In Pingchuan City, Changqing was arranged to an inn.
"This is ten taels of silver, which can be regarded as your reward. You can live here peacefully for now. Later, I will ask Sun Lin to send you exercises and martial arts skills. You are not a strongman of the Prison Suppression Division. You can't go to the Prison Suppression Division. Can’t get through the door.”
"You practice hard these days, and I will find some suitable tasks to help you practice."
Sun Ju said.
Changqing thanked him repeatedly.
On the third floor of the inn, by the window facing the street.
Changqing weighed the money in her hand and looked at the people on the street.
Even the cities on the border of Qingyun Kingdom are lively and prosperous.
On the streets, there are rows of shops.
Kung Fu shop, elixir shop, talisman shop, Baibao Pavilion, Tiangongfang... everything is available.
Many people wearing noble clothes and extraordinary equipment, who looked like monks at first glance, came in and out.
Those wearing the black clothes and robes of the prison guards obviously have a more noble status.
Even warriors without gold embroidery on their bodies are highly respected.
"One tael of gold is equal to ten taels of silver, and one tael of silver is equal to a thousand copper plates. This is the first time I have touched such a large ingot of silver."
Dongfang Lan looked at Changqing's hopeless look and said with a smile:
"One spiritual stone is equal to ten taels of gold. Do you know how much reward you can receive from the Prison Suppression Department for the chicken head you gave Sun Ju?"
"How many?"
"Just right, a spiritual stone."
"Damn middlemen, they charge you so much!" Chang Qing cursed.
Changqing thought for a while and asked: "If I put the chicken legs..."
Before he finished speaking, Dongfang Lan guessed what Changqing wanted to say.
"The chicken head only proves that you killed a mortal spirit and it is not the value of the chicken head itself. Do you want to receive multiple rewards for the same spirit? What do you think?"
Changqing immediately shut up.
Scanning his eyes towards the street in the distance, he could vaguely see a tall building with closed doors and windows, and carved beams and painted beams.
The red lantern at the door was out.
Changqing played with the silver in her hand and licked her dry lips.
"A brothel that can be opened on the main street does not charge money."
Dongfang Lan said disdainfully.
"Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"
"It's so obvious to you."
"Have it?"
"have."
Changqing looked at Dongfang Lan, the graceful curves, the exquisite figure, the face of pure lust...
Changqing sighed in his heart again, it would be great if this wasn't a ghost.
Feeling Changqing's aggressive gaze, Dongfang Lan stretched out his finger and made a threatening gesture.
"I didn't think too much. You misunderstood. My heart is pure."
Dongfang Lan gave Changqing a pair of beautiful white eyes.
"I have a question."
"what is the problem?"
"Ghosts are souls that have lost their bodies. Since they are souls, how did they get these clothes? This clothes can..."
"Shut up!"
"OK."
…
Pingchuan City, Prison Department.
The tall and majestic buildings look out of place in such a small border town.
Looking from a distance, one can feel the solemn aura of killing.
The Prison Department is, of course, also a prison.
Most of the prisoners held here are inhuman.
"Wu Youwei is not here, so I can handle the handover task temporarily."
In the front hall, an old man sat in the prison officer's seat and took a nap.
Sun Ju and Sun Lin have long been accustomed to strange things.
The head of the prison department is the prison officer.
The old man in front of him is just the miscellaneous manager of the Prison Department, Liu Shanhe.
This is supposed to be the job of a strongman, but the effort is thankless and the salary is not high.
But this old man is leisurely and contented, as if he has no desires and needs, or in other words, he is providing for his old age.
No one knew the old man's strength. They only knew that the prison officer Wu Youwei, who had a Danhai realm cultivation level, was polite to him when he saw him.
Everyone speculated that this old man might be a relative or elder of Wu Youwei's family.
"Yo? Are you two?"
Liu Shanhe lowered his eyelids and caught sight of the two of them.
He picked out a booklet from the desk and threw it to the table, "Write it yourself."
Sun Ju first took out the chicken head, then picked up a writing brush and wrote quickly on the booklet, writing records.
Liu Shanhe was motionless and looked very old.
His eyes squinted at the chicken head.
Sun Ju quickly finished writing and pushed the book forward.
"anything else?"
"what else?"
"These are just weird chicken heads, where are the zombies?"
Liu Shanhe asked: "Can the soul of the zombie be dispelled?"
If the soul is scattered, it is just a body.
If the soul is there, it is an evil ghost.
The two are often conceptualized in the same way, but in fact they are quite different.
"No stiffness..." Sun Lin opened his mouth and said.
Sun Ju on the side quickly winked to stop, and then said casually: "The zombie has been killed by us, but when we went to kill the chicken demon, the body was burned by the people of Zizhu Town. The Prison Secretary received the reward, There must be proof. We can’t testify against each other, so let’s forget it.”
Liu Shanhe seemed to have heard something new.
Based on his understanding of Sun Ju and Sun Lin, he would not give up so easily.
It's not unusual to even bring people from Zizhu Town to testify.
"How many casualties?"
Liu Shanhe continued to ask, seemingly casually, but there was a glint in his eyes.
Sun Ju was a little strange. Normally, the chore manager was almost indifferent, so why was he talking so much today?
What's even weirder is that Sun Ju suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and his heart twitched suddenly.
"No casualties."
"No casualties?"
Liu Shanhe was very surprised and glanced at the chicken head again.
"Where's the chicken body?"
"It's too big to hold."
Liu Shanhe frowned and looked at the Qiankun bag on Sun Ju's waist.
"It's time to change your Qiankun bag. If it doesn't work, the contents inside will be tossed around. The last time you hunted the yellow-level monster Lieshanhu, you didn't bring back all the corpses. You know, this corpse is... Hidden danger."
Sun Ju was a little impatient.
Even if you are a relative of the prison officer, you are just a chore manager!
Maybe his cultivation level is the same as his own, and he is also in the realm of spiritual awakening.
"By the way, I also want a skill and a martial skill, preferably one that can be mastered quickly. It doesn't matter what happens in the future, as long as I can exert sufficient combat power in the Qi Condensation Realm."
Liu Shanhe looked deeply at Sun Ju, reached out and took out a spiritual stone and two booklets.
Sun Ju handed the exercises and martial arts skills to Sun Lin, and the two left the front hall directly.
Liu Shanhe waved at the chicken head and put it away.
Suddenly stunned, Liu Shanhe took out the chicken head again.
Seeing the cut marks as neat as the face, Liu Shanhe's sleepiness subsided a little.
"What a sharp weapon. It should be a sword of yellow level or above."
"However, Sun Ju does not have such a sword."
Looking at the chicken head carefully, Liu Shanhe saw everything about this chicken.
"The body of Lie Shanhu was indeed used by Sun Ju. How dare he!"
"But why are there no casualties in Zizhu Town?"
"In my capacity, I cannot interfere in the affairs of the Prison Secretary..."
"Zhao Zhen, do you know that this jailer is rotten to the core..."
