The cell door opened, and the ghost-faced girl was gone.
Ran?
Or is it another deception?
Li Changan did not dare to neglect, and urged Chonglong Yu to find a trace of the remaining fragrance and go along the corridor to the gate.
He did run away, but the traces can be found!
The Taoist priest's expression changed and he quickly picked up the beggar next to him.
This man was also strange. Ever since he was imprisoned, he looked like he had lost his soul. He didn't make any noise, didn't speak, and didn't even know how to hide when he was stabbed with a sword.
Now the Taoist priest pulled him over, and he walked along obediently without resisting at all, as if he had been possessed and cast a curse.
Time was running out now, and Li Changan had no time to study it carefully, so he hurriedly led him out of the prison door.
there.
The class leader happened to wake up and was lying on the ground with seven or eight men on his body, pointing tremblingly at the Taoist priest.
"You let the temptress go..."
The Taoist priest's face darkened.
He caught a glimpse of an extinguished torch on the ground, raised his toes, and fired a volley into the air. With good luck, he hit the door ten steps away, knocking the rest of the guy's noises and his front teeth back into his belly.
I ignored him and turned around and left.
It's important to chase the murderer, these rats will take care of them later.
…
After the raging wind.
The hall in front of the door was in a mess, some suspicious liquids were spread all over the floor, and the strong smell made the Taoist priests couldn't help but frown.
Take a look around.
The Zhang brothers were sweating coldly and gasping against the wall; You Xiaer and Tu Zi fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead; Feng Daoren fell to the ground, eyes closed tightly, chest heaving violently; as for the swordsman named Xu Zhan,
Seeing that it was Li Changan coming, San San came out of his hiding place in the corner and smiled awkwardly at the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He pushed the beggar towards him and quickly pushed the door open and walked out.
…
Outside the door is a small courtyard.
The public area was bare and not worth seeing.
There was only a thin layer of mist, like frost, forming a shallow layer.
The hustle and bustle in the distance could be heard faintly, making the courtyard even more deserted.
Li Changan, who was hurriedly walking in the prison, stopped when he came out of the door.
He held the sword at his waist and looked up.
But I saw the clear moonlight.
High above the courtyard wall, there is a cornice protruding from a waterfall of vines.
The ghost-faced man stood on the eaves, with a red skirt connected to purple flower vines. The dagger in his hand and the moonlight behind him reflected a faint halo.
She looked at Li Changan quietly.
Then he jumped lightly, like a wisp of smoke melting into the moonlight.
at this time.
"Fellow Daoist Li."
Li Changan looked back and saw that it was Feng Chong who was holding on to the wall and struggling to stand up. His round face was as white as a bun just out of the oven.
He called the Taoist priest, but before he could utter a single word, a mouthful of old blood came out first.
"What are you..."
"It doesn't matter."
He waved his hand.
"The spell backfires, and it's hard to control the energy and blood for a while... Wow."
Before he finished speaking, he vomited a small mouthful of blood, which made his face paler and his eyes even more blue.
He simply shut his mouth, took out an object from his arms, and threw it from a distance.
The Taoist priest took it and saw it was a pair of armored horses.
Palm-sized pieces of yellow paper were strung together with red strings. The edges were printed with complex patterns, and in the center was a small man galloping on a horse, with the four words "White Clouds Rising" written on it.
There are many monsters and ghosts in this world, and there are often spells and magic weapons for sale on the market. However, only nine out of ten are fake, and the remaining one is genuine and they are mostly popular goods, such as the evil-killing talismans of the Li Changan Society.
They come from various sources and have different effects. The only thing they have in common is that they can be used easily regardless of common customs, sects or cultivation levels.
Cheap masters occasionally buy some and keep them with them to make up for the lack of Taoist inheritance in small sects.
So Li Changan also learned a little about it, such as the pair of magical armored horses in his hands!
He was worried that he could not drive him away by himself because of his ghostly appearance and human form.
This is truly timely.
The Taoist priest thanked him, quickly tied the armor horse on his calf, and said:
"I hope to invite the six gods Liuding and Liujia, the flying gods with white clouds, cranes and feathers. The clouds under my feet are as fast as the wind, as if I were flying in the blue sky. I was ordered by the Nine Heavens Xuannv to take pictures."
As soon as the words fall, the steps take a step.
The person was like a "monkey flying through the sky", flying out with a "swish".
…………
The prison here is bursting with murderous intent in the deserted atmosphere, while the festival over there is bustling with celebration.
The long streets on both sides are brightly lit and full of tourists.
The painted boats are connected to each other on the central waterway, as if another street market has been paved on the water.
