Seeing these figures that seemed to appear suddenly, Xu Luo felt slightly awe-inspiring.
Especially those few figures walking down the long street holding umbrellas, it rains...umbrellas...
A sneer appeared on Xu Luo's face. It's not unusual to hold an umbrella when it rains, but you are still wandering around on the street so late. Are you planning to hit a ghost?
There was a sound of rumbling, and the large green bull cart broke through the rain curtain like a ferocious beast that chose the right moment, and suddenly stopped in front of a walking figure holding an umbrella.
"Raise your head and tell me your story!"
At this time, Xu Luo was still a little unsure, because there was no sinister aura about this figure. If it was weird, it would be too scary!
But the next moment, the figure's change gave him a slap in the face.
A sound of female laughter was heard, and the big umbrella closed violently, like a monster closing its huge mouth and swallowing the figure under the umbrella.
The surface of the umbrella bulged out from time to time, revealing the outline of the face, as if the human figure inside was struggling to get out.
Clang…
The snow-white sword light instantly cut through the dark night. Because the speed was too fast, the falling raindrops were pulled into a line and cut straight towards the still undulating umbrella surface.
There was a sharp crackling sound, and the umbrella was split into two by the sharp blade.
But Xu Luo's pupils shrank, and the figure that was still squirming and struggling under the umbrella just now disappeared without a trace under his nose, as if the scene he just saw was all his imagination.
There were only two soft rags on the ground, and the raindrops made a crackling sound on them.
Xu Luo picked up the rag with a hatchet. It was really a ghost, but he still didn't find any sinister atmosphere. After thinking about it, he put the rag away.
At this time, he cut out the hatchet that had not seen any results, and let out a trembling cry of dissatisfaction.
Xu Luo cursed secretly and wiped his palm on the blade, blood gurgled out but did not drip even half, and even the smell of blood did not dissipate.
If you don’t hurt the enemy, you will hurt yourself! Damn it, why are you breaking the rules?
Although Xu Luo was already familiar with the strange characteristics of the hatchet, he couldn't help but secretly slander it every time he used it. Sooner or later he would throw away this broken knife!
But despite the scolding, Xu Luo carefully put away the hatchet.
At this time, in the rain curtain in the distance, there was another faint sound of laughter. Xu Luo's heart moved. It seemed that Huang Chenwei also encountered this thing!
The green bull cart was speeding along the long street, as if the knife had frightened all the monsters, and the hazy figures that were wandering around just now had quietly disappeared.
After a while, the cart appeared at the end of the street, and the battle was already over.
A white light bounced gently from the ground, fell back into Yan Gao's hand and revealed its true form, which was the small top that kept spinning!
Seeing Xu Luo coming over, Yan Gao, who was full of doubts, pointed to something like rags on the ground.
"Is this the same thing in your place?"
Xu Luo nodded, waved around and motioned for others to come first, and then spoke cautiously.
"This should be that weird innate magical power, which is similar to substituting the fake for the real, or the art of cloning. It is extremely difficult to deal with. If we don't find its true form, we won't even think about killing it completely!"
Several figures of the old man appeared around, and they surrounded the cart.
"Then what should we do now? Will it still come out if we scare the snake away like this?"
Old man Pang wiped the rain off his face with his hands, shook his hands in displeasure, and complained fiercely.
"This weather is really unpleasant!"
At this time, the rain was extremely heavy. Although they were covered by raincoats, the clothes of Xuluo and others were already soaked. More importantly, everyone's vision was extremely affected in this extreme weather.
Not everyone has Xu Luo's Netherworld Technique, and even if they do, they can't turn it on all the time. Before the monster is caught, I'm afraid I'll have spent a lot of time doing it!
Xu Luo picked up the wooden cane placed on the shaft of the cart and looked through the pile of rags without giving up.
But the result was still the same, just some extremely ordinary silk cloth and the like, but this time Yan Gao was not as gentle as he was, and the rags were directly blown into a pile of fragments.
Suddenly, Xu Luo's eyes narrowed. Those raindrops fell on the rag, but did not penetrate into it. Instead, they slowly trickled down the cloth.
"Brother Yan, do you know any craftsmen in this field? Can you try to find the origin of this rag?"
"This is not easy to handle, leave it to me, Lao Pang!"
Before Yan Gao could answer, Old Man Pang heard that Xu Luo seemed to have a clue. He didn't mind the filth and carefully wrapped all the rags with the hem of his clothes.
Yan Gao took the opportunity to pat the shoulder of the bent old man, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
"I heard Old Man Pang is right about this. He is an authentic native of Panshi City. So what do you mean, do you want to go back today?"
Xu Luo looked up at the sky again. The rain still showed no signs of stopping, so he could only nod helplessly.
"Go back first. Brothers are not invulnerable. The strange thing has been causing trouble for almost two months, not less than a day or two."
Several people returned to the Exorcism Department in the rain, washed up hastily and rested at the station. Early the next morning, Old Pang came to Xu Luo anxiously.
"Boss Yan is taking those two fools to see if they can go to the treasurer to find some restraint weapons. It's just you and me going there today!"
