Zhongjing East City is a railway city, overlooking the city, and the dense market squares seem to be hung on a large net woven by railways. The steaming steam gathered into a cloud, and the sound of the whistle lingered in the clouds, making the whole city as virtual and real as a fairy island.

Dongcheng is not the largest commercial hub in Aurora, but it is the busiest place. Goods from the three ports converged on Dongcheng and were distributed to the interior of Aurora by a huge railway network. The flow of merchants and people from the inland also transferred from this network to the three ports, and went to the north and south of Aurora and even the open sea.

Railroad workers, porters, merchants, the population of Dongcheng is dominated by real people who work, and there are not many places for leisure and elegant pleasure in the whole city. However, due to the flood of overseas goods, Fuso sake houses and taverns are everywhere.

In an inconspicuous street, an inconspicuous tall and thin middle-aged man enters an inconspicuous Fuso tavern, and across the street is a train with heavy carriages, and the movement of spewing white smoke is also inconspicuous.

In the wine house, his mother Sang greeted him and greeted him familiarly: "Mr. Fu Weng is here, what a rare guest!"

"What about the seven leaves and eight leaves?" The middle-aged man was a little dissatisfied that only his mother Sang was the only one to greet him.

"Ouch, Mr. Fuon, speaking of this slave is a bitter belly. Mother Sang knelt down to take off the middle-aged man's shoes, babbling in her mouth.

"Last night, the old men of the yamen personally came to the door to shout, so that the girls who couldn't get their hometown documents were hidden. Not to mention the Green Sleeve Workshop, our little wine house can't escape. ”

"I heard that Yu Linwei recently cracked a big case of buying and selling girls, which made the empress angry at yesterday's court meeting, and wanted to thoroughly investigate the matter of buying and selling human beings before the Midyear Festival. Don't talk about seven leaves and eight leaves, one leaf and two leaves who have been with the slave maid for several years are suspects, how dare the slave and maid let them stay here, and send them to the port early in the morning to stay. ”

"In the past few days, I can only serve the guest officers with rough men in the wine house, and I can see that the business is like a waterfall in the ancestral mountain......

The middle-aged man interrupted her: "Forget it if you're not there, watch carefully." ”

Mom Sang Bu nodded and shook off a piece of white ash.

"Yulin Wei ......"

The middle-aged man sneered again: "What kind of Yu Linwei is, it's just that eunuch, but let him pull his tail and bite it." ”

Mother Sang pretended not to hear and just smiled, and led the middle-aged man to the depths of the wine house and into the underground wine cellar.

When Mama Sang exited the wine cellar, the middle-aged man turned a bottle of wine, the light and shadow flickered, and there was no one at once.

There was only one stone table in the small stone room, and the two cloaked men stood opposite each other, and the candles on the table cast their figures against the wall, like two demon statues rising from the netherworld.

The middle-aged man walked into the stone house, and the two men bowed to him.

"That's the result of calm, Mr. Foon. ”

One took off his cloak to reveal his face, a thin old man. "On that day, Prince Jing made a move, we should do our best, and it was Mr. Fu Weng who advocated calming down. ”

The old man was a little depressed, "It's good now, we don't have one of our main strongholds in the four cities of Zhongjing, and the foundation of hundreds of years will be ruined!"

"Shen Ze!" the middle-aged man was displeased, "Are you blaming the old man?"

"There are only brothers under the tower here, and there are no mortal officials," the other cloaked guest was calmer, but there was something more fiery in his cold tone, "I'm not here to listen to the lectures of the university scholars when they venture to meet today. Mr. Fu is the wrist of the secret hand, and I am the little finger of the dark hand, with dignity but no superiority. ”

"Wang Zihe, you dare to talk to the old man like this!" Mr. Fu Weng's eyes were red, and his mouth lifted and spit out two fangs.

The other party also lifted his cloak, revealing his gloomy face, and his eyes spewed red light to confront Mr. Fuon.

