The moon rises higher and higher, passing through wisps of ink-deep clouds, the night tide soaks in the air, spreading out a strange atmosphere, and there seems to be a terrifying power in the silence.

Walking through the narrow and quiet street, it seems that you can't see any hustle and bustle during the day. The crowded walls on both sides are intertwined and messy. The streets at this time are a bit quiet and uneasy.

Houqing walked leisurely in front of him with a bamboo bone lamp on the palace eaves, while Chen Baiqi was like a young old man in his seventies, half hunched over and struggling with difficulty.

The main reason was that the wound was pulled and painful during the movements, so she could only walk in a strange posture.

The cool breeze at night blew the fine dust and sand on the ground, and the tower, tower, and the dark wall next to the street, flashing a few fast black shadows, breaking the silence just now.

Chen Baiqi suddenly looked at him.

I can't see anything.

But she felt that it was not an illusion just now.

She withdrew her gaze and continued walking without realizing it.

Although Beiwai Lane is called "alley", it actually accounts for about one-fifth of the entire city on the Caocheng map. In the early years, due to the dense crowds in the alley, it expanded to the outer land, increasing the area and reclaimed hundreds of hectares of fertile fields.

Logically speaking, the Beiwai alley is a separate area, with a large number of residents living in it, and it should be prosperous and full of vitality. But now it seems that it is not like a city with living things, but rather like the daytime in the Fengdu Ghost City, empty and desolate, without a trace of light and smoke.

She followed Houqing all the way, without any interest in chatting anymore. The two of them finally came to a place that looked like a concentration camp.

The building is built with heavy and rough rocks, and the surroundings are made of fences with pointed wood, and thick and hard wires are wrapped around it, which is taller than ordinary adults. Six braziers are set up around the building. The braziers are a large iron pot that is about half a person tall. The carbonite and firewood are burning in it, making the camp very bright.

The camp is visually divided into three parts. In front is a flat playground surrounded by four sides, with a guard building and a gate, and two guards. Behind is a row of earth and construction barracks. They are built along the slope and climb up to two levels. What is behind is hidden in a dark night and cannot be seen clearly.

Although it was late at night, Chen Baiqi was watching the system at about 12:30 pm, but there were still many people gathering on the playground. They were dressed no differently than ordinary Qimin. They were just tied with scarves and ropes on their heads, holding their arms, speaking rough and dirty, and covered in banditry. They gathered on the scaffolding platform and were discussing something.

There were two guards at the entrance of the camp. When the guard saw Hou Qing walking from the darkness, he only nodded, and there was no noise or conversation. It was obvious that they had only taboos and tolerance for Hou Qing, and no respect or intimacy.

Soon, they saw Chen Baiqi following Hou Qing.

"Who?!"

They first fucked the spear nervously and alertly, and then looked at Chen Baiqi with a cautious and fierce look, especially her blood-stained abdomen.

Chen Baiqi paused for a moment, looked at them, then looked at Houqing, then lowered his head and continued walking.

Then even though Qing heard the guard's yell, he did not show any expression and still walked slowly.

His calmness and free walking made the guards realize that this person...maybe the one brought back by Houqing.

Their eyes hesitated between the two of them for a moment, then they put away the spear with a dark expression and did not stop her from entering.

Ding! System: There is a group of people talking loudly in front of you that seem to be very concerned. Do you want to go up and ask, accept/reject?

The system has prompts.

As soon as Chen Baiqi crossed the gate, he had not had time to scan the surrounding environment, he heard a group of noisy and chaotic sounds. She glanced over and licked her dry lips.

There are about a dozen or twenty tall men on the platform, not old, and they are in their prime at the age of 20 or 30.

The system marks it - "British Foreign Thugs".

Because there is no enemy relationship for the time being, the mark is yellow.

Generally speaking, the enemy is red, the friend is green, and the one mixed between the two is yellow.

In ordinary environments, Chen Baiqi cannot view these annotations at will, only if the system has tasks released or when it enters dangerous mode.

She booed, her pupils glanced at it, flashing and darkening.

It turned out that the thugs who had been harassing and committing crimes in Caocheng really escaped into Beiwai Lane and gathered here.

A thug from the North Foreign Language?

Judging from this name, she had every reason to suspect that Beiwai Lane had a close relationship with these thugs, and might even be the people from Beiwai Lane.

If this is the case, then the problem is here.

Why do the people from Beiwai Lane create these atrocities and chaos in Caocheng?

For a moment, Chen Baiqi could not understand the mystery.

However... Chen Baiqi said to the system: Reject.

She is now covered in wounds and is physically and mentally exhausted. She just wants to find a place to quietly pick up medicine, recover from her injuries, and have a good sleep.

As for other things, she will deal with them when she has the spirit.

Houqing and Chen Baiqi entered the camp playground, but did not attract the attention of the thugs from the North Foreign Languages. Or if someone saw it, he would subconsciously and carefully avoid having any communication with Houqing.

This person is so terrible that they have already laid this idea in their minds.

From a distance, I saw Hou Qing walking towards the barracks with an injured young man. A purple figure that was originally standing on the guard building jumped down, and he ran towards Hou Qing.

