[Continuing from the book above, the last book said that the decisive battle was imminent, and both the Immortal Dao and the Dragon Lockers had stepped up their pre-battle preparations. After Changshengdao deceived the human bone comb, he immediately destroyed it without investigation. Then, under the command of the arrogant Heli Emperor Mother, the next target was locked on the dried muntjac dug out of Lin Wanyin's mine. And the dragon locker also made a fortune golden body that could accept anger, and quietly threw himself into the well of resentment that was revived by the immortal dao, and began to absorb resentment. After drawing out the rhetoric of the Immortal Dao and defrauding the dried muntjac dug out of Lin Wanyin's mine, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the dragon lockers, he handed it over to the horse gang to consign into the city. And the Provincial Police Department also had insufficient evidence, so Zhao Liang pretended to have to temporarily release Mu Qingming. 】

Even if it is a spring city without scorching heat in summer, in the cloudless blue sky of midsummer, there will be a blazing sun. The scorching and dazzling sun sunburned all the plants and trees in the spring city without exception and lowered their heads slightly, and there were heat waves churning on some of the hot ground.

It's just that compared to those places that are very hot in summer, they are located in a flat and open dam, in the spring city of half city and half water, and there is a cool river and lake breeze, which makes the city not only not stuffy, but also just a little hot.

In the crisp and melodious sound of copper bells, a group of horse gangs appeared at the end of the loess avenue outside the south of the city. More than a dozen short and compact Dali horses, with strong limbs and tendons, and shiny black hair, under the command of the horse drivers in the horse gang, lined up in a very regular manner, and stepped on the loess on the road towards the spring city.

The heavy hooves of the horses, playing on the thick horseshoe, always kick up a large cloud of dust every time they step on the avenue full of loess and red earth.

And the gong hand walking in front of the hairy, slippery, fat and strong head mule is rhythmically beating the gong in his hand. When pedestrians heard the melodious and loud sound of gongs, they all retreated to both sides of the road early, promising that they would never stand in the way of the caravan.

The leader of this caravan, commonly known as the pot head, led the mule and followed behind the gong man. Although his stature is not as tall as Qi Gao, he is also strong and his horse pot head is named Luo Can. He was the most famous gang leader in Central Yunnan at that time, except for Qi Gao. And the size of his horse gang is only second only to Qi Gao.

Speaking of which, this medium-sized Luo Can, whose square face has been exposed to wind and rain for a long time and has dry skin, is also full of generosity. In fact, under his strong chest, he has a narrow heart.

Luo Can has had business competition with Qi Gao for a long time, but his methods are really dirty, as if he is a cockfighter, he often secretly sets Qi Gao, and it is common to make trips behind his back. Fortunately, Qi Gao is not a fool, he has never been fooled and often takes precautions, so he escaped Luo Can's secret arrow, not to mention, he is also broad-minded, and he has never bothered with him.

But Qi Gao's revenge with virtue actually got Luo Can's stronger fighting spirit. This time, the goods and money of Qi Gao's horse gang were robbed on the ancient tea horse road, and although the unfortunate incident of the dead and the goods was not instigated by Luo Can, he also spread rumors among various horse gangs and businessmen afterwards, lying that Qi Gao led a horse gang with no strength and strong outside, so he was easily robbed of the goods and money by a few small minions.

This rumor sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and it spread in an instant. It was rumored that later, there was a version that Qi Gao's goods were snatched by a few mountain people who were holding flat shoulders and had no combat effectiveness. For the caravan, as in the past dart games, strength and credibility are very important. Under the circulation of such an outrageous version of the legend, the vast majority of merchants were so frightened that they did not dare to hand over the goods to Qi Gao for consignment and sale in Tibet for the safety of the goods. Therefore, Qi Gaocai has had no business for a long time.

And this time, Luo Can's caravan, in addition to some tea and cloth, the rest was dried muntjac tightly wrapped in black cloth. All from the old county, in the Lin family's mine.

These dried muntjac were all bought from Lin Wanyin's hands a few days ago by immortal Taoists who pretended to be masters of the Dao, in the name of eliminating demons and defending the Dao. In other words, it was only after Changshengdao had been grinding his lips for a long time that Lin Wanyin pretended to believe it and sold these dried muntjac to the other party.

Subsequently, for the sake of safety, Changshengdao avoided the eyes and ears of the dragon lockers, and resolutely did not carry out the task of transporting dried muntjac into the city, but secretly found Luo Can, who had no bottom line and was almost broken into slag, and asked him to consign these dried muntjac into Spring City.

But after all, the dried muntjac is a dead corpse, not to mention very unlucky, and the terrifying legends of various dried muntjac also brought a lot of psychological shadows to the people of central Yunnan at that time, even Luo Can was no exception. At first, Luo Can refused the deal. But later, Changshengdao not only offered a generous honorarium, but paid the full amount on the spot, and promised Luo Can that after the matter was completed, he helped him to defeat Qi Gao's horse gang, and the heart-warming Luo Can immediately agreed.