"Now is indeed not the time to blame each other," Shen Ze said, "The situation has come to this point, although there are reasons why Kazasnazas is out of control, and we also have negligence and mistakes, but this is all in the past." We have to look forward, although the tower has set a strategy to fight, the details of what to do are still to be discussed by us under the tower. ”

"No matter what your plans are......"

The middle-aged man is the prince who makes Gao De unforgettable, "I have only one plan!"

He slammed his fist into the stone table, his fist emitting a dark red mist of light, and the table crackled and jumped into countless pieces. The stone table was cut off a layer, engraved with the two big characters "Gaode", and then crossed by the blood-like scarlet notch.

Wang Zihe said hatefully: "Let Gao De, the dog of the Holy Mountain, also taste the taste of family ruin, and then send him to the end of his soul!"

"When the overall situation is settled, there will be a chance for you," snorted Mr. Fuon, "and if the overall situation is ruined for personal vendettas, you should know what will happen." Plans are made by adults, and we just act according to them. ”

With a swipe of his right hand, the stone table slashed off another layer, and the sharp blade popped out of his index finger, and he carved it directly on the table.

"That's it......"

After the engraving, Mr. Fu Weng glanced at the two of them, "It's the Midyear Festival, that is, the day after tomorrow." The adults in the tower said that they would ask other blood towers to respond to the plan and create a momentum to open the holy mountain on the same day. Including the masters of the Miaoling Guard, Yu Linwei, especially the alternate criminals, could not return in time. ”

Shen Ze was still looking at the table, and Wang Zihe said coldly: "Is that the case? This is a fight? The dignified Blood Tower will be the only one who is secretly rising? Why didn't the other tower members move, they were really afraid of the usurping sage lady?"

He pressed his hand on the table, and the blood mist overflowing from his body expanded and contracted with his breath, but he tried his best to suppress his strength. "If you can let go of one door, you can build more doors! Why don't you go straight to the ancestral mountain and destroy the seat of Sheji?"

Mr. Fu Weng was furious, and Shen Ze scolded him before he had a seizure: "Wouldn't it be redundant to destroy the seat of the society and change the dynasty to take care of this trivial matter in the mortal world?"

"When did you go up to Tallinn and down to our Blood Tower, when did you become the precursor to chaos that opened the way for the demons to destroy this flower world? ”

"The adults are indeed afraid," Mr. Fu Weng suppressed his anger and patiently explained, "but what they are afraid of is not the current sage girl, but the fear is that this girl is sitting in the Ming Dynasty, does it mean that the holy mountain has changed its strategy." ”

"Don't think that we are the only ones who are moving this plan, the adults in our tower, along with the other adults of the Blood Tower Society, and even many adults in Tallinn who are communicating with each other. They must keep an eye on the movements of the Holy Mountain, and prevent the Holy Mountain from breaking out on the grounds of this incident and setting off a gray and white war. ”

"So we are fighting hard, not to subvert the Ming Dynasty, but to solve that girl. ”

Mr. Fu Weng's next words were very heavy: "From the elephant training institute to the imperial horse prison, from the imperial gate ceremony to the suppression of Zhongjing, including the successive actions of the court and the locality, that girl is grasping the authority step by step and laying a solid foundation. It's best to kill her, and if you can't, you have to send her to the seat of Sheji, at least for ten or eight years. ”

"That's the worst result," Shen Ze comforted Wang Zihe: "As long as she sits on the throne of Sheji for a long time and pouts her henchmen, especially that Gao De, won't she go down the river?"

Wang Zihe was silent for a while, and nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll do my best." ”

"All the manpower to go to the port will be handed over to you," Shen Ze said, "We will give up the port, and in exchange, the big people over there will also have some support." ”

He asked Mr. Foon again, "What about the things?"

"That's what I asked you to come for," Mr. Fu took out a long flat box from his robe, "There are things needed under the warehouse of the Dongcheng Railway Patrol Station, and the guards are our men, so let's go and get them out today." ”

Handing the box to Shen Ze, he said in a deep voice: "The day after tomorrow, I remember." ”

When the sun was setting, the middle-aged man got out of the tavern, called a rickshaw, and sat all the way to the most lively imported goods market in Dongcheng, and disappeared into the crowd of people.

