Zhen Lian was a very considerate person, and before Li Yan could speak, she continued: "I know some people who have acquaintances in both the immigration and police stations, and may be able to provide you with a permit to enter San Francisco. ”

Li Yan hugged his shoulders and did not speak.

Zhen Lian lowered his voice: "The steam guards in the city can't help you, but if you break in, it will undoubtedly cause some unnecessary trouble." ”

"Of course I don't have that intention."

Li Yan denied Zhen Lian's speculation.

"But is that what you're talking about with the Steam Guard?"

Li Yan turned his head.

He was referring to several brass armors that were more than two meters tall and full coverage of brass following the Workers' Party. They were armed with howitzers with red-painted clockwork on their ribs, steam engines behind them, and trembling exhaust pipes spewing out thick mist.

"That's the Enfield Bear's Steam Guard, one of the more common steam guards."

Li Yan only glanced at it lightly and then looked away: "Take me to the person you said and who has the ability to provide me with a permit." ”

"We're here to help. Please follow me. ”

At the foot of the prosperous San Francisco are large factories and docks. The shack-cobbled trail is narrow and dark, and the two turn a few shabby blocks. The alleys in front of Li Yan suddenly gave birth to some familiar folk characteristics, in the exotic land where theaters and churches are lined up, the buildings and pedestrians in front of him have strong Chinese characteristics. There are bird cages and vegetables hanging by the window, and cigarette pouches and pots stand in the doorway. Stalls on the street are stocked with candy figures, flower-faced masks and sachets. There are even people who are shirtless and wielding two short knives.

Zhen Lian walked to the front of an old red tiled house, and there were two thin but fierce-eyed guards standing at the door.

She pulled down her cloak and said lightly to the two: "Zhen Lian of the Red Lantern Society wants to see your dragon head." ”

The two looked at each other, one of them walked in without saying a word, and the other said respectfully, "Please wait, we need to let me know." ”

Zhen Lian bowed his head in agreement, but he sniffed, and his face immediately changed, although she covered it up well, she still made Li Yan notice.

"Questions?"

Li Yan asked softly.

"Of course, no."

Zhen Lianqiang said with a smile.

It didn't take long for the person who had just gone in to report the news to come out: "Mr. Liang invited the fairy aunt to come in." ”

Zhen Lian didn't make a move, but replied coldly: "In other words, Liang Hui should have called his son to welcome me into the door, instead of casually sending a shallot, who had joined Hesheng for a few days, to perfunctory me." ”

The man's face changed and changed, but in the end he said calmly: "Liang Shao went out this morning, he is not here." ”

Zhen Lian stared at this person for a few moments before turning his body sideways and bowing to Li Yan.

Li Yan's eyes stayed on the performer who had been playing double knives on the street just now, and only then did he retract his gaze and lead the way to the door, followed by Zhen Lian.

Someone led the way, and soon Li Yan came to a side room, where an old man was lying on the Luohan bed in Huanghuali, with a long scar on his face and a lot of dark spots. The cheeks are fleshless, skinny and bone-like, and there is a thick and sweet fragrance of opium paste on the body.

When he saw Zhen Lian, he got up on the bed slowly, knelt down on his knees, and said while coughing: "Great, cough cough...... Liang Hui, a believer in the great Yog, visited the fairy girl. ”

"I need a permit to enter San Francisco, and I'll want it tonight."

Zhen Lian's demeanor is commanding, and his attitude towards Li Yan is like two people.

“……”

The old man named Liang Hui didn't answer, his eyes were sleepy, and he didn't seem to hear clearly.

"What, is there a problem?"

Zhen Liandao.

Liang Hui shook his head: "This requires documents from the immigration bureau and the police department, which is not an easy task, and I am afraid it will be difficult to do it tonight." ”

"How long will that take?"

The scar-faced old man sighed, and slowly stood up by himself, ignoring Zhen Lian's cold look: "Three or five days, maybe longer, Immortal Gu might as well come again then." ”

"Three days, or five days, when I come back, will you be able to give me a permit?"

Zhen Lian remained silent.

The scar-faced old man shook his head: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say." ”

"Liang Hui!"

Zhen Lian's white and tender neck burst into blue tendons: "Are you teasing the servant of the great Yog?" ”

"The Great Yog......"

Liang Hui muttered to himself, he sat on the edge of the bed, and said slowly, "Of course I didn't mean that. ”

Zhen Lian said sharply: "Then prove your loyalty to the Red Lantern Society." ”

Liang Hui was unmoved, and a sneer appeared on the old man's face: "My loyalty? I think it's proven enough over the years. My Halcyon controls more than half of San Francisco's opium business, and how much of it goes into the pocket of the Red Lantern Society, the fairy girl knows by heart. Great Yoga needs a living sacrifice, but how many connections do I have to spend to level the attention of the police department's steam guard to the Red Lantern Society? Didn't the fairy aunt see this? ”

Zhen Lian sneered when he heard this: "If it weren't for the power of the Great Yog, do you think your old bones would still be alive until now?" ”

"Indeed, then here's the problem."

