Zhao Ge: 55. Silent City

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There are dark clouds above my head, covering it layer by layer. Most of the light in the sky was blocked, and the city was shrouded in darkness. After entering from the southwest city gate, walking along the official road did not see any figures. The whole city was quiet and there was no sound.

The Jiuxuanmen and Ye Qiusheng of Taishangzong walked on the official road with caution.

Since they entered the city, they haven't seen a single person, let alone a person, not even a fly. This weird scene, together with the ominous clouds in the sky, brought everyone's alert to the highest point.

From the perspective of the direction, the distress signal of the Jiuxuanmen disciple that Bailishu had just seen should have been sent and shot from a place not far from the official residence. The area of ​​Bingzhou City is several times that of Yanmen County. Part of this city is the old city of the previous dynasty. After part of the old city was abandoned, it was transformed into the semi-rectangular Bingzhou City.

The reason why it is said to be semi-rectangular is that water flows through the southwest corner of the city. The craftsman who was in charge of the construction at the time combined the water and celestial phenomena and built them according to the situation. You will find that the edge of the city in the southwest corner is jagged, just like the fangs of a beast.

The Qingming Pagoda is located in the middle of Bingzhou City, with Qingming Pagoda as the center. The houses in the city are arranged in an orderly manner along the east-west and north-south axis. The official residence is located in the northwest area of ​​Bingzhou City, which means that the tower guard disciples of the Jiuxuanmen should be in front of them to the left.

The southwestern district of Bingzhou belongs to the “city” area. They walked all the way and saw many small shops with open doors and empty shops. Qin Jiu and Chu Zhiyuan took a few disciples of Xuan Cefeng from the Nine Profound Gates into several shops for inspection. Everything in the shop was intact as usual, with no blood stains and no corpses.

"Damn it."

Qin Jiu held a small branch, frowned and looked at a liquor store. The account book on the table turned a page, and the ink-stained brush set aside, just like the bookkeeper was about to write, but something happened. Pen, so people can't go back. Half of the wine spoon was placed on the table, and there was not less than a drop of wine in the spoon.

Qin Jiu sniffed it and found it was the famous pear flower stuffed in Bingzhou.

He stretched out his hand and just wanted to pick it up, an unsheathed sword crossed over and stopped his hand.

"Do business."

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and looked at him. At any rate, he was also the default peak master of Xuance Peak of the Jiuxuanmen. He wanted to draw a sword from the group of Jiuzhou Qianzhuang all day long. The situation was wrong, Chu Zhiyuan could only say a word in a low voice, then turned around and continued to check other places in the wine shop.

Qin Jiu glanced at the wine spoon regretfully.

If you have money, you have money, but things that you don’t have to pay for yourself are more attractive than things that cost silver.

Soon, all the shops have been checked. Qin Jiu and Chu Zhiyuan reported the results to Bailishu. Everything in the shop was as usual except for the disappearance of people. There was nothing missing and nothing more. Something not clean.

"Are people gone?"

Jun Wanbai frowned, her hands hanging beside her concealed under the navy blue robe, the hilts of the double swords slid out of her hands. She looked around vigilantly, just about to let go of her spiritual sense for investigation.

Bai Lishu shook her head slightly to stop her.

"How?"

Jun Wanbai looked at Bailishu in surprise, and found that he was looking in the direction of Qingming Tower, not knowing what he was thinking.

"From now on, everyone shall not release spiritual knowledge without authorization."

Bai Lishu looked back.

Jun Wanbai wanted to ask a few words, Bailishu had already set off in the direction of the Northwest Official House. Jun Wanbai frowned. There was an accident in the Qingming Pagoda, and all the people in the city were gone. It seems that the two are not like they can be linked together.

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"I'm **** your uncle."

To the northwest of Bingzhou City, there is still a distance from the prefectural capital of Bingzhou City is the arsenal of Bingzhou City. A chubby figure looked like the son of a rich man. The fat man covered in golden light dragged another young man hard, dragging him toward the gate of the arsenal.

"You kid doesn't look fat, why is it so heavy?"

While dragging, the fat man panted, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Sit on the ground half-paralyzed, the young man who was half dragged by him had a harmless, weak-looking face, and was wearing a robe with a red flame symbol of Jiuxuanmen Limai. He twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the fat man's words, and revealed an apologetic smile: "I'm very sorry, after all, not all Yuan Dan stage monks rise up by pill, and not all Yuan Dan stage monks can. It can be achieved without forging."

"Fuck!"

Fatty's face flushed red after being stabbed by him. The Yuan Danqi monk who came to work seriously and step by step would certainly not be like him, and everyone would be panting.

