Chapter 197: The Customs of Ningguo

There was one in the old treasure bag, but there were only a few spirit crystals in it, and the two magic weapons that were completely unattractive were a mess of things.

In particular, there are a lot of albums, many very fancy men's clothes, and some objects that Zhong Zhen can't understand, and there are white jade sticks of various sizes. When she opened one of the picture books, she was shocked, and she was stunned on the spot, it turned out to be something unsightly.

Zhong Zhen only glanced at it, and then felt that his eyes were very uncomfortable, and he didn't want to look at it anymore.

It seems that this person is not here to rob money, but to rob sex.

She used a mask to make a teenager's face, which was different from the previous women's disguised men's clothes, she was a teenager through and through, and the contours on her face were clear, and there should be no flaws.

This person has good eyesight, and he even showed that she is a woman, and it seems that there is some way. In order not to be seen by others in the future, Zhong Zhen kicked him awake with a slam kick, wanting to ask her where she showed her feet.

"Hey, what are you here for?"

The man was paralyzed by the poison, and although the kick was painful, he couldn't help but scream. Sneaking into the guest room of the inn, he is a thief, where do you dare to call.

"I ...... I'm here to steal. ”

"Be honest, or I'll cut off your leg first." Zhong Zhen took out the dagger and gestured it on the man's leg, and suddenly laughed evilly twice, and moved the dagger to the man's middle leg.

With a slight stroke, the pants burst into a gap half a foot wide, and the person was so short that he could not use certain objects for the rest of his life.

The blue-faced cultivator was frightened into a cold sweat, this was the most important thing for him, without this, there would be no taste in living in the future.

"Spare my life, spare my life, I saw that the little boy was handsome, so I wanted to come and take a look in the middle of the night, just to see, I didn't dare to do anything else."

"You call me a little boy?" Zhong Zhen couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this person came to rob the sex, and he didn't even see that she was a woman.

"No, no. It's not a little son, it's a big son. The little one is really a ghost, and I will never dare to do it again. ”

If you don't understand at this time, you will be a fool. Zhong Zhen suddenly realized. This person turned out to be a good man, and he didn't expect that the flower thief in Ningguo was also a different erector. She hadn't looked closely at the albums just now, but then she suddenly remembered that the characters in the paintings seemed to be thin and flat.

There is no need to ask any more, Zhong Zhen slashed it with a palm. Knock the man unconscious. Then, without hesitation, he raised his knife and cut off one of the man's harmful legs.

There was blood on the ground, and there was no way to live in this inn. She threw all the mess in the man's treasure bag to the ground, and collected the treasure bag, which was almost empty. A few spirit crystals were also money, and she didn't plan to leave them for this person at all, so she tucked the bag into her boots, put away the spiky blanket and disappeared without a trace.

I have seen too much these days, and the customs of Ningguo really make Zhong Zhen confused.

This place is a small town near the Canggu Mountains, not far from Daliang City, and I think of the Meng Laibao I met underground. She remembered that the kid was very good, and he looked clever, and he must know everything.

She was afraid that there would be many flaws in the future, so it would be better to inquire more about the local situation. Then you have to wait for a few friends to come, and you have to have a fixed place to rest.

Daliang City is very famous near Changgu, not because it is as big as the name of this city, but because almost all of the people who live here are small cultivators, as if they are afraid of the cold, huddle together to keep warm.

There are only more than 100 households in this city, but this is more than 100 households. Every family has a large population, those who can practice are practicing, and those who can't practice are opening restaurants and restaurants and silk villages, in short, there is no foreign population here.

More than 100 households. It sounds like a village, but it's not. There are more than a dozen streets here, not to mention those small alleys and alleys.

Children of all sizes run all over the street, and they are not afraid of being abducted and sold.

Zhong Zhen casually pulled a half-grown teenager and asked him where the Meng family was.

"Which Meng family? Although they are all in one family. But there are five places to live. ”

Zhong Zhen remembered what Meng Laibao said, "It's the Meng family where people are thriving." ”

The young man pursed his lips, his face was unhappy, and he didn't look at himself as a second-level cultivator, and the person who asked him was much higher in cultivation than him. "I don't know, you can find it yourself." I just want to run.

Zhong Zhen grabbed the collar of the young man's clothes and dragged him down, "You obviously know why you didn't say it, you must have lost the fight with the Meng family, and I'm afraid that the family won't dare to say it." ”

"Who said it, I won't fight with their family, the Meng family is the most unreasonable, and there are many people. If you have to get into a fight, you have to call dozens of people together. ”

"So you really know where his house is. Don't worry, I'm going to reason with that family, there is a kid surnamed Meng who offended me in the past, and this time he came to collect debts. ”

When the young man heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly explained the address of Meng Laibao's house in detail. Afraid that Zhong Zhen would not be able to find it, he also took a pen and paper from his shop and drew a map.

But without this map, it's really hard to find. Daliang City seems to be a patchwork of countless small bazaars, and there is a lively place to go after a while, followed by a bunch of small alleys with twists and turns.

If you accidentally go down a small alley, you won't be able to turn out at all, and there are likely to be dead ends everywhere.

Zhong Zhen took a lot of effort, looked at the map and groped a little bit, and turned at least twenty or thirty turns to find it.

As soon as she reached the mouth of the alley, a small side door opened next to her, and a basin of sewage poured at her door with a "poof".

She wanted to see who was so rude, but she saw the side door slam shut, leaving only a very suspicious-looking puddle of water on the ground, with a few rotten vegetable leaves and freshly scraped fish scales.

Only then did Zhong Zhen realize that the alley was full of potholes, and there were some water stains, and the smell was extremely unpleasant. It's also because I've been in the swamp for a long time and I'm used to smelling the putrid smell, so I didn't even notice it before.

Because of the cold weather, there are no flies and mosquitoes, and it doesn't stink.

Unexpectedly, after taking two steps, suddenly another small door opened, and a basin of sewage splashed out, this is the person who splashed the water this time did not close the door immediately, and scolded at the split: "What kind of person are you, what are you doing in the back alley of someone's house, is it difficult to want to steal chickens and dogs." ”

She was a woman of about thirty or forty years of age, with a fair complexion, no lack of rouge and gouache, and she was very delicately smeared.

His hair was also combed with oily and gorgeous, he could smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and he wore a few hairpin beads that could be seen. Although the sewage was splashed so refreshingly, she was dressed very cleanly, wearing a jujube red waist pinched cotton shirt, and a horse-faced skirt embroidered with plum blossoms.

is not young, but he looks young when he dresses up. (To be continued.) )