Along the way, Luo Can still had some ups and downs in his heart. At the same time, he has always been curious about what the dried muntjac looks like, but he doesn't dare to open the black cloth to find out.

When he saw the towering city wall of Spring City, which was built of rammed earth bricks and was two feet nine feet two inches high, as well as the arched doorway under the south gate that had been worn out by time, Luo Can secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Once he entered the city and handed over the dead who made him curious and frightened to the Immortal Dao, his mission for this trip was complete.

Luo Can beckoned behind him, and his cronies hurriedly chased after him and walked side by side with him.

"Once you're in town, you'll go to our employer at this address." Luo Can, who was striding ahead, took out a note and handed it to his cronies. That was the address given to him by the Immortal Dao.

"Got it." After taking the note, the cronie nodded in response.

As he spoke, the caravan had already arrived outside the city gate. The gong bearer stopped striking the gong and walked to the doorway, where the horsemen and horses entered the doorway one after another, and walked slowly towards the city......

In the Provincial Police Department, Zhao Liang picked up a bunch of keys from the director's desk. On the iron ring of the keychain, there are exactly nine keys, no more, no less.

The hall director, who was sitting opposite Zhao Liang, raised his hand and touched the top of his bare head, which had no long hair: "I really can't find evidence to prove that Mu Qingming is the murderer?" ”。

Zhao Liang, who had already hung the keychain on his waist, slowly shook his head: "I also want to convict Mu Qingming for this, and then drag him out and cut him down." But it really wasn't him, the dead shopkeeper Zhang was obviously strangled to death, but his face was not cyanotic (his face was flushed), and his face was lifelike, and it could be removed, which was obviously the technique of the Immortal Dao. Before strangling people, they were skinned alive. ”。

After a pause, Zhao Liang smiled lightly when the hall chief was secretly startled: "And now is the time to let Mu Qingming out; Brother Li is missing, and it seems that the Immortal Dao has begun to do evil again. In the ten days that Mu Qingming was imprisoned, eight more babies disappeared in the city, exactly four men and four women. I found a few blind fortune tellers to look at the missing child's birthday, the four men are pure yang and four pillars, and the four women are all four pillars of pure yin. ”。

"Okay, remember to ...... Mu Qing afterwards" The hall chief thought for a moment, nodded and gave a thumbs up as he said this, stretching it out to his neck.

"Got it." After Zhao Liang nodded in response, he turned around and walked out of the director's office and strode towards the underground detention room.

A moment later, Zhao Liang stood in the underground detention cell, in front of the special cell where Mu Qingming was held. Before he stood still, Mu Qingming behind the iron wall sensed him and asked, "What are you going to eat at noon today?" ”。

"Eat you big-headed ghost, have you forgotten, we said we would let you out today." There was no one around, Zhao Liang answered softly, took out the key from his waist, and slowly opened the nine big locks that locked the cell door in turn.

As soon as the door opened, a foul smell came to his face, and Zhao Liang couldn't help frowning.

Mu Qingming, who was covered in sweat and his face was covered with sweat, walked out slowly. During the ten days he was locked up in this cramped cell, he didn't even have a chance to wash his face and feet, let alone take a shower. Not only have the cheeks of his face grown a messy sparse beard, but there is also a rancid smell on his clothes.

Even the head of the chicken nest on the skull is very greasy.

"I've already informed my sister-in-law, she's waiting for you at the door, go home and take a shower. Then together, we cleaned up the Immortal Dao. Seeing Mu Qingming standing still in front of the prison door, but after not taking a step forward, Zhao Liang retreated not far away, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Mu Qingming.

"You think that eradicating the Immortal Dao is to open your mouth to drink water, it's that easy." Mu Qingming replied, walked forward by himself, and walked towards the outside of the cell.

Walking out of the underground detention room, the bright sunlight was very dazzling in Mu Qingming's eyes, and he couldn't help but stand under the eaves first, squinting his eyes to get used to the strong light, and then walked towards the door.

A familiar figure appeared outside the door. Mu Qingming saw Mo Han, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, revealing a light smile.

Some anxious Mo Han and Miao Yu were already standing in the shade of the trees at the gate, pacing back and forth in the mottled shadows for a long time. As soon as he saw Mu Qingming come out, Mo Han hurriedly stopped pacing and greeted him, excitedly raised the wicker in his hand, and helped Mu Qingming dust his back, and there were words in his mouth: "Go to bad luck, go to bad luck." ”。

"They're all thin." After dusting more than a dozen times, Mo Han detoured in front of Mu Qingming, raised his slightly trembling hand, and stroked Mu Qingming's cheeks, tears suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes: "Zhao Liang, those bastard policemen didn't beat you, right?" ”。

Seeing Zhao Liang coming after Mu Qingming, standing behind the gate, Mo Han's gaze bypassed Mu Qingming and glared at Zhao Liang, deliberately raising his voice a little.

It seems to be specifically for Zhao Liang to hear.