In the carriage, Li Ang looked solemn.
Situ Zhi, who comes from the far west, belongs to the same Zhaoming organization as Yajiu.
He created a water poisoning epidemic in Suzhou, which ravaged several states and almost caused the fall of Jiangnan.
Finally, after being reported by Li Ang, he was arrested and brought to justice by the Zhenfu Division, and was taken to Chang'an and imprisoned.
The Zhenfu Division was heavily guarded, and Li Ang didn't know where exactly Situ Zhi was being imprisoned, or whether Situ Zhi had clearly explained Zhao Ming's affairs in prison.
But one thing is certain, he is most likely not dead yet.
Every Zhuxiao cultivator cherishes his existence, not to mention that Situ Zhi is an extremely rare Gu Master from the far west.
Even if the Zhenfu Division wants to kill him, it will only be after squeezing out all the value and extracting all the information.
The Zhenfu Division has not taken any action for a long time, obviously not extending Situ Zhi's clues to Yajiu.
Li Ang had no choice but to investigate by himself.
Use the ink parasitism to control many insects, monitor the movements of Jinchengfang, and look for possible Crow Nine puppets.
Until now, Mo Si's clone had not noticed anything strange. Until just now, she 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 the clone of Mo Si in the distance.
Buzz——
A blowfly flew slowly across the streets of Jinchengfang, and slowly landed on the branches of a certain tree, rubbing its hands lazily while looking down.
The spiritual energy fluctuations came from an old shack. There was an old man lying on his back on the wooden bed in the house.
His chest was not rising and he had stopped breathing
Judging from the shabby t-shirt he was wearing, as well as the bamboo baskets, poles, and groceries placed in the shack,
His identity should be a salesman.
‘Dead?!’
The fly stopped rubbing its hands, flapped its wings, flew into the window, and landed on the bed.
There was still a little warmth left on the old salesman's body, so he had obviously just died.
On the back of his scalp, there was a tiny round hole with blood oozing out.
Li Ang instantly thought of the puppet needle that Yajiu used to control others.
This old salesman should be one of Yajiu's puppets. With the help of his status as a salesman, Yajiu can travel around Chang'an City at will without arousing suspicion from others.
Now that he is dead, could it be that Yajiu killed someone and silenced him?
No, probably not.
The fly flew forward, pierced the skin of the peddler's body with its mouthparts, and released its silk threads for exploration.
The salesman is old and frail, and the organs in his body have already decayed long before the puppet needle was pulled out.
Yajiu probably took away the puppet needle after the salesman died and erased the traces.
Is it still too late...
The fly took back the ink and rubbed his palms together irritably.
Wait, maybe this is an opportunity.
The old salesman's family was poor, and he didn't seem to have a wife or children. After his death, no one cared about him. At most, he was taken to the cemetery outside the city for burial after a cursory inspection by the government officials.
But if you create something at the death scene to attract the attention of the Town Council,
Maybe they can discover the puppet needle and point clues to Crow Jiu.
The fly crawled to the back of the salesman's neck and used its mouthparts to enlarge the originally invisible wound, causing blood to drip down and dye the entire pillow red.
Then the flies flew away from the shed,
Another cicada controlled by Mo Si flew over and lay on the trunk of the tree, chirping loudly.
The summer cicadas chirped extremely noisily, and soon several urchins with runny noses ran out of the surrounding shacks.
The urchins were furious that their nap was interrupted. They took thin bamboo poles and net bags and planned to knock down the cicada.
However, the cicada's movements were flexible, and it flew away from all the net pockets and flew into the window of the shack.
The urchins caught up and saw the body on the bed through the window.
Screams started.
————
East of Chang'an City, Underwater Ghost Market.
On the wet streets, passers-by wearing different masks and various concealment attires were in a hurry and did not dare to stay in one place for too long.
The stalls on the streets on both sides have become much sparse. The few remaining stall owners are also wearing armor and holding their swords vigilantly.
Today, people continue to disappear in the ghost market.
At first, no one took it seriously. The ghost market was already chaotic, with people coming, leaving, and dying. It was normal for a few people to disappear.
But as time goes by, more and more people are missing.
From business travelers from other places, to local monks in ghost markets, to street patrol guards.
Even the major families that rule the ghost market have family members who have disappeared inexplicably.
People in the ghost city are panicked. Some people say that they heard the faint roar of beasts and dragons deep in the underground river. It may be that strange beasts cannibalize people.
Some people say that the Kou family may be back and are carrying out retaliation.
Others say that this is a secret encirclement and suppression by the Zhenfu Division.
It's really funny that the ghost market is haunted.
The puppet wearing a crow mask walked slowly through the streets, ignoring the restless chatter in the streets and alleys, and walked through the winding paths to a house deep in the ghost city.
In the courtyard of the house, two people were sitting behind the table, drinking wine and eating meat.
The middle-aged man with his back to the front door has a big body and a round waist, a fleshy face, and a curly and messy beard. He is wearing a blood-stained butcher's coat and has a rusty machete on his waist.
Sitting opposite him was a thin old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked like an ape. He wore a futou and a robe, and had a wooden scabbard placed across his knees.
Crunch——
The butcher picked up a large piece of meat from the plate, put it in his mouth and looked at it casually, then spat out the pale bones on the ground.
The old ape is much more elegant. He lifts the meat with his left hand and raises his right hand high, holding a long sword. With the palm of his hand vibrating rapidly,
The tip of the sword flew up and down, peeling pieces of meat as clear as snowflakes from the bones, and dropped them on the plate.
"Hiss."
The old ape lowered his head, took a deep breath towards the plate, sighed with satisfaction, picked up the soy sauce, dogwood and other condiments prepared in advance on the table, and slowly poured them into the porcelain plate.
Then he placed the long sword on the white cloth, raised his chopsticks, dipped the meat in the sauce, and put it into his mouth. The ape-like face was immediately occupied by joy and satisfaction, and the deep wrinkles spread out, like flowers blooming.
The two of them took a sip of wine and a bite of meat, commenting from time to time on the delicateness of the meat and the amount of fat.
Just like the common gourmets in Chang'an Restaurant - if you ignore the pile of blood-stained ownerless clothes under the table.
The look of disgust in Crow Nine Puppet's eyes flashed away, and he slowly said: "You two, I have discovered Situ Zhi's location. He is imprisoned in the sarcophagus forest of Zhenfusi."
7017k
This chapter has been completed!