Liang Hui spread out his hands: "Now the great Yog, can you still shine on me with his might?" ”

Zhen Lian's face changed.

"Last night, the Red Lantern Festival failed in its sacrifice. The miracles of the great Yogh were cut off from the world, and like the other old gods and ancient tyrants, they left this world forever and ever. ”

Liang Hui continued: "Immortal Gu, please don't underestimate my intelligence relationship. There is only one in Hop Shing, but there is more to the heretics than the Red Lantern Society. The Taiping Song Society, the Seagull Cross Flag, I am not without a choice. And you, Zhen Lian, are no longer a servant of the old gods, you are just a prostitute who was born and luckily got the goddess of the "Taiyin Secret Classic" that records the deeds of the old gods! ”

"So you contacted the people of the Taiping Song Society."

Zhen Lian's eyes flashed again and again: "I can smell the stench on them from afar." ”

"The trees are falling apart. This is normal. ”

Liang Hui's face was as cold as ice.

Zhen Lian gritted his teeth and scolded in a sharp voice: "Liang Hui, your short-sightedness and stupidity really make me feel disgusting, yes, the great Yog has indeed left us, but the Red Lantern Society has ushered in a far more powerful and mysterious master than Yog, whose wisdom and power run through the long river of time, which is unimaginable for a pig like you." ”

Liang Hui was unmoved: "Youge is one of the oldest old gods recorded in the Taiyin Secret Classic. has experienced the alternation of the old and new emperors twice, and has personally served the great existence of the red-crowned emperor. It once confronted the Dog of Bajia, and confronted the Black-robed Emperor in the Land of Extinction. Only such ancient gods can survive under the tide of the new world. Tell me, what kind of master can be more powerful than him? ”

Zhen Lian was a little short of breath, she once shared the "Taiyin Secret Codex" with Liang Hui, which was a broken book that recorded the past and the future, and she only got it by chance. A great deal of space is devoted to the deeds and traces of the great Yog.

Zhen Lian also successfully awakened the great Yog through the mutilation ritual of the "Taiyin Secret Codex".

But for Li Yan, Zhen Lian had no other information except for the so-called "outer god" from Yuge's mouth.

But the arrow was ready to be sent, and if it lost the support of Hop Shing, the Red Lantern Society would be on the verge of collapse almost immediately, and the infidels and police stations next to it would tear Zhen Lian apart.

The woman, who was still a little bit of a look, almost screamed.

"This great deity, he will bring a new emperor alternately. The former black-robed emperor wielded thunder and lightning and steel to expel the elderly red-crowned emperor, and the black-robed emperor himself would be ousted by the young god. The blue-clothed emperor re-determines the order of all things! ”

Li Yan has been watching coldly, and when he heard this, he glanced at Zhen Lian in surprise, what does he mean, how do you know that I am wearing a blue woolen sweater.

And this glance was misunderstood by Zhen Lian as encouragement, and she advocated for Li Yan more enthusiastically, but Liang Hui interrupted him without hesitation.

This old and dying hall leader shouted: "I don't care if this world is dominated by the red-crowned emperor, the black-robed emperor, or the blue-clothed emperor!" Whoever can continue my life, I will be my master! If you want to get a license, and if you want to continue to ask me to support the Red Lantern Society, let me see what kind of power your god is capable of! ”

His voice fell, and his wrist was already grabbed by Li Yan.

Liang Hui was shocked: "What are you going to do?" ”

Li Yan took off his cloak and looked directly into Liang Hui's eyes: "I don't need you to recognize me as the master, I want to exchange pens with pragmatic and smart people." ”

Liang Hui didn't have time to speak again, and a strong and abundant vitality flowed down from the top of his head.

He only felt a thump in his ears!

Autumn Jacques.

It can adjust any life form, including itself, to the peak functional state that can be achieved by natural growth without any side effects.

Liang Hui's shouting alarmed the guards outside the house, and they had already prepared for it, armed with short knives and pistols, and rushed in one by one, but the scene in the house made these thugs completely stunned.

Liang Hui actually cried.

Hesheng's dragon head, the old ruffian known for his ferocity and cunning, burst into tears at the moment.

With black shawl hair, a full face, and a scar that was so faint that it was almost invisible, his clumsy body seemed to be inflated, and the whole person suddenly stood upright, except for a few wrinkles on his face, there was hardly any trace of time.