[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang learned from Wang Xiaocui that all the gold of the Tang shopkeeper came from the hands of a person named Boss Qian, and the soldiers divided into two ways to find the details and whereabouts of the thousand bosses. Zhao Lianghui Police Department mobilized police forces, while Mu Qingming and Mo Han rushed to the ghost market on Happy Horse Mountain, looking for the owner of the ghost city to inquire about this person, and by the way, they sold the gold. Led out the ghost city lord to send an order to go down and inquire about the details of the thousand bosses. After a while, the word came back, saying that the thousand bosses were a fickle person, mostly entrenched in the area of Qipan Mountain outside the city, or wandering in the city. And Zhao Liang, who was in the police department, also found out through his own channels that this thousand boss could be found near Qipan Mountain, and decided to go to Qipan Mountain the next day to meet this thousand boss for a while. 】

There was silence in the ghost market, and as always, there was a lifeless atmosphere. The shadows were freely dark and mottled between the trees, but there was not even a single bird's call.

In the dimness, the branches of the trees are like demons with fangs and claws, and the branches and shadows of the trees in the dimness are covered with a layer of weirdness.

In a small building.

Thirty catties of gold is not a small amount, but when Mu Qingming took them all out, a small mountain of gold had already been piled up on the table.

And the air in the building is also frozen by the cold. The biting cold like the thirty-nine days diffused in the small building, and there was a faint humidity, filled with the cold brought by the gold.

Clammy cold fills every corner of the building.

Mo Han or Mu Qingming, as well as the great monk of the ghost city lord, although they all have their own supernatural powers, but between the exhalation and inhalation, there is still white qi in the mouth and nose spewed out with the rhythm of breathing.

All of a sudden, there was a thin layer of ice in the small building, and even the jade cup of the ghost city lord had ice flickering, spreading in the cup, freezing the green liquid in it that I don't know what it was. If you don't have some magical powers to protect your body, when you enter this building at this time, you will definitely shiver with cold.

If ordinary people walk back and forth in the building, they will definitely catch a cold, accompanied by pain in the joints and muscles. I really don't know how Shopkeeper Tang got along with such a cold thing for a long time?

"You weigh it, I didn't weigh it either, but it shouldn't be more, no less, exactly thirty pounds." Mu Qingming said after escaping the last piece of gold and putting it on the table.

There was no room on the round table, and it was almost entirely filled with gold. The only place that was not occupied by the gold was the palm-sized place where the jade cup of the ghost city lord was located.

It's nice to look at the table full of gold, but after the gold accumulates a lot, the cold that emanates from it is even stronger, which is really unbearable. It was even more difficult for Mu Qingming to imagine how the shopkeeper Tang could endure this cold.

The ghost city lord immediately raised his hand, and after patting it lightly three times, the two ghost city cultists joined forces to carry a large wooden box and entered. Just because I didn't know that the building was full of cold and cold, I didn't have any precautions. When he crossed the threshold, his whole body trembled and he shivered violently.

The large wooden box in their hands was obviously prepared, and it was engraved with all kinds of talismans that twisted and twisted like tadpoles. And among the nicks of the rune seal, there is also a faint dark red. A little bit of blood, emanating from the dark red, dispelled the chill near the wooden box. So that the yin qi diffused from those golden eyes could not be approached at all.

Sniffing out the bloody ink cold in those talismans, he turned his head and glanced at the wooden box, and after moving his nose, he frowned and secretly said in his heart: "The blood of the male dog?" ”。

At the same time, keep in mind the styles of those sigils one by one.

"Take all the gold down, weigh it, seal it, and then prepare twice as much gold as it should. Spread my word again, and mobilize all the people to find out a man named Boss Qian. The lord of the ghost city stroked the long beard on his chest with a smile, and said slowly to the ghost city disciples: "I want to know the details and whereabouts of this person. ”。

The two disciples answered again, strode over to the round table, and began to collect the gold from the round table.

The ghost city lord then stroked his beard and thought about it.

Finding Boss Qian is beneficial and harmless to him. As far as he knew, after using too much gold, the yin qi contained in it would become heavier and heavier, and it could not be used at this time. You have to find a place of pure yang to bury the gold, and rely on the pure yang qi in the ground and the long-term time to dissolve the rich yin qi and netherworld power in it.

During this time, the gold is no longer usable, and if it is dug up again, it will become ordinary gold and can no longer be used as gold.

And if you find this thousand bosses, you can also buy from the other party when there is no gold available in the ghost market. The ghost city lord not only willingly helped Mu Qingming find the whereabouts of this person, but also did his best for himself.

Mu Qingming originally came to him, but he was just well-informed in the ghost market, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating, but he would gain a lot from it.

After all the gold was packed into the box, the two ghost city cultists carried the heavy box and walked out slowly, and the chill in the small building gradually subsided.

The ice was melting, and the cold air in the whole small building subsided, but there was another layer of dampness. From the walls to the floor to the beams and columns, there are layers of water droplets.

It was as if the small building had just been sprinkled with water, and every corner was wet.

"Pap, papa" The two drops of water falling on the main beam dripped on the tabletop, shattered into countless small droplets, and splashed and ejected on the table.

"It's better to come early than to come at the right time." The ghost city lord who stopped brushing his beard turned his head and smiled even more when he looked at Mu Qingming and Mo Han: "Let's stay and have a light meal." ”。

"Okay, just a taste of the ghost market." Mu Qing didn't think about it and agreed.

