Shuangjing Town, second floor of the blacksmith shop.
The old coachman dug around in his pocket for a long time, and took out another package more carefully than before. After opening the bag, there was something that looked crystal clear and ruby-like. Only when he looked closer could he see the bright-colored
Inside the sphere was a liquid that was slowly flowing like a living thing. The old coachman reached out and touched the red object and said to the old blacksmith, "In order to get this thing, I almost lost half of the fire poison liquid of the Sixth Realm Centipede."
My life is on the ancient road of Li County."
"Lijun Ancient Road?" The old blacksmith couldn't help but glance at the young man by the window again before he got closer and took a closer look at the red poison glands, "Two Six Realm Monster Clan, even if you lose your whole life there.
I can't hold these things." He rummaged through a locker on the second floor and picked out a glass bottle. He carefully squeezed the red liquid from the poison glands into the bottle and put it away, then put the poisonous scorpion tail into the bottle.
After putting away the needle and inner elixir, he sat down again and said to the old coachman, "I can't come back this time just for this flying needle."
The old coachman smiled and nodded to Luo Chuan, "I accompanied the young master to Cangyan for his appointment. I probably won't leave this time. I will settle down in Cangyan City. Cangyan City is very close to here. We will start the attack when the flying needle is released."
I’ll send someone to get it again.”
The old blacksmith nodded silently and glanced at Luochuan before saying to the old coachman, "I still said what I just said, this poisonous flying needle is too harmful to one's moral character. Even if it is sacrificed to someone, it is best not to use it unless absolutely necessary."
The old coachman said indifferently, "When the demon tribe uses this sinister thing to deal with us, will it not harm our moral character?" Seeing that the old blacksmith wanted to say more, he waved his hand and said, "I know, I know, I can keep it for myself."
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The old blacksmith nodded and said, "You can use it, otherwise I wouldn't bother with it."
The old coachman smiled helplessly, "Aren't I afraid of damaging my moral character if I use you? It's really..."
Just when the old coachman was about to say a few more words, a chaotic noise suddenly came from outside the window, especially the female voice screaming, mixed with the sound of objects hitting the carriage and horses changing directions, from far to near, it seemed unusual
nervous.
"What happened?" The old coachman looked at the old blacksmith in surprise, and found that the latter also frowned and shook his head, then stood up and came to Luo Chuan to look down from the window.
I saw the hawkers who originally set up stalls in the small square hurriedly packing up their goods. The owners of several women's stalls looked even more panicked. They only said hello to the familiar hawkers around them, but even the goods on the stalls were empty.
I didn't bother to clean up, so I ran away through a nearby alley!
Then the sound of horse hooves was heard on the road in the distance. Someone was galloping in the city, shouting urgently as he ran, "Get out of the way! Pay attention, get out of the way!"
Pedestrians on the road couldn't help but avoid him in panic. A few young people with a bad temper wanted to curse a few words, but when they looked up and saw the clothes on the rider who was walking away, they shut up.
"This man...is a Cangyan official?" Luo Chuan asked with some uncertainty.
The old coachman nodded, "Looking at the clothes, he should be an official below Cangyan Si Nongguan," he snorted coldly and lowered his voice, "Cangyan Si Nong's line has always had a bad reputation, but I didn't expect that more than ten years later,
It's so bad that the people of Shuangjing are so scared that they run away!"
"They are not so afraid of the officials below the agricultural officer," the old blacksmith who was still sitting at the table looked out the window with a mocking look on his face and said, "Can you hear what the people outside are saying?"
The old coachman frowned and listened, and after a long time he said in confusion, "What does it seem to be coming?" He looked back at the old blacksmith, "It can't be some kind of monster?"
"Where did the monster come from in Shuangjing Town," the old blacksmith said softly, glancing at the profile of Luo Chuan who didn't show any emotion or anger, "What they said is that the bone maggots are here."
"Bone maggots?" The old coachman obviously didn't understand the meaning, "tarsal maggots?"
"That's more or less what I mean," the old blacksmith casually picked up a goose egg-sized light-colored rain flower stone on the table, rubbed it with his calloused hands, and murmured as if talking to himself, "These years, I have grown old.
There is nothing outstanding about Yan Bie, but there is one of the three famous maggots in Li County. Among them, this bone maggot is as lustful as life, and has harmed many good women..."
Luo Chuan's expression remained unchanged and he didn't say a word. He just looked quietly at the messy scene below. After a while, he whispered softly, "Go and call Chang Gong to come up."
Si Qi, who was also staying next to Luo Chuan, nodded and turned around to go downstairs. He moved quickly. After a while, the tall Luo Changgong came upstairs. With his size and size, he looked a little awkward on the second floor of the blacksmith shop.
Nervous, he bowed and saluted Luochuan and did not straighten up at all, just bending over and obeying orders.
But Luochuan only said four words without looking back, "Blood Cavalry is on standby."
Without saying a word, Luo Changgong made a cavalry salute, then turned around and strode downstairs.
At this time, the commotion in the square downstairs had gradually subsided. What was once a bustling small market was now empty. Except for some vendors who were too anxious to clear away the sundries that were too good to clean up, there was no one else.
Many businesses around the square have also closed their doors. Only the craftsmen's shops in Huayu Lane are still open, but no one dares to stand out and watch the excitement. Everyone hides in the house and watches indifferently. The atmosphere is weird.
After a long time, the sound of a carriage grinding on the stone pavement was heard from the main road of the city gate. After a while, a group of more than a dozen saber-sworded government servants wearing yamen uniforms escorted a very spacious carriage into the square.
The carriage was pulled by two pure white horses. It was so spacious that it could almost be regarded as a miniature wooden house. The carriage was entirely red, but the curtains and curtains were bright yellow. Plus, the wheels and carriages were embellished with gold patterns, which gave a clear sense of wealth and luxury.
, flamboyant to the extreme.
A line of carriages and horses walked silently to the square. A government servant who ran in from somewhere outside the square came to the carriage and whispered something, and the carriage slowly stopped in the square.
After a while, several people walked out of an alley to the west of the square.
The leader was a young man who was still wearing only shorts and a vest in the cold winter season. He had dark skin and muscles, and a square face with a sinister look. He grabbed a person's ankle in his hand and dragged the person upside down to the ground.
He walked away, leaving only an intermittent line of blood on the stone square.
Behind him is a smiling white-haired old man. The old man is not rickety and has the same broad frame. He just doesn't wear shorts and vests like the young people, but wears a thick robe. At the moment, he is holding a sixty-seven-year-old man by one hand.
A 6-year-old boy was holding a slender woman in his other hand.
The boy was only wearing winter underwear, and his little face was red from the cold. He was wiping his tears while being dragged forward. He was suppressing and did not dare to cry out. His eyes were looking around in panic.
Sometimes he looked at the woman being carried by the old man, sometimes he looked around, sometimes he glanced at the bloodstains at his feet and the man being dragged in front of him, his eyes flicking away like an electric shock.
The two dragged the three people, who looked like a family of three, to the carriage and dropped them off, then stood aside and said nothing.
After a long while, a voice came from the carriage, slowly and sinisterly, "I didn't see... you are still a bitch with a bone on the back of your head...