After walking around the city for a while, from the discussions of those tourists and the people, Yun Ting could know from it what the current state of the Yellow Turban Army was and what Zhang Jiao's mentality was. Although I don't know if the guess is 100% correct, Yun Ting still believes that Zhang Jiao's goal has never changed, and it can be seen from these means and measures.

Seeing more and guessing more, Yun Ting can start to lay out and find out what he needs in these seemingly unrelated pieces of information. After all, now in the Yellow Turban Army, Yun Ting has no one to contact, so he can only collect less and miscellaneous information outside by working hard little by little, but it is better than nothing.

After riding through a few more streets, Yun Ting knew that he had received enough information, although most of what he heard was useless nonsense. For example, who has children, where the food is delicious, and so on, the former kind of cloud automatically ignores it, and the latter kind of food focuses on a little bit.

There is only a small amount of useful information, Yun Ting firmly remembers it, this information is not the core, just some hearsay, or everyone knows, but it can fall in Yun Ting's ears, and you can get what you need by analyzing it. This is thanks to the previous life, the courtyard of the famous Three Kingdoms, and the old poisonous snake coiled in the courtyard, this idea came from Yunting, but it was better than blue.

The calculations of the clouds, the layout of the game, and the ability of conspiracy are much higher, unlike some player lords, who are calculated to death, and they don't know why, how.

Having been on the street long enough, Yun Ting rode away in order not to attract attention. Riding a horse, along the road in my memory, bits and pieces emerged from my mind, the Dream God Machine, as well as the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, Wang Yue, and the brothers and sisters, were no longer there. Yun Ting was the only one left, walking on this road, his figure was a little gloomy, and even the autumn wind that blew was a little sad and sad.

What Yun Ting is going to is Wang Yue's house, and now in Julu County, there is only that place where he can live, suitable for conspirators to live. That place is very secluded, and few people usually pass by there, just right, so that such a place will not be noticed, and not like an inn, where people come and go, and if you are not careful, you will show your feet.

Dismounted, Yun Ting led Jueying and walked to the door, the courtyard door was tightly closed, just like before leaving, the door was peeling off with red paint. The doorway was still so empty, and there wasn't even a single footprint on the dusty steps, and no one had been here for a long time.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion did not bring much change to this, as usual calm, the two old trees next to the door were much greener than before leaving, shaking the branches and leaves, rustling.

Holding the shadow, Yun Ting stepped on the steps, gently pushed the door open, and slowly walked in. A person appeared in the field of vision, dressed in a white shirt, with his back to the clouds, and his arrogant shadow was reflected on the ground, black and deep, and a little yīn cold and treacherous.

"You're here?" Oneiroi turned around, and a rare smile appeared on his handsome and cold face.

He stood there, looking at the clouds, and the feeling he hadn't felt for a long time welled up in his heart, making the corners of Oneiroi's mouth hook again.

"I'm coming."

"It's late." Oneiroi said, the cold light in his hand flickering, dancing around the five fingers.

That dagger was the one that Wang Yue had given to the Oneiroi machine at the beginning, but when it reappeared, there was already a strong killing intent, and the blade became a little darker red. During this time, this dagger must have taken the lives of many people, drank a lot of blood, and chopped all kinds of flesh.

"Isn't it just right?" Yun Ting replied with a smile, letting go of the hand that was gripping the reins of the Shadow, letting it approach the corner and eating the pile of grass that had grown in the time they had been away.

"Indeed, how can you not come when I'm here." Oneiroi nodded. At this time, another person came in from the door, which made him stunned, the dagger in his hand froze, and a cold breath rose, ready to strike at any time.

"Toad?" Yun Ting turned around and saw the person coming, and he was also very surprised, this person was the toad that ate the phoenix.

Seeing that it was someone Yun Ting knew, the momentum of the Oneiroi Machine returned, and the dagger in his hand began to continue to circle and dance again.

"It's me." The toad that ate the phoenix replied angrily, and his eyes shifted from the Oneiroi machine and fell on Yunting's body.

Just now, the toad eating the phoenix had a feeling of being targeted by a wild beast, which made him dare not move, for fear of revealing a flaw, because his intuition told the toad that as long as he moved, a dagger would follow.

"Alas, the friends of the demons are also demons." The toad that ate the phoenix sighed in his heart. I didn't feel it at all, when he pulled out the snake spear and added a knife, he was actually a demon, and the demon's friend was a demon, and this sentence also brought himself in.

"What did you tell me to do here? By the way, you haven't given me the employment money yet, and the running expenses. Without waiting for Yun Ting to speak, the toad that ate the phoenix said a series of words and began to settle accounts.

"I know, wait, there's still no one coming." Yun Ting took out a piece of gold and brought it to the toad eating the phoenix, causing him to stop the movement of his lips and reach out to take the gold.

Five pigeons, five people, and now two have come, and Yun Ting doesn't know if the remaining three will come, and with each more person, his chances of winning will be greater. I only hope that there are no accidents, those pigeons have not been taken away by the eagles, and they have not been made into suckling pigeons, if this is the case, Yun Ting can only sigh.

"Allure, come down." Oneiroi suddenly spoke, and a man's body leaned out of the roof.

Yun Ting took a closer look, this person was Lu Qingcheng in the list of five, but he didn't know that he was already here and on the roof. Five people, there were already three people, and there were two more, Yun Ting looked at the door, but found that no one had come over again.

After waiting for a while, no one came over again, so Yun Ting had no choice but to give up.

"Let's go inside." With that, Yun Ting was about to walk to the main house and began to discuss plans with these called helpers.

"Cousin!" He hadn't taken a few steps before the sound of a person coming from behind made Yun Ting stop and look at the door. There was a young man in a white shirt standing there, who was somewhat similar to Yun Ting, but he was much more handsome and beautiful than Yun Ting.

This person is the fourth person on the list of five, Yun Xian, who is also Yun Ting's cousin. Looking at Yun Xian, Yun Ting's mind appeared in the little boy with a snot when he was a child, often following behind his buttocks, following wherever he went, but now he has grown up and become handsome, and he is no longer a little boy back then.

"Little idler." Yun Ting smiled and called out this name that he used to call when he was a child, but he hadn't heard and called it for a long time when he grew up, and he had mixed feelings for a moment.

Everything, everything, how many things have changed. Even Yun Ting himself has changed, and since the day she died, the original one has died.

"Hey, don't patronize and talk about family affection, your brother Hui is here." From behind Yun Xian, the indecent Hui walked out, shook the incense fan in his hand, and looked at Yun Ting coquettishly.

Five people, all arrived, Yun Ting only called these five, as for the beacon fire, it didn't happen, in the palace, how could they come and go so casually? Otherwise, I'm afraid that there will be one more person here.

"Yunting, what did you ask me to do here?" The Oneiroi said lightly, the dagger in his hand was tucked into his sleeve, and he quietly came out, and quietly hid the sharp edge deeply.

Such a person can already be called the king of assassination, killing people is like a dagger dancing on the fingertips, and every time he dances, he can die.

"yes, what's the matter?" The rest asked in unison, with deep bewilderment.

(End of chapter)