The night fell, and after Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, he followed the head of the crowd with brisk steps.
He is not worried about being exposed to the One Hundred Eyes, because the human eyes in the bellies of snails and fish are dead objects, only affected by magic.
Otherwise, when Ren Qing came into contact, he would have already obtained the information flow of Baimu Zhe.
Mainly because there was a lot of noise coming from the direction of Dongcheng, and a large number of police officers had begun to block the streets, which made him worried.
Ren Qing didn't want to let go of the Hundred-Eyed Man's clues, so he simply kept a few hundred meters away from the person's head, relying on the ability of the Heavy-Eyed Man to follow behind quietly.
thump.
The head fell into the ditch used to divert rainwater and continued towards the south of the city, not very fast but extremely stealthy.
Ren Qing grabbed the dagger at his waist and the pupils of his eyes turned towards each other.
The reason why I use a knife is because it feels comfortable.
Compared with other urban areas, the south of the city is more mixed, and most of the dead bodies come from gang fights.
Although the yamen has been rectified, the situation has not improved at all, but has become worse.
But this has also created the prosperity of the south of the city at night. There are flower buildings on almost every street, and the smell of rouge permeates the air.
There are no longer a few gambling houses, and gangs are inevitable in such a chaotic environment.
The place where Ren Qing followed the crowd was very close to a residential area, so the doors and windows were closed and did not attract anyone's attention.
After the head's speed slowed down, he adjusted his pace accordingly.
He saw a human head rolling into a dilapidated City God's Temple. Ren Qing found a forest to hide in and used the grass to observe in secret.
After a while, a man kept looking around and sneaked into the ruined temple.
The one with hundreds of eyes?
wrong………
Ren Qing had a vague suspicion in his heart.
He continued to wait patiently, and then took out the pig's eye and swallowed it into his belly. The hot air could keep the blood flowing quickly throughout his body.
It's time for a cup of tea.
The man walked out of the ruined temple, wrapped the head in cotton and linen cloth, held his hands in his arms and planned to go to the residential area.
Ren Qing could clearly see this person's appearance through the moonlight.
Da Zhi was in his mid-twenties, with scars all over his exposed skin, and his eyes looked very cruel.
He had not taken a few steps while carrying the sackcloth, but he saw another figure in the distance.
The other party was shrouded in the shadow of the trees, and his appearance was indistinguishable, and he felt that he exuded a frightening aura.
The man's footsteps suddenly stopped, staring with a confused expression, and then subconsciously pulled out the machete from his waist.
"I'm at the Xiahe Nihui Lu Ping. May I ask who he is?"
Ren Qing said coldly: "I'm from the Yamen, I want to ask you something."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ping took a few steps back, having a bad feeling in his heart.
"Is your lord a jailor?"
Ren Qing didn't reply, and continued to stare intently, walking closer slowly.
"Sir, I have never committed any crime, and the river mud club is the latest..."
"What's that in your hand?"
"I didn't kill him!"
Lu Ping's face turned pale, and he dropped his head to the ground with a tremor all over his body.
In the terrifying threat brought by Ren Qing, he couldn't care so much. As his skin squirmed, there were a few more eyes on his forehead.
Ren Qing remembered the eyeless method he had found from the bookstore. It seemed that it was not a coincidence. The one with hundreds of eyes was spreading it consciously.
The Hundred-Eyed Man controls some monks to collect human eyes for himself, and the rest are just abandoned ones who divert the attention of the jailer.
Maybe the Hundred-Eyed Man never showed up from the beginning to the end, and his use of magic stirred up a pool of muddy water in the city.
At least half of the unsolved cases that appear are committed by people who have practiced the no-purpose method, and it is difficult to sort out the true and false.
In this way, even if a jailer intervenes, the Hundred-Eyed Man can easily escape.
Ren Qing asked: "How did you give him the human eyes?"
Lu Ping's expression was gloomy. If he had known better, he would not have touched that technique. He got into trouble and was targeted by the jailer.
"I don't know. I just come here every three days and put the human eye on the window sill. Birds will pick it up."
Lu Ping pointed to the extra eyes on his forehead and said, "If you don't do this, the body's alienation will be completely out of control."
Ren Qing nodded slightly.
It seems that in order to hide his identity, Baimuzhe did not set up an informant in Sanxiang City, so the matter of Butcher Zhang will be easier to solve.
Ren Qing was still approaching, and Lu Ping said quickly: "I am more restrained, those guys..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Ren Qing appearing in the moonlight, and immediately closed his mouth, and his expression became extremely ugly.
I thought he was a jailer that even the big figures in the River Ni Society were afraid of, but I didn't expect that he was just a government servant, and it didn't look like he was even a police officer.
"When did the government officials become so lenient?"
"Sorry, I'll take your life."
Ren Qing's pace quickened, and his eyes were already locked on Lu Ping.
Lu Ping showed a ferocious smile. He pulled out his machete and rushed out. He's just a government servant. Is it possible that he can defeat me?
The machete chopped from top to bottom.
Ren Qing dodged sideways like a prophet, unsheathed his short sword and slashed at Lu Ping.
Lu Ping stretched out his hand to grab it, and there was a sound of metal colliding between his palm and the blade.
Ren Qing took advantage of the situation and withdrew the dagger. He noticed that Lu Ping's palm had a few eyeballs on it, but he didn't expect it to be so hard.
At this moment, the police's movement suddenly approached.
Lu Ping wanted to retreat: "You and I go our separate ways, just pretend we've never met..."
Before Ren Qing could finish his words, the short knife pierced his ribs at a strange angle.
Lu Ping noticed severe pain coming from his body and his breathing became rapid. This was caused by severe damage to his lungs.
In the panic, the machete swings became more and more chaotic.
Ren Qing looked extremely calm. Although the jailer was probably nearby, it was still enough to kill the enemy.
Sheath the knife.
The rotation speed of the double pupils accelerated, and the flow of time seemed to become extremely slow.
He grabbed the hilt of the knife, looking at Lu Ping with many flaws, and countless ways to kill him came to mind.
Ren Qing chose the simplest one.
Draw the knife.
Lu Ping maintained his escape posture, but there was a thin line on his neck, and blood seeped out of it.
His head fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, with an incredible expression on his face.
Ren Qing glanced at the short knife in his hand. The blade had been curled up. If it touched something hard, it would probably break.
This knife was left behind by my previous brother, so the material was relatively ordinary, so I had to find an opportunity to get a new weapon.
Ren Qing immediately stood up and left the ruined temple. He hid in the grass and looked from a distance, and noticed two guards walking quickly on the eaves.
One of the jailers is Miss Bai, whom she saw in the prison. She has an incompatible and normal style of painting.
The other jailer has long arms and legs, and each step is several meters away.
The target of the two men was Wang Bingquan's head.
The jailer with long arms and legs opened his mouth and spit out a large web that looked like spider silk, rolled up the person's head and left. Only Miss Bai glanced in the direction of Ren Qing with a calm expression.
After the two left, Ren Qing came out of the hiding place.
