The cell door opened, and the ghost-faced girl was gone.
Ran?
Or is it another deception?
Li Changan did not dare to neglect, and urged Chonglong Yu to find a trace of residual fragrance and go along the corridor to the gate.
He did run away, but the traces can be found!
The Taoist priest's expression changed and he quickly picked up the beggar next to him.
This man was also strange. Ever since he was imprisoned, he looked like he had lost his soul. He didn't make any noise or speak, and he didn't even know how to hide when a sword was thrust at him.
Now the Taoist priest pulled him over, and he walked along obediently, without any resistance at all, as if he had been enchanted or under a curse.
Time was running out now, and Li Changan had no time to study it carefully, so he hurriedly led him out of the cell door.
there.
The squad leader happened to wake up and was lying on the ground with seven or eight men on his body, pointing tremblingly at the Taoist priest.
"Let the witch go..."
The Taoist priest's face darkened.
He caught a glimpse of an extinguished torch on the ground, raised his toes, and fired a volley into the air. With good luck, he hit the door ten steps away, smashing the rest of the guy's noise and his front teeth back into his belly.
Ignore it and turn around.
It's important to chase the murderer, these rats will take care of it later.
…
After the raging wind.
The hall in front of the door was in a mess, some suspicious liquid was spread all over the floor, and the strong smell made the Taoist priest frown.
Take a look around.
The Zhang brothers were sweating coldly and gasping against the wall; You Xiaer and Tu Zi fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead; Feng Daoren fell to the ground, eyes closed tightly, chest heaving violently; as for the swordsman named Xu Zhan, Seeing that it was Li Changan coming, San San came out of his hiding place in the corner and smiled awkwardly at the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He pushed the beggar towards him and quickly pushed the door open and walked out.
…
Outside the door is a small courtyard.
The public area was bare and not much to look at.
There was only a thin layer of mist like frost, forming a shallow layer.
The hustle and bustle in the distance could be heard faintly, making the courtyard even more deserted.
Li Changan, who was hurriedly walking in the prison, stopped when he came out of the door.
He held the sword at his waist and looked up.
But I saw the moonlight in a clear place.
High above the courtyard wall, there is a cornice protruding like a waterfall of vines.
The ghost-faced man stood on the eaves, with a red skirt connected to purple flower vines. The dagger in his hand and the moonlight behind him reflected a faint halo.
She looked at Li Changan quietly.
Then he jumped lightly, like a wisp of smoke melting into the moonlight.
at this time.
"Fellow Daoist Li."
Li Changan looked back and saw that it was Feng Chong who was holding on to the wall and struggling to stand up. His round face was as white as a bun just out of the oven.
He called the Taoist priest, but before he could utter a single word, a mouthful of old blood came out first.
"This is……"
"It doesn't matter."
He waved his hand.
"The spell backfires, and it's hard to control the energy and blood for a while... Wow."
Before he finished speaking, he vomited a small mouthful of blood, which made his face paler and his eyes even more blue.
He simply shut his mouth, took out an object from his arms, and threw it from a distance.
The Taoist priest took it and saw it was a pair of armored horses.
Palm-sized pieces of yellow paper were strung together with red strings, with complex patterns printed on the edges. In the center was a small man galloping on a horse, with the four words "White Clouds Rising" written on it.
There are many monsters and ghosts in this world, and there are often spells and magic tools for sale on the market, but nine points are fake, and the remaining one point are mostly fake goods, such as the evil-killing charms of the Li Changan Society.
They come from a variety of sources and have different uses. The only thing they have in common is that they can be easily used regardless of common customs, sects, or cultivation levels.
Cheap masters occasionally buy some and keep them with them to make up for the lack of inheritance of Taoism in small sects.
So Li Changan also learned a little about it, such as the pair of magical armored horses in his hands!
He was worried that the ghosts with ghost faces and human bodies were so fast that he couldn't catch them on his own.
This is really timely.
The Taoist priest thanked him, quickly tied the armor horse to his calf, and said:
"I hope to invite the gods Liuding and Liujia, the flying gods of white clouds, cranes and feathers. The clouds under my feet are as fast as the wind, just like I am flying in the blue sky. I am ordered by the Nine Heavens Xuannv to take pictures."
As soon as the words are spoken, the steps are taken.
The person was like a "monkey flying through the sky", flying out with a "swish".
…………
The prison here is bursting with murderous intent in the deserted atmosphere, while the festival over there is bustling with celebration.
The long streets on both sides are brightly lit and full of tourists.
The painted boats are connected to each other on the central waterway, as if another street market has been paved on the water.
