The man selling the oil seemed to be flattering and said, "Hey, my girl Ling'er, you don't know where all this oil comes from. The last time we encountered a transport team was decades ago. And I heard that people outside have long since switched from oil lamps to electric lamps, so even if we still encounter a transport team, they probably won’t transport supplies like lamp oil anymore.”
After hearing this, Miss Ling'er looked around and said, "If you don't have it, you have to have it... What kind of temper do we city lords have? If one of us fails, he might be thrown outside the city to bask in the sun."
Song Jiang and Meng Zhe, who were hiding in the dark, heard that what everyone in Yanhui City seemed to fear most was to be thrown outside the city to bask in the sun. To them, this might be no different from being sentenced to death, right? !
At this time, Song Jiang asked in a low voice, "What kind of oil is lamp oil made of?"
"It should be vegetable oil or animal fat. In short, it's not gasoline..." Meng Zhe said in a low voice.
When Song Jiang heard this, he said a little ridiculously, "This city lord is quite interesting. I saw that she also lights candles at home? Why do she have to stick to oil lamps?"
Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "Then you can only ask the red turkey himself..."
Now that they have left the city lord's mansion, Song and Jiang naturally no longer need to follow the little girl named Ling'er, so they pretend to be the two most ordinary ghost soldiers in the city and walk on the street with nothing to do...
But it felt uncomfortable to wear clothes that had just been taken off a dead person. Song Jiang was pulling this and that as he walked... Meng Zhe couldn't help but remind him, "Look at how the people around you are walking. ? Your little moves are a bit too much."
After hearing this, Song Jiang came close to him and said, "I don't want to either...but don't you think these clothes are damp and smelly?!"
When Meng Zhe heard this, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's none of your business...if it weren't for the heavy yin energy on the clothes of the dead, which could cover up the breath of living people on our bodies, do you think I would be willing to wear them?!"
Song Jiang then remembered that Meng Zhe's mysophobia was worse than his. He was probably suffering from overwhelming nausea at the moment, and he kept reminding him of this nausea, so he quickly shut up.
Then Song Jiang and Meng Zhe took a rough tour of Yanhui City and found that the residents here are actually no different from when they were alive. They still do business and work as they should. The only difference may be that they My body is missing some vitality...
Song Jiang glanced at the watch on his wrist at this time. It was already past two o'clock in the morning. According to the time outside the city, it was estimated that it would be dawn in less than five hours. They must make a quick decision within this time. Only by solving the big problem of Yan Huicheng.
According to Meng Zhe, only by knowing ourselves and our enemies can we win every battle, so what they have to do now is to first understand the basic situation in the city, such as how many thousand-year-old ghosts are there in total, and have they done anything evil over the years? Has it harmed human life?
Needless to say, if there were any, Meng Zhe would save a lot of trouble and just kill them all with the Zhuxian Sword. But if there weren't... then that would be a different matter. People become ghosts after death, and ghosts are reincarnated into humans. Therefore, people are divided into good and bad people, and ghosts naturally also include good ghosts and evil ghosts. It cannot be generalized.
Unexpectedly, the two of them were walking on the street when they suddenly heard bursts of crying coming from the alleyway not far away. When they walked in, they saw several strong men surrounding an old man and a girl. Let go...
The old man and the girl should have a father-daughter relationship, so I heard the old man say miserably, "If these good guys give me a few more days of grace, I will go back and find a way to pay off the debt..."
Song Jiang was a little curious, so he asked Meng Zhe in a low voice, "Aren't the residents here all ghosts? Do you still need to spend money?!"
"It shouldn't be necessary!" Meng Zhe said in a deep voice.
"Then why does this old man owe money?" Song Jiang asked puzzled.
Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "Who knows..."
The two of them wanted to leave just to watch the excitement, but unexpectedly they saw those strong men starting to pull the old man's daughter, and the old man grabbed his daughter's clothes tightly and said, "My daughter is still young. You can’t be a kid for your master!”
When Song Jiang saw it, he looked at Meng Zhe and said, "Isn't this just a plot to rob a common girl? How about you become a hero and save the beauty?"
Meng Zhe glanced at him, then smiled evilly and pushed Song Jiang out and said, "I'll give you such a good opportunity!"
Song Jiang never expected that Meng Zhe would do something like this. Without any mental preparation, he was pushed in front of several people, and then looked at each other in confusion...
Song Jiang's sudden appearance did startle those people, but when they saw that the person who came was a somewhat thin young man, they said viciously, "I'm warning you, mind your own business, this old man owes our boss It’s only right to pay back debts!”
Unexpectedly, the old man plopped down to Song Jiang as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and then kept kowtowing and said, "Hero, help me, they want to take my daughter away and use it as someone else's wife. My daughter is innocent." How could such a big girl be taken away by them for nothing!!"
After all, Song Jiang was still young and had a thin face, so naturally he couldn't stand the other party's pleading, so he said, "Brothers have something to say. It's true that this old man owes you money, but you also said that it is only natural to pay back the debt, but I’ve never heard that it’s natural to repay debts! Let that girl go now, we have something to talk about, or I’ll go to the city lord now to judge and let her decide what’s right and what’s wrong?!”
When those guys heard Song Jiang mentioning the city lord, their faces immediately changed color, and they didn't dare to hold on to the girl anymore. The middle-aged man at the head gave Song Jiang a cold look, then turned around and left. …
In fact, Song Jiang didn't expect that his smooth words would be so effective. It seems that the city lord is like a living king of hell in the eyes of these people. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to say casually! ?
Seeing that the other party was walking away, Song Jiang quickly stepped forward to help the father and daughter up, and then took them to sit on several abandoned wooden boxes nearby, letting them calm down first before asking questions...
But when the old man saw that Song Jiang had rescued his father and daughter, he kept asking his daughter to kowtow to Song Jiang to thank him. Song Jiang was so frightened that he waved his hands and said, "No need to be so generous... I can only do it with a little effort!"
At this time, the girl said with tears in her eyes, "My benefactor is so polite, how can this be a simple effort? Who in Quan Yan's return to the city doesn't know that those evil people are boss Xu's thugs, and no one dares to offend them easily!"