"I can understand, you guys from the Nine Profound Sects, all of you are bad and bad. The little white face like you is simply the bad of the bad. Is it good for a good person? You have to do everything. Step on someone first, a painful foot."

The young man at the Jiuxuanmen smiled gracefully: "Thank you, Brother Liao, for the praise, too much praise."

"I..."

The fat man called Brother Liao rolled his eyes and didn't bother to speak any more.

The fat man's name is Liao Qian, and his homophonic "Liao Qian" is expected to be rich. A name full of characteristics of Kyushu bank, the pursuit of money and wealth is naked and unabashedly reflected in the name. The Jinguangcancan in his body is a variety of spiritual weapons, which is also the style of a typical Kyushu bank-what brains and strengths do you need to fight, as long as you have the money, you can just use the spiritual weapons to kill you?

Liao Qian’s cultivation is also in the Yuan Dan realm, but just as the young man from the Jiu Xuan Men said, his Yuan Dan realm is a Yuan Dan realm mixed with water, so he dragged the person to the gate of the Bingzhou Arsenal. The man who was panting and paralyzed was almost there.

"Golden and jade are defeated outside."

The young man at the Jiuxuanmen murmured, and looked at the fat man who sat down with contempt. He staggered to his feet and reached out to open the gate of Binzhou Arsenal. Several weapons were scattered in front of the gate, and the guards were no longer visible. There was a heavy spiritual lock on the arsenal, and the young man at the Nine Profound Gate penetrated in with a trace of true energy and fiddled with it lightly.

With only a click, the spirit lock opened.

Liao Gan looked at the side with a vigilant atmosphere: "Your Nine Profound Gate technique is simply too dangerous. No, if you can get back from this horrible place, I must report to the teacher's gate and quickly change the lock of the branch. "

The young man didn't have much energy left, and he almost fell over when he heard Liao Gan's words.

——He began to wonder if he had saved a very unreliable sex.

The young people at the Jiuxuanmen here are rethinking that they shouldn’t show kindness. On the other side, Liao Qian has already got up, his hands and feet flexibly flowed into the Bingzhou arsenal, and he habitually checked the latest shelf. What good stuff.

The young man at the Jiuxuanmen withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and began to think about how likely he is to lock the door of the arsenal and turn around to find another place to hide and survive.

"I said..." Liao Qian turned around in front of a few shelves full of weapons, a little disappointed. Most of the weapons on this were low-level spiritual weapons. He was a disciple from a Kyushu bank. I don’t look good, but you can consider trafficking to places like the Cangpu dynasty for a big price, "Can you people from the Nine Profound Clan come here?"

The young man at the Jiuxuanmen closed the door of the arsenal, placed a random formation at the door, and then sat down exhausted.

Liao Gan murmured why Jiuxuanmen was the number one in the Eight Sects of Xianmen, but the disciple under the sect was a poor ghost. He picked up the spirit weapon from his body, and soon had a total of all spirit instruments. All over the floor.

Muttering while swinging the spirit instrument, Liao Gan suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He was so blatantly disgusted with the Jiuxuanmen, why didn't the kind-hearted kid who saw his sect more than anything else mock him?

Thinking of Liao Gan turning around to see the young man at Jiuxuanmen.

"Hey!!" At a glance, Liao Gan was taken aback, and saw the young man leaning on the door, hanging his head, as if he had died, "Little white face! Poor ghost! You **** don't die! !"

Speaking, he reached out to touch the young man's neck.

It's okay, okay, it's still hot. Not dead yet.

Retracting his hand, Liao Gan took out a bottle of pill from his arms with a painful expression, carefully poured one out and stuffed it into the mouth of the young man, babbling, "I said, you kid Don't die at this time, otherwise, if your senior brothers from the Nine Profound Gates really arrive, don't you think I committed the murder when they come over?"

While talking to himself, Liao Gan suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door.

He shut his mouth suddenly and stood up.

Now in this **** of Bingzhou City, Liao Gan would rather fall into dead silence than hear any noise. I am afraid that in Bingzhou City at this time, except for a few living people, there are only those...those things, right?

Liao Qian slowly adjusted his breathing, stretched out his hand to take a knife from the arsenal rack and held it in his hand.

He lowered his head and glanced at the young man from the Jiuxuanmen who was unconscious and didn't know if he would die. His chubby face twitched: "Poor ghost, it seems that Lao Tzu also has to count on your brothers and sisters I collected the body."

Speaking, he dragged the young man from the Jiuxuanmen to the middle of a bunch of spirit weapons, stepped out and stood in front of the iron gate of the arsenal.

The sound outside the door seems to be coming from a relatively long distance, like something dragging a heavy step, walking step by step.