Chen Baiqi stopped when he heard the movement

As he got closer, Chen Baiqi saw a very eye-catching boy in a beard dress. His image and outfit was very different from that of the Central Plains. His hair was very long, but he was randomly tied into a thick braid and hung on his chest. He was wrapped in a thin purple gauze and a silver necklace hanging on his slender neck. He was wearing a leopard long dress, but he had no sleeves. His two slender arms were exposed, and there were a beast-shaped tattoo on it, which covered all the skin of his arms.

His eyebrows and eyes were very soft and thin, and he looked soft and delicate like white lotus after the rain. With the addition of crimson pigment, it became a bit more beautiful and fierce.

This is a beautiful boy who is more like a girl than a teenager.

"gentlemen."

He called Houqing sweetly.

Chen Baiqi recognized this sweet and refreshing voice, which was the voice of the Soul-Seeing Lord who pronounced "possessed".

System label: Posa.

Oh, it turns out it's this Posa.

He looks very young and not tall, much shorter than Chen Baiqi. He is probably only 1.6 meters tall, and he should not be more than fourteen years old. However, his voice is very strange, not the kind of childish voice, but the kind of sweet spit close to adults.

When he ran over, he swept to Chen Baiqi beside Houqing. The young man in blood was very slapping his eyes and said "Huh".

"Sir, why did you bring him here too?" Poso's raised mouth bent down and pointed at her and frowned.

Chen Baiqi was still standing there, without any sound of pitfalls. At this time, she was silent.

She had never seen this young man when she was in Pingling County.

She remembered that Houqing had been following two subordinates, the young man with superb archery skills, and the cold and beautiful woman with extraordinary martial arts.

Now there is another beautiful young man who is good at soul-catching skills.

His current trajectory is becoming more and more unfathomable, and it is confusing. Sometimes Chen Baiqi can't help but think that if he really wants to deal with Mengchangjun, with the strength she has accumulated now, I don't know if she can stop it.

Fortunately, he seems not to be in Qi at the moment, and they are not at the verge of fighting to the death.

"Where is Ya?" Hou Qing raised her face, revealing her fair chin covered by her cloak.

"She received news from the Secret Owl that a mysterious army had entered the Caocheng at night. She asked me to tell my husband and ran to investigate."

Houqing stood there quietly, without saying anything for a while, as if he was thinking.

And Chen Baiqi also heard it.

She was also wondering, when people were staring at each other secretly and cheering, who dared to sneak into Caocheng and what was their purpose?

Hou Qing nodded and said he knew it. The plainclothes hem swung and walked forward. Chen Baiqi came to his senses and followed him step by step.

However, it was blocked by a long and swaying arm.

"Stranger, you can only stay here." When Posa spoke, his tone was always different from that of ordinary people, like deliberately soft, harmless and soft, but in fact, no one dared to underestimate him.

There is a kind of person called Mistone and Bianjian, who is talking about Posa.

Chen Baiqi looked at him with calm pupils.

Posa was stunned for a moment.

These are a pair of… quite comfortable eyes.

Chen Baiqi withdrew his gaze and glanced at Hou Qing, who was deafing the current situation and moving further and further away, sighing in his heart.

She knew that Houqing would never let her have a good life.

She is just a prisoner who refuses to cooperate and is not qualified to ask for good treatment. She didn't say anything, turned around, looked around for a while, and then sat down in a corner, next to the brazier, avoiding the air outlet at the gate.

Seeing her obediently finding a place to squat in the playground, Posu raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

He didn't know that Chen Baiqi was not controlled by his soul-catching technique, so in his eyes, this person named "Chen Huanxian" was very ordinary and had nothing worth looking at.

Seeing that the husband had already entered the barracks, he wanted to catch up and say a few words quickly, but he thought that it was late at night. The husband had been busy for a day and should have a rest earlier, so he stopped.

He jumped onto the guard tower again, looked towards the north gate of Caocheng, and looked into the distance.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Chen Baiqi silently took out a blood bottle from the system package and fed it to himself.

Since choosing the profession of witch doctor, the biggest advantage is that she does not need systematic rewards. As long as she is given enough medicinal materials, she can refine the blood bottle by herself.

She is now able to refine small life potions, but she only refines the medicinal materials by herself, and the success rate is not very high at the beginning.

For her, this small blood bottle is just more effective than the primary elixir such as Qi Yi Dan, focusing on trauma healing. She has not yet mastered enough to upgrade her alchemy skills and refine medium-sized life potions. Otherwise, a bottle of medium-sized life potions would probably be able to recover from her injuries.

Instead of filling two small blood bottles with one after another, the wound was just stopped from bleeding. The degree of suture was still painful when the wound was moved. Only when she continued to fill a few bottles tomorrow will she have the ability to move.

Fortunately, the sword wound on the collarbone pit that Mengchangjun was penetrated by the sword had begun to scabre, and there was no major problem.

But Mengchangjun doesn't have a blood bottle like her that can help her quickly, and she doesn't know how injured she is.
To be continued...