Various entertainment companies, prostitutes, actors, and performers were all gearing up to show off their talents, which attracted loud applause from the audience on the bridge, on the shore, upstairs, and on the boat.
Among them, the one with the loudest voices, the loudest applause, and the largest audience was undoubtedly Sanniang Zi’s Painted Boat.
The painting boat stopped in the middle of the waterway, and the ropes were connected to the flowers and trees on both sides. It was hung with lanterns, which made the water surface full of light, as if the painting boat was hanging in the sky and the Milky Way.
The deck was cleared and a stage was set up, on which an acrobatic act was being performed.
A fat woman was carrying a large bamboo pole, which was more than twenty feet high. There were many small poles running across the top, covered with colorful lanterns. Nine little girls aged 11 or 12 were playing on small poles. They were as agile as apes and as light as birds. They were dancing the whirling dance, Cuju, or sumo wrestling...
The end is thrilling, wonderful and exquisite!
The woman also occasionally stumbled and pretended to make mistakes, which scared the audience on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and screamed.
At this time, a small boat will sail out next to the painting boat, and a boat girl will hold it to the shore, making a soft sound and sound to please the audience.
With such a festival, such an atmosphere, and such a wonderful program, who would have the nerve to be stingy?
Ever since.
There is always money raining down on the boat.
Among them, the one who cheered the most and received the most rewards was none other than the young catcher Bo Ziyu.
It turned out that there had been frequent murders recently, and it was a time for the government to tighten their nerves. Even tonight, he and his brothers should patrol and keep vigil.
However, the Liu family's wife, whom he has long admired, asked someone to send a message that she would take him on a trip tonight.
Where does he have any thoughts about patrolling?
He quickly took off his soap clothes and put on his robe. He took off his belt knife, picked up the folding fan, and pretended to be a handsome young master.
He also spent all his savings to make the beauty smile tonight!
The boat girl was also smart, she won a big reward, and she smiled with a pair of dimples.
"Thank you, sir, madam, for watching."
The words connected Bo Ziyu and the lady of the Liu family next to him.
This made Bo Ziyu burst into laughter, which made Madam Liu's face turn red, she spat, covered her face and ran away, while Bo Ziyu chased after her with a smile.
After a while.
The man and woman who were having a private meeting then went to a shop. In front of the shop, they held many lanterns on poles. The top one was the most exquisite, with colorful lanterns and colorful patterns.
Madam Liu couldn't move her eyes away when she looked at her. How could Bo Ziyu miss this opportunity to be attentive?
But when I inquired about it, I found out that they would not sell it, only give it away.
But the prerequisite is to guess lantern riddles.
…
"When drawing, it is round; when writing, it is square; winter is short and summer is long."
Unable to resist the expectant look in the beauty's eyes, he had no choice but to push forward.
But even though he was almost scratching Tian Ling Gai's head, he still had no idea in his mind.
Fortunately, the store owner was an old acquaintance of his uncle Xing Baotou, and he was half an elder, so he quietly asked someone to hand him a note.
He breathed a sigh of relief, hid the note in his hand, turned it around, and took a sneak peek through the lantern.
But I haven’t seen it clearly yet.
Suddenly.
A figure jumped down from the roof, with his toes on the wall. It was like a gust of breeze passing over the heads of the crowd, causing a burst of exclamation, and by the way, the note was blown away.
Bo Ziyu was confused and at a loss.
Another figure jumped from the roof, but the latter was not as light as the former. He fell straight down and smashed the lantern to pieces.
Then, like a flea turned spirit, it jumped over the heads of the frightened crowd.
Bo Ziyu stared blankly at the remains of the lantern on the ground, then turned to look at the mist on Madam Liu's two autumn leaves.
A surge of anger arose.
He turned around to look for traces of those two people.
But I saw the former stepping on the rope and running quickly towards the boat.
The latter fell heavily on the boat girl's boat, causing the bow to sink. Then it used the force to rise into the sky and rushed straight towards the former.
Bo Ziyu didn't know anything else, but how could he forget that flea-like guy at the back?
The leakage of my words now is entirely due to this person.
Li Xuanxiao!
He gritted his teeth and cursed, but then he thought, wasn't this guy hiding in the prison, trying to use a beggar as bait to ambush the murderer?
Why are you here... He turned his eyes and landed on the former.
Woman, red dress, plain clothes, dagger, ghost face.
My heart suddenly became excited.
At this moment.
"What?"
The two government officials, with their mouths full of oil and alcohol, used their scabbards to push away the crowd.
"What are you yelling about here?"
Bo Ziyu had already rushed forward and snatched away the knife.
"The demon appears!"
He grabbed the other party's collar and drank fiercely.
"Go call someone quickly!"