The lord of the ghost city clapped his hands again, and after a maid walked in, he immediately said: "Pass the word, let the kitchen cook a table of good dishes, and there must be fish and meat." ”。

The maid nodded in response, then turned around and walked out of the small building, which was no longer too cold.

The three of them chatted casually, but most of them were about gold; The lord of the ghost city was not stingy, although he didn't know all the functions of the gold, but he also knew everything he knew about Mu Qingming and Mo Han.

Just as he was chatting energetically, a ghost city cultist strode in, and when he stood still in front of the ghost city lord, he had already clasped his hands into fists, bowed his hands, and said loudly: "Back to the city lord, I have found the person of Boss Qian." This person is indeed erratic, claiming to be the descendant of the chessboard ancestor. If he hadn't wandered around the city, he would have been on the Chessboard Mountain. But I still can't be sure what this person does, what are the details? ”。

"Hmm." The ghost city lord with a slight jaw stroked his beard again, and said to the ghost city disciple: "Check again." ”。

"Yes." The believer replied and bowed, and then withdrew.

"Qipan Mountain, I have heard from the locals that this mountain gathers aura, and gathers the aura of the stars of the north and south." After Mu Qingming muttered to himself, he said to the ghost city lord again: "After eating, we will go to Qipan Mountain, as for this person's whereabouts in the city, I will trouble you to check." ”。

"Okay." The ghost city lord did not hesitate, and tilted his head lightly......

The warm and bright sun shines on the Yuantong Mountain in the city, and the flowers and plants in the provincial police station up and down are bright. A few small birds landed among the grass and trees, and the crisp and melodious chirping sounded from the red flowers and green leaves.

A sense of peace and tranquility slowly spread in the provincial police department.

There are murders outside, but it's idle inside. Most of the policemen who stayed behind got together, drank tea and smoked cigarettes after eating, and chatted again, so uncomfortable.

Zhao Liang sat in his office, his forehead twisted into a pimple, and his eyes were full of irritability. On the desk in front of him, there was a mountain of various files.

The files, whether they were prisoners or city residents, were piled up in his office at this time. What could not be placed on the table was piled up on the floor beside him.

Zhao Liang, a big smoker, faced the paper file, and unexpectedly did not smoke again for several hours. And in his office, in addition to himself, there are several policemen who were arrested by him, who are surrounding the files, carefully rummaging, just to find the file of a person named Boss Qian.

However, there are so many people in the city, and the files in the provincial police department are not perfect, and there are also a lot of floating populations, these policemen have been rummaging for a long time, but they have not found the files of thousands of bosses.

Not only did I not find the file of Boss Qian, but I didn't even find a person surnamed Qian.

The policemen, who flipped through the files and had a sore back, also stopped after seeing that Zhao Liang was staring at the mountains of files in front of them that had not yet been opened.

Either sat on the ground and rubbed his shoulders, or stood up and moved his waist. One of the little policemen was impatient, and couldn't help complaining to Zhao Liang: "Detective, why do you say you're looking for a thousand bosses?" Are you going to buy something? ”。

At the same time, it also interrupted Zhao Liang's contemplation.

"There's a lot of nonsense, let you check it, this is the key to opening the Tang family gold store murder case." Zhao Liang raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to slam the table.

A "bang" sounded from under the palm of Zhao Liang's hand that fell on the table, and when the file on the table was shaken, the policemen who were about to continue to complain were startled.

The complaining words in his chest had reached his mouth, and he could only swallow it, and bowed his head again to do things.

"Busy enough." At this moment, Xu Lao walked in with the preliminary inspection report of the autopsy, but only two or three steps into the door, he was stopped by piles of files all over the ground and could not move an inch.

Xu Lao simply stood behind the door, raised the report in his hand, and threw it at Zhao Liang's side. After the report crossed an arc, jumped over the mountains of files on the ground, and flew onto Zhao Liang's desktop impartially, Xu Lao said again: "I heard that you are looking for Boss Qian?" ”。

"yes." Zhao Liang replied casually, picked up the autopsy report, opened it and looked through it; The attention was not on Xu Lao's side at all.

"There is a Taoist in my hometown Sanjia Village, who is called Boss Qian. In the past, he lived in seclusion on the main peak of Yuxin Mountain, Qipan Mountain, and his heart was uncertain, claiming to be the descendant of the ancestor of the chessboard. Xu Lao was not in a hurry to leave, stood behind the door and said: "It is said that he is a crazy Taoist priest, who was not only uncertain but also crazy in the past. But crazy is crazy, and he does have real skills. The nearby residents asked him for money and longevity, and they all responded to their requests. ”。

When Zhao Liang heard this, he was suddenly stunned. After a while, he raised his eyes, his eyes were shining, he looked towards Xu Lao, and shouted urgently: "Is this true? ”。

Xu Lao slowly tilted his head and snorted.

This nod let Zhao Liang see a beam of light from the darkness, and there was no trouble on his face, and he also thought in his heart that he must go to this chessboard mountain tomorrow and find this thousand bosses.

Will Boss Thousand be in Qipan Mountain? Is the thousand boss on the chessboard mountain the thousand boss in Wang Xiaocui's mouth? To find out what's next, listen to the next breakdown.