Xu Luo didn't waste any time and stuffed two meat patties that Jinu had cooked early in the morning.
"Then go, lest you have a long night and many dreams."
Old man Pang took a bite of the meat pie, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he swallowed it all in a few mouthfuls like a tornado.
The dragon-scaled horse walked ahead, but still headed towards Shiquan Street. Xu Luo slowly gnawed on the meat pie and uttered doubts.
"That person still lives on Shiquan Street?"
Old Pang sneered disdainfully.
"Don't you look down on these old brothers from Shiquan Street? If they weren't physically deficient and older, they would have been top-notch good men when they were put on the killing field.
The Li Daobo we are going to today is still very famous even among the tens of thousands of people in the Imperial Military Department!"
Paper framer?
Xu Luo's eyes flashed, thoughtfully. In the Great Yan Dynasty, those who could be called craftsmen were quite remarkable beings.
In other words, only those who are about to reach the pinnacle of a skill can be called a craftsman. You can imagine how rare such a person is!
Still an alley away from Shiquan Street, Old Man Pang took the lead and stopped in front of an inconspicuous large house.
But Xu Luo, who had not yet gotten out of the car, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a vague murderous intention rose from the courtyard wall, locking him tightly.
Although Xu Luo was a little angry, he still didn't act rashly.
Such talents, as long as the Imperial Guards Department is not full of brains from top to bottom, they definitely need to be closely protected.
Old man Pang didn't notice anything, he walked up and banged on the door.
But strangely enough, as soon as he made this rude move, the people inside seemed to realize that the two of them meant no harm, and their anger suddenly relaxed.
Xu Luo walked out of the cart with crutches. The two characters Li Mansion were engraved on the door lintel, but the lanterns hung high on both sides made him feel inexplicably familiar.
But after looking at it a few more times, Xu Luo felt relieved after confirming that there were two big characters "Li" on the lantern and that there was no unusual smell at all.
This is really like being bitten by a snake once and fearing the rope for ten years!
Sensing the aura of vigilance lingering around him, he didn't do anything extra, just watched quietly as old man Pang called the door.
With a creak, the door opened, and a teenage boy looked at the old face of old man Pang, his handsome face full of helplessness.
"Master Pang, you are really my uncle, why don't you come so early to disturb people's dreams?"
It’s not like you don’t know that this is the time when the master sleeps soundly every day, and when he gets angry, it’s not us, the hard-working disciples, who are the unlucky ones?”
The old man Pang squinted his eyes, his face full of disdain.
"Go, go, Xiao Chengzi, if you continue to be verbose, do you believe I can make you walk around with nothing to eat by your master's crooked mouth?"
"No, no! It's my fault, Mr. Pang. You keep asking, you keep asking. I'll call you a master!"
The young man named Xiao Chengzi waved his hands and disappeared in a flash.
The old man Pang walked into the courtyard grandly, turned around and waved to Xu Luo, who was full of questions.
"Come in! This framer Li and I had a life-long friendship back then. Even though he is so wealthy now, back then I and I were just like an old man who was fighting for food."
Xu Luo parked the Qingniu cart outside the door and followed him into the yard with a cane.
The yard occupies a large area, and large porcelain jars with two people hugging each other are neatly placed, which is extremely eye-catching.
Several teenagers were busy around the large vat. From time to time, they fished out some thin silk-like things from the vat and dried them on the wooden rack next to them.
Even when they saw Xu Luo and the two approaching, the teenagers did not stop their movements.
Xu Luo looked at the thin threads of different colors and shapes with great interest, secretly comparing them with the torn paper he got last night.
The old man Pang, who was walking towards the living room, waved to him.
"This is what they call nine steaming and nine drying. It's nothing to see. Let's go and see Li Dajiang first. By now, he should be almost done with getting out of bed!"
As soon as the two of them entered the spacious hall, an old man with gray beard and big ears was angry at Xiao Chengzi behind him with a face full of resentment.
Xiao Chengzi, who had a bitter look on his face, immediately felt as if he had seen a savior when he saw Xu Luo and the two of them.
"Master, master, if you want to be angry, you have to find the right person! Here, the rightful owner is here, you can scold him!"
In fact, the old man had already seen Xu Luo and the two of them. He first glared at Old Man Pang fiercely, and then smiled at Xu Luo.
"This little brother is a stranger to me. The old man is Li Shanhe, also known as framer Li. What do you want from this little brother's trip?"
It was obvious that Xu Luo had been standing behind Old Man Pang since he came in, without saying a word, but this decorator Li seemed to believe that he was the one who made the decision and went straight to the point.
Xu Luo was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at the old man Pang with a wry smile on his face, he suddenly understood.
Given the relationship between the two of them, it must have been him who came to see him so early in the morning. He bowed his hand to Jiangjiang Li.
"Xu Luo, the young man, and Mr. Pang are both in the exorcism department. I came here specifically to disturb you sir. I really want to ask for something!"
After saying that, he was about to take out the torn paper from his arms, but at this moment, there was a shout from outside the door.
"Master, can you take this umbrella outside the door today?"