The old man tapped on the other in his hand, and walked around the streets of the imperial capital a few times, and soon left the neighborhood where the usual vendors lived, and the surrounding area of the road suddenly became much emptyer.

Looking up, there is a tall mansion with carved beams and paintings, and the bright red lanterns are hung on both sides of the door, and the dim red light is reflected down, which looks quite strange. There are two stone lions at the door, each weighing thousands of catties, guarding the mansion, bathed in divine light, and seems to have the ability to swallow gods.

The old man glanced at the big mansion in front of him, and a look of envy couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

To be able to occupy such a huge area in this imperial capital, he will definitely not be a mortal, although he does not know the meaning of the three words "Imperial History Mansion" in the plaque hanging on it, but at least he understands that it must be the so-called big official.

If there is an official master among my descendants, the old man will be blind to death.

The old man shook his head slightly, as if he was laughing at himself, and picked up the more in his hand again, he still had to go around a dozen streets and alleys. There are at least dozens of givings like him, but on average, everyone's work is still very heavy.

The imperial capital was too big, the old man shook his head, and when he wanted to leave here, he couldn't help but notice something and stopped again.

What did he see, the tall mansion didn't even close the door, it had been nearly three watches, at this time, where would there be a mansion that did not close the door?

The old man hesitated for a moment, thinking that this might be the negligence of the people in the house, and if he reminded him, he might be able to get a reward or two from the butler.

Thinking of this, the old man did not hesitate any longer, and then went up the steps of the mansion, and came to the door, and with one hand he held the more, and with one free hand, he patted it on the door panel.

How much strength can an old man who fights shifts have?

The slap didn't make much noise, but it had huge consequences. The door panel, which was slightly closed before, suddenly broke away from the courtyard wall under this palm, and fell to the ground with a bang, smashing on the bluestone in the courtyard, raising a thick dust.

However, the old man did not notice this, and the beating equipment he held in his hand had fallen to the ground, and his whole body trembled as if he had made a swing.

At this moment, he felt cold in his hands and feet, and this biting feeling of extreme cold was as if he had been stripped naked and walked on the ice and snow, but this kind of chill derived from the bottom of his heart was definitely not something that could be relieved by one or two sips of spirits.

Because at this time, in the place facing him, on a courtyard wall in front of the courtyard, there was a steel knife nailed to the wall.

Under the steel knife, bright red blood flowed, gathering together and dripping down, forming a blood-colored puddle. Pieces of clothing as thin as cicada's wings hung from the knives, fluttering in the wind like drying racks.

As the light of the lantern in front of the mansion shone in, it was reflected that what kind of clothes were hanging on the blade, and it was clearly a lifelike human skin!

In the entire courtyard wall, piles of minced meat are placed horizontally and vertically, and the pungent bloody breath goes straight to the sky.

"Oh no...... Homicide...... ......"

"Dead!"

The old man fell to the ground with a thud, a trembling voice coming out of his mouth, and the last scream streaked across the night sky, louder than the sound he had made when he had struck the watch.

This night was a sleepless night in the imperial capital, and it also officially opened the prelude to the chaos in the imperial capital.

Demons come out one after another, and at this moment, the imperial capital has become their stage.

When the Floating Immortal Mountain was closed, thousands of miles away, in a huge and mighty city, there was a figure that was no longer burly walking through the streets and alleys.

The figure was wrapped in a black robe, and even on its head it wore a hat that could cover its face, but it was only with the night breeze that the hat lifted a corner slightly, and one of the men with gray sideburns could be vaguely seen.

If he hadn't covered his whereabouts and appeared in such a street, I'm afraid it would have caused a lot of commotion. As one of the few guards in the Imperial County, he is also famous among the people of the county.

With his gray sideburns and weathered face, it was the veteran who Ye Han had secretly met with him when he first came here.

Chen Ban's cultivation is not too profound, but he has been in the army since he was a child, and he has experienced countless battles in his life.

What's more, his qualifications are too old, when the old Han King Ye Xuangang was in charge of the Shenyu County City, he was already a general in the army. After Ye Xuangang's death, the generals in the city have already changed their faces, and old generals like Chen Ban are the only ones left.

On the north wall of the Divine Domain County City, the people living there may not know who the city lord is, and they may not know what the king of this city looks like, but they are quite familiar with General Chen, who has been stationed on the side of the city wall all year round.

It's just that they didn't expect that this tall figure who stood on the city wall like a god of war on weekdays would wrap himself tightly at this time, constantly shuttling through the small streets and alleys.

That cautious look was obviously caused by the fear of being followed, but I didn't know what the old general was hiding.

After Chen Ban, who was dressed in a black robe, turned around a few more times, he seemed to finally be relieved, and the rest of the road was no longer like a headless fly, but came to a gloomy pavilion with ease.

Stepping over the cold and damp plank, the sound of Chen Ban's footsteps did not spread far, because he soon came to his destination.

It was a narrow, dark corner, and the crack in front of the door was even covered with dust, and if it weren't for the cold climate of the Far North, I am afraid that small beasts like spiders and poisonous insects would live comfortably here.

Chen Ban stood in front of such a narrow room, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand and knocked lightly on the seemingly crumbling wooden door.

As the sound of the old bellows echoed, the dilapidated wooden door slowly opened to both sides, as if it had never been closed.

If it weren't for the fact that this was already at the innermost corner of the street, I am afraid that Chen Ban would have doubted whether this gate would be directly blown open by the cold wind in the middle of the night.

However, I guess the one who lives in it is not afraid of the cold.