“You are late.”

"I'm in a little trouble."

"trouble?"

“It has been processed.”

When the "Catcher Xing" and his team arrived at their destination in the wind and rain - a steep and downward street with high courtyard walls on both sides.

Another team of yamen runners have been waiting here for a long time.

The leader looked like a soap official, but when he talked to "Captain Xing", his tone was quite rude. After receiving the affirmative answer from "Captain Xing", he just laughed a few strangely.

"Clean? I don't think so."

Suddenly raised his hand.

Several cold lights and lights were shot out.

It is in the middle of a clump of wisteria at the entrance of the alley.

The branches were immediately messy. For a moment, the broken branches and leaves and vines fell down, revealing the wall covered with moss. It was clear that the cold lights were actually several feathers, which were deeply embedded in the stone bricks on the wall.

"Captain Xing" looked unpredictable and before he could act, the "Bo Ziyu" next to him was angry first.

"What's the meaning?!"

What does it mean? Didn’t it just suspect that they not only failed to deal with the trouble, but also brought it to the door?

The soap official looked suspiciously at the ground where the feathers fell, but unfortunately there was nothing else except the broken vines and leaves.

It seems that he is too careless.

So he replied with a smile.

"It's not interesting, please be careful and be careful."

So I didn't care about changing the topic.

"Have you brought the stuff?"

"Bo Ziyu" was furious, "Captain Xing" was at least more steady and stopped him, but he didn't say anything to the soap clerk. He waved his hand and the yamen runners took out a box and took out dozens of hand-sized discus from it, each with some strange runes engraved on it.

Then, the two teams started working together.

They pried some floor tiles in the alley, buried the discus, and covered the floor tiles again.

After finishing, "Catcher Xing", "Bo Ziyu" and the soap clerk cut their wrists and sprinkled white blood on the ground, and recited a vague spell in their mouths.

at last.

"rise."

But when the iron discus was buried, light rose. If someone who knew the goods would be surprised to see it.

In a short period of time, these constables built a delicate ban that integrates concealment, restraint and suppression using a means similar to the left-hand side door.

"drop."

Zao Li made another trick.

The light slowly fades.

"Let's go to Qiantouzhang. You have to keep a close eye on this hole."

"Bo Zhiyu", "Captain Xing" had a calm face. No one paid attention to him. He was not angry. He laughed and led the people away.

The two of them were left to command the yamen runners for a while, then they dispersed and disappeared.

In the alley.

Only the dark night and the drizzle of wind and rain remain.

for a long time.

Alley entrance.

On the wall where vines were scattered.

A piece of brick and stone that was cracked by feathers suddenly shaking and slowly peeled off the wall.

In the small gap of bricks.

A villain with a finger length appeared.

…………

"The Taoist priests are really different from each other."

Not far from the streets.

In some attic.

The little man Chonglongyu pulled two leaves and drifted into the window with the wind.

Li Changan raised his hand to catch it, put it back on his face, straightened it, and smiled at the praises of Dionysus.

The exorcism of God is indeed magical.

But the Taoist priest's method is just a trick, and it can be said that it is useless to kill a chicken. Just as the God of Baccarat said, it is just a "unique" approach.

There is nothing to say.

On the contrary, the actions of these magic butterfly minions are worthy of mentioning.

He stared at the streets and alleys, tapping his fingers on his sword sheath, and fell into deep thought.

picture.

It's really like it.

Same smooth and steady, same reckless impulse.

Unconsciously.

The Taoist priest gently tapped the sword sheath's hand and had already grasped the hilt tightly.

moment.

He breathed out.

Following the alley, I turned my eyes further away.

It was a low-lying area in the city.

Xiaoshui is rainy and densely packed with water networks, which are often flooded like this kind of low-lying place.

Of course, there are no wealthy families living here, so most of the buildings are low thatched houses and shabby small courtyards, and mixed together.

But the depression is surrounded by high-rise buildings and courtyards. With the difference in terrain, the more conspicuous the difference between the low and the high sides.

In Li Changan's eyes, this depression is like a bag, and that street is one of the bags, and the depression itself has become an excellent place to set up a trap.

What's more coincidental is that there are a large number of people hiding in the depression.

The Taoist priest followed the "Catcher Xing" and his constables here. When he suddenly discovered this, he was shocked. He thought he was deceived by monsters and fought wits and courage with the air. He was embarrassed to find that the ambush was not for himself.

The God of Baccarat said he was glad and urged Li Changan not to commit suicide.

The Taoist priest still decided to stay.

He was very curious.

From all the signs, the illusion has fallen into the hands of the illusion butterfly.

So who are you posing for such a big battle?

Li Changan's eyes crossed the heavy rain curtain and fell on a small courtyard with slightly lit lights in the depression.

If the depression is a trap.

Then, according to the arrangement, the people or monsters in that yard are probably bait.

…………

The night is getting deeper.

A weak light was still lit in a poor family.

The fire is dim.

A young couple was crying at each other while holding their children.

"Why do we always have such a miserable life?"

The wife gently shook the baby in her arms, her eyes swaying and her expression was miserable.

The husband was red in his eyes, but he could only sigh quietly.

The city has not been peaceful recently.

The county government also issued a curfew for this, strictly entrustring doors and windows to close at night and not to enter and exit the Lifang.

There is a rumor in the neighborhood that some demons committed murder everywhere at night.
To be continued...