Various entertainment companies, prostitutes, actors, and actors were all gearing up to perform various plays, and each showed their talents, attracting loud applause from the audience on the bridge, on the shore, upstairs, and on the boat.
Among them, the one with the loudest voices, the loudest applause, and the largest audience was undoubtedly Sanniang Zi’s Painted Boat.
The painting boat stopped in the middle of the waterway, with ropes connected to the flowers and trees on both sides. It was hung with lanterns, making the water surface full of light, as if the painting boat was hanging in the sky on the Milky Way.
The deck was cleared and a stage was set up, on which an acrobatic act was being performed.
A fat woman was carrying a large bamboo pole, which was more than twenty feet high. There were many small poles running across it, covered with colorful lanterns. Nine little girls aged eleven or twelve were playing on the small poles.
, As agile as an ape, as light as a bird, or dancing the whirlwind dance, or Cuju, or sumo wrestling...
It's thrilling, wonderful and exquisite!
The woman also occasionally stumbled and pretended to make mistakes, which frightened the audience on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and made them scream.
At this time, a small boat will sail out next to the painting boat, and a boat girl will push it to the shore, making loud noises and cheering for the audience.
With such a festival, such an atmosphere, and such a wonderful program, who would have the nerve to be stingy?
Ever since.
There is always money raining down on the boat.
Among them, the one who cheered the most and received the most rewards was none other than the young catcher Bo Ziyu.
It turned out that there had been frequent murders recently, and it was a tense moment for the government. Even tonight, he and his brothers should patrol and keep vigil.
However, the wife of the Liu family, whom she has long admired, asked someone to send a message that she would take him on a trip tonight.
Where does he have any thoughts on patrolling?
He quickly took off his soap clothes and put on his robe. He took off his belt knife, picked up his folding fan, and pretended to be a handsome young man.
He also spent all his savings to make the beauty smile tonight!
The boat girl was also clever, she won a big reward, and she smiled with a pair of dimples.
"Thank you, sir. Madam, please watch and enjoy."
The words connected Bo Ziyu and the lady of the Liu family next to her.
This made Bo Ziyu burst into laughter, which made Madam Liu's face turn red, she spat, covered her face and ran away, while Bo Ziyu chased after her with a smile.
After a while.
The man and woman who were having a private meeting then went to a shop. In front of the shop, they held many lanterns on poles. The top one was the most exquisite, with colorful lanterns and colorful patterns.
Madam Liu couldn't move her eyes away when she looked at her. How could Bo Ziyu miss this opportunity to be attentive?
But when I inquired about it, I found out that they don't sell it, they only give it away.
But the prerequisite is to guess lantern riddles.
…
"Drawing time is round, writing time is square, winter time is short, and summer time is long."
Unable to resist the expectant look in the beauty's eyes, he had no choice but to push forward.
But even though he was almost scratching Tian Ling Gai's head, he still had no idea in his mind.
Fortunately, the store owner was an old acquaintance of his uncle Xing Baotou, and he was half an elder, so he quietly asked someone to hand him a note.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief, hid the note in his hand, turned it around, and took a sneak peek through the lantern.
But I haven’t seen it clearly yet.
Suddenly.
A figure jumped down from the roof, with his toes on the wall, like a gust of wind passing over the heads of the crowd, causing a burst of exclamations, and by the way, the note was blown away.
Bo Ziyu was confused and at a loss.
Another figure jumped from the roof, but the latter was not as light as the former. He fell straight down and smashed the lantern to pieces.
Then, like a flea turned spirit, it jumped over the heads of the frightened crowd.
Bo Ziyu stared blankly at the ruins of the lantern on the ground, then turned to look at the mist on Madam Liu's two autumn leaves.
A burst of anger arose.
He turned around to look for traces of those two people.
But I saw the former stepping on the rope and running quickly towards the painting boat.
The latter fell heavily on the boat girl's boat, causing the bow of the boat to sink. Then it used the force to rise into the sky and pounced on the former.
Bo Ziyu doesn't know about the other things, but how could he forget that flea-like guy at the back?
The leakage of my words now is entirely due to this person.
Li Xuanxiao!
He gritted his teeth and cursed, but then he thought, wasn't this guy hiding in the prison, trying to use a beggar as bait to ambush the murderer?
Why did he appear here... His eyes turned and fell on the former.
Woman, red dress, plain clothes, dagger, ghost face.
My heart suddenly became excited.
At this moment.
"What?"
The two government officials, smelling of oil and alcohol, used their scabbards to push away the crowd.
"What are you yelling about here?"
Bo Ziyu had already rushed forward and snatched away the knife.
"The demon appears!"
He grabbed the other party's collar and drank fiercely.