A moment later, in the south of the southern city, under the manor adjacent to the Tongtian River, colorful lights flickered, and a middle-aged figure appeared in the small secret room.

changed his clothes, took out a porcelain bottle and swallowed the pill that was glowing with blood-red fluorescence, his body that was originally upright and his head was slumped down, his thin face was covered with old skin, and Chen Shihong, a bachelor who had already died of old age, appeared.

"Two days to ......"

The heavy stone gate fell behind him, and as he walked up the stairs, Chen Shihong let out a drooping old sigh: "Whether the eighty years of mortal time is true or a dream will be in two days." ”

"Huh, there are two days left until the Midyear Festival?"

Under the elephant training center, Gao De picked up the intercom, and was startled by what he said.

"Have you been soaking in the wine pond and meat forest these days?

It's Ai Tosaka on the other end, and she's very angry, "Don't explain it, let's explain it to Rei when the time comes!"

"I'm just telling you, don't go anywhere if you stay at home the day after tomorrow, and you will be responsible for what the consequences will be if you run around, that's it!"

"Speaking of which, whether I'm your boss or you, I even have to take care of this kind of thing!"

The communication was cut off for a while, and Gao De was still pinching the intercom in a daze.

Xiaoli is finally coming back!

Listening to Ai Tosaka's words, is there a chance to spend the Midyear Festival with Xiaoli?

Blinking back to his senses, Gao De smiled bitterly, no wonder Ai Tosaka was so angry, the head of the court still wanted to help him spread this kind of words, it was really a shame.

But...... Can you really spend the Midyear Festival with Xiaoli?

My heart beat a few beats faster, but my brain started to dizzy again. Gao De slowly got up with the shelf, and spat out a long breath that was almost three times his lung capacity.

Sixteen days or seventeen days?

Oh, eighteen days. In the past eighteen days, except for eating and sleeping, taking care of the affairs of the mahout, and entering the gray realm, the rest of the time has been soaked in the archives. Every day, he didn't go home until nightfall, so Gao Miao intervened in the canteen of the elephant training institute to open a small stove for him.

In the past eighteen days, he has made great progress in the gray realm, but what he has gained in the archives is even greater, so big that his longing for Xiaoli is not so strong.

This is really a world that is so black that you can't see your fingers, so deep that you can't fall to the bottom, and you can't crush your three views.

But that's not all, he only saw countless fragments, and the archives he had seen were less than one-tenth of what the mahouts had accumulated for a thousand years. So that's it for now, it's a long game, and now he's going to have to pull out and focus on reality.

"Camel ......"

Holding up the file in hand, he beckoned, "This is the part of the demon that belongs to the hot crotch, and it is marked with a red sticker." ”

"Hot Stalls Demon Red Sign, Remember the Little One!"

The camel, who was about ten meters away, stretched out his hand, his arm suddenly stretched out like a rubber, and directly took the file from Gao De's hand, and put it on another shelf in a half circle.

He is not alone in the archives these days, with a camel by his side.

"I'm here today, and you keep busy. ”

After explaining the voice, Gao De got up, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and asked, "Will you feel bored?"

"How can it be?" The camel turned one hundred and eighty degrees without moving his head, and smiled at Gao De: "I have to thank the adults for giving the little one the opportunity to enjoy the blessings." ”

Facing Gao De's gaze, his slender arms bent to the top of his head and scratched, and the camel honestly explained: "It's indeed a bit boring, but it's better than fighting life and death outside." And when you are tired, you can go into the gray realm to relax, and the small ones can endure loneliness. ”

The camel had already been pulled into the gray realm and became Gaode's private subordinate, otherwise he would not have been relieved to hand over the responsibility of managing the archives to him.

"Don't underestimate this errand. ”

Gao De's words made the camel feel very clear but very mysterious, "Archivist is not just anyone can be a filer. ”