Chen Qingyan drank the hot tea in the cup, grabbed the Zhaoxie knife, and went downstairs.
Instead of going to the hut, he left the teahouse directly.
With a sway, he slipped into an alley.
There were suddenly fewer people in the alley, unlike the dense crowds of people on the streets.
Chen Qingyan walked up and down, taking off Lingu's disciple's coat as he walked. The package quickly turned into a baggage and was slung on his arm.
Chen Qingyan, who quietly changed his clothes, returned to the street again, then kept walking, and finally entered a pharmacy.
"Brother, grab me some medicine, I need it urgently."
The young man in the room who was calculating the ledger with an abacus looked up at him and asked, "Do you have a recipe?"
"The cow's hooves cost four cents, two pairs of snake eyes, one tael of moonlight grass, white lentil flowers..."
Chen Qingyan used mud to cover up his original skin color on his face, changed his voice, and spoke the name of the medicine in a rough voice.
"One or two?"
The young man who was picking up medicinal materials paused, turned around and asked curiously: "What recipe requires one or two moongrass?"
"Earth recipes can cure dysentery." Chen Qingyan said it right away, but he was not just talking nonsense. There are indeed some medicinal materials in it that can treat dysentery.
The young man heard that it was a local recipe, so he didn't ask any more questions, but shook his head and continued to take the medicine.
After the young man wrapped up all the medicinal materials, Chen Qingyan asked about the price, threw down a few pieces of bone money with different denominations, and turned around to leave.
Time passed, about four sticks of incense passed, and Chen Qingyan returned to the teahouse again.
"I thought you fell into a pit."
The thin young man laughed.
Chen Qingyan casually said that he had eaten something bad and had diarrhea.
The five of them spent the first half of the night in the teahouse, neither listening to music nor watching plays. These things are only available during the day, and people have to go home to rest after dark. The teahouse is open day and night, but it is not as lively as Manchun Tower at night.
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The Hai hour has passed for a long time, and the Zi hour is approaching.
There were not many pedestrians still wandering on the street at this time. A few people from the patrol team had eaten and drank enough. The strong man picked up a short stick and slapped the thin young man who was sleeping on the table with drool to wake him up. The group of five people went back.
Walk.
When we got back to the station, the people patrolling in the middle of the night were already waiting for us.
Chen Qingyan returned to the team and continued patrolling.
After a simple walk back and forth on Chongyue Ancient Street, the five of them also found a place to rest.
Coincidentally, Lingu's disciples no longer performed their duties as before.
It is difficult to learn well and easy to learn badly.
If there are no monks suppressing them above, and if there are no demons lurking in the dark, they can even do all kinds of things that exceed the moral bottom line.
Chen Qingyan was quite speechless when he saw four people in the team sleeping on the bench, leaving himself alone to watch the night with the waiter.
It's not because he was named in the vigil, but because he felt that the people's hearts were too big.
There's nothing wrong with cheating or cheating.
But there is most likely an evil spirit lurking in the town, and maybe at some point, a demon attracted by the strong energy and blood in their bodies may emerge and wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
Chen Qingyan sat on the table and put the Zhaoxie knife aside. The surface of the knife was smooth, like a vat of water that had been sitting for many years, without any ripples.
This is a good knife, both style and color are quite beautiful.
The waiter in the shop is a boy who is a few years older than Chen Qingyan. His eyes are often attracted to the Zhaoxie knife and he has no resistance to this kind of thing.
From time to time, he would cast envious glances at Chen Qingyan and the others. Probably in his opinion, Lingu disciples were more majestic than the ancient town patrolmen.
Chen Qingyan watched the night.
The long night was long and the streets were extremely quiet. He was really bored and felt that it was a waste of his time. He decided to patrol with a book starting from tomorrow night.
Strangely, he didn't see anyone else in the restaurant.
"Where's your shopkeeper?"
Chen Qingyan asked casually.
The waiter answered honestly: "The shopkeeper has gone to bed."
"You're the only one keeping watch at night, aren't you afraid?"
Chen Qingyan poured himself a cup of tea.
"I'm afraid, but I have to keep vigil even if I'm afraid."
The waiter said in a calm tone.
Chen Qingyan nodded and said no more.
Put cup after cup of tea into your mouth.
Soon, three pots of tea were replaced.
"The taste is dull, bring some tea leaves."
Chen Qingyan turned around and ordered.
But I saw that the waiter had fallen asleep on the dining table opposite.
Chen Qingyan did not speak again, but stood up and planned to get it himself.
At this time, a thin, moth-eaten sound sounded.
Crunch...crunch...crunch...
If you don't listen carefully, you won't hear it at all.
Chen Qingyan glanced at the Zhaoxie Knife. The knife was still the same, unresponsive.
So I didn't take it to heart.
People's favorite building material is wood, followed by stone.
As for wood, if it is not well protected, it is most likely to attract insects. However, there is no such worry for stone. There are very few insects that can eat stones.
He quickly found tea leaves, put them on himself, and then brought boiling water.
The faint fragrance of tea filled the restaurant with the heat.
There was a sound of an alarm clock coming from outside.
Chen Qingyan rubbed his stomach. Just after the ugly moment, he was hungry again.
He had made too many breakthroughs in his cultivation yesterday, and the Qi of Water and Grain that he had accumulated before using Qingmi Gong was all used up at once, and he became unable to resist hunger again.
He glanced at the waiter and realized that since Xindao Restaurant was open, the chef in the kitchen was always there.
I was about to go to the kitchen to take a look, but the sound of insects suddenly disappeared.
Chen Qingyan listened for a while before, but suddenly it disappeared, which was quite uncomfortable.
However, this did not stop him from looking for food. Chen Qingyan pushed open the curtain and quickly came to the kitchen. At a glance, he saw the fat man lying on the bamboo chair and sleeping soundly.
Fat head, big ears, and a blessed face.
Chen Qingyan has read a lot of miscellaneous books recently and knows some facial knowledge, but he doesn't know whether it is accurate or not.
After waking up the fat cook, Chen Qingyan asked him to prepare some meat dishes, then returned to the previous wooden table and sat down.
Crunch~
Crunch~
Crunch~~
As soon as I sat down, after a while, the sound of insects started to sound again.
Chen Qingyan didn't pay attention at first, but as he listened, the sound coming into his ears seemed to get a little louder. His ears were very sensitive, and after careful identification, he actually heard a sound like chewing bones.
Zhao Xie Dao still didn't respond.
Chen Qingyan looked around and saw that there were no customers in the small restaurant.
Looking at the four sleeping people, no one could see anyone grinding their teeth.
So where does this sound come from?
Perhaps because he drank too much tea before, Chen Qingyan felt a little urgent to urinate.
He always felt that something was wrong, so he walked over and slapped a team member awake and asked him to watch first while he went to urinate.
After returning, the crunching sound disappeared again.
Chen Qingyan ignored it. After a while, the cook brought a bowl of rice and several plates of meat and vegetables to the table.
Chen Qingyan glanced at the team members who had fallen asleep again after he came back, then started eating alone without greeting them.
Crunch~
Crunch~
Crunch…
Chen Qingyan caught a glimpse of his arms, which were covered in knots and had cold hairs standing on end.
He bit off a piece of chicken leg meat, chewed it for a few times, and swallowed it whole.
Then he gently picked up the Zhaoxie knife and put it on the floor.
The closer you get, the clearer the chewing sound becomes.
Until a certain moment, a dark wave of smoke gently brushed across the blade.
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