very loudly, and soon a few urchins ran out of the surrounding sheds with runny noses.

The urchins who were interrupted from their nap were so angry that they took thin bamboo poles and net bags and planned to knock down the cicadas.

However, the cicada moved nimbly, avoiding all the net pockets, and flew into the window of the shed.

The urchins caught up and saw the corpse on the plank bed through the window.

There was a scream.

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To the east of Chang'an City, a dark river ghost city.

On the wet streets, passers-by wearing different masks and various hidden costumes were in a hurry, not daring to stay in one place for too long.

The stalls on both sides of the street are much sparser. The few remaining stall owners were also wearing armor, pressing their weapons vigilantly.

Today, people have been missing in the ghost market.

At the beginning, no one took it seriously. The ghost market was already chaotic. Some people came, some left, and some died. It's normal for a few people to go missing.

But as time went by, more and more missing persons,

From business travelers from other places, to local monks in the ghost city, to guards patrolling the streets.

Even members of the major families that rule the ghost market have disappeared inexplicably.

People in the ghost market are in panic. Some people say that they heard beast roars and dragon chants faintly from the depths of the dark river. It may be alien beasts eating people.

Some people say that the Kou family may have returned and is launching revenge.

Others said that this was the Zhenfu Division's secret encirclement and suppression.

It's ridiculous that the ghost city is haunted.

The puppet wearing a crow mask walked slowly through the streets, ignoring the uneasy voices in the streets and alleys, and walked through the winding paths to a house in the depths of the ghost city.

In the courtyard of the house, the two were sitting behind the table, drinking wine and eating meat.

The middle-aged man with his back to the main entrance had a big shoulder, a round face, a curly beard, and a messy beard. He was wearing a blood-stained butcher's coat, and a rusty machete was pinned to his waist.

Sitting opposite him was an old man with a thin body, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked like an ape. He is wearing a frieze, a tunic, and a wooden scabbard across his knees.

crunch——

The butcher picked up a large piece of meat from the plate, put it in his mouth, passed it casually, and then spat out the pale bones on the ground.

The old ape man was much more elegant. He raised his flesh with his left hand, raised his right hand high, and held a long sword. With a quick vibration of the palm,

The tip of the sword flew up and down, peeling pieces of meat as crystal clear as snowflakes from the bones and falling on the plate.

"hiss."

The old ape man lowered his head, took a deep breath towards the plate, sighed contentedly, picked up the soy sauce, cornel and other seasonings prepared in advance on the table, and slowly poured them into the porcelain plate.

Then put the long sword on the white cloth, lift the chopsticks, dip the meat in the sauce, and put it in the mouth. The ape-like face was immediately filled with joy and satisfaction, and deep wrinkles unfolded like flowers blooming.

The two of them had a sip of wine and a sip of meat. From time to time, they commented on the delicateness of the meat and the amount of fat.

Just like the common gourmet diners in Chang'an Restaurant-if you ignore the pile of blood-stained unowned clothes under the table.

The disgust in Yajiu's eyes was fleeting, and he said slowly, "Both of you, I have found Situ Zhi's location, and he is being imprisoned in the sarcophagus forest of Zhenfu Division."