[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming found the truth from the details, but he just complained a few nonsense, but he didn't blame the fairy girl. The next day, he took Mo Han to find the storage point of the underworld marriage hijab, so he went to the coffin shop of the door to ask for the whereabouts of the hijab. The coffin shop was brought out, and the master of the life-seeking door suddenly appeared. Mu Qing and Mo Han teamed up to make a big fuss in the coffin shop, and the killer of the Suomen was bruised and swollen with three punches and two feet, and the killers were afraid and had to tell the whereabouts of the hijab. 】

Mu Qingming's strange question made the old man very unhappy, the nameless ghost fire in his chest suddenly rose, and the cold glow and yin owl in his eyes reappeared.

"Boy, now that you know whose territory this is, leave the money behind and get out of here." Under the deep voice of anger, the old man raised his hand and pointed out the door.

Mu Qingming was still not frightened, but slowly glanced back at the dusk outside the door behind him, and then turned back to look directly at the old man.

He didn't want to do that, but the disciples of the Require Gate were not good people. To put it bluntly, if you don't have a few lives in your hands, you're embarrassed to be a disciple of the Door of Death. And what they do is the business of kidnapping tickets and exterminating mouths, paying attention to the style of tying up tickets, planning murder and planning to achieve a level, and various methods emerge in endlessly. And what is very unkind is that they often get ransom and tear up tickets.

In the face of such a group of people who are mad, inhumane but have human lives, it is difficult for Mu Qing to meditate on good words.

Who knows how many lives the old man in front of him has on his back?

Seeing that he was not moving, and that there was still a look on his face that seemed to be smiling, the old man felt a humiliation that was underestimated, and his eyes were full of anger, and his face was even more gloomy.

"Boy, your time of death has come." The old man warned Mu Qingming without saying a word, and after raising his hand and patting it, the door and window closed in unison. Immediately after that, behind the old man, behind the two curtains leading to the backyard outside, seven or eight killers with single knives rushed out one after another.

At the same time, on the beam above Mu Qingming's head, there were also four or five black-clothed people jumping down from the beam, and the weapons in their hands were even more varied. There are slub steel whips and iron crutches, double hooks with sharp edges, and whip shafts made of six lines of wood that are tough and smooth and fine, and not easy to break.

There was only a lamp lit on the counter, and the coffin shop, which was dim, was suddenly full of murderous anger.

Mu Qingming swept around, and the menacing killers who surrounded them with hideous faces pursed their lips and smiled coldly with disdain: "The style of the weapon is good, the material is used well, and it is also very good-looking." ”。

Surrounded by others, Mu Qingming knew that peace talks were no longer possible, and it was impossible to speak well, so he quietly gave Mo Han a look as he spoke, signaling her to be ready to do it at any time.

"Old man, I can't wait to know how beautiful the sound of your bones shattering." Mu Qingming, who turned his head and looked directly at the old man, had a smile on his face, and his fingers crackled as soon as he held his hands.

Before the sound landed, he flashed to the old man's side like a ghost, and his clenched right fist swung a straight line, and the hard fist hit the old man's cheekbone.

Under the muffled sound of "click", the old man's facial features were huddled together to the other side, and after the whole body tilted accordingly, he flipped over and flew out. Under the dust, the old man slammed into the wall not far away, and the crack suddenly appeared, and then suddenly fell to the ground, and he was already bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"It's not a good sound to crack bones." Mu Qingming's five fingers bent and stretched a few times, raised his eyes to look at the old man who was grinning in pain, and smiled indifferently.

Mo Han didn't say a word, but also dodged, and stood like a ghost in front of a killer who was holding a single knife and was stunned by Mu Qingming's speed and fist power, pursed his lips and smiled without hesitation, raising his fist and giving the killer a punch in the face.

"Oops!" When the screams of pain started, Mo Han had already quickly withdrawn his fist. Except for Mu Qingming and herself, no one in the store could see the trajectory of her punch clearly, only saw her standing in front of the killer, and then the other party covered her collapsed nose and stomped her feet and screamed in pain.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han looked at each other and smiled, and moved again.

From the coffin shop, where the doors and windows were closed, there was a violent noise of soldiers and soldiers, and heart-rending cries: "Ah, don't hit people in the face!" ”

"Grandma, I was wrong."

"Uncle, uncle, spare your life......

After a while, the noise gradually stopped. The coffin shop was a mess, with slag sawdust everywhere, and the killers of the Deadmen who had broken their weapons and were covered in dredging were lying on the ground, twisting and twisting around with their wounds.

As for Mu Qingming and Mo Han, they were only facing a group of killers and not aliens, so they were safe and sound without any suspense. After patting the dust on his hands, Mu Qingming stepped on the chest of a killer and asked inch by inch, "Do you want to get up and fight again?" ”。

"No fight, no fight." The killer was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, wailing, "Uncle, we were wrong, we were really wrong. ”。

"It's still a good boy to know that you can change your mistakes; Then tell me, what about the underworld marriage hijab that the previous fairy aunt handed over to you for safekeeping? Mu Qingming smiled proudly, slowly squatted down, and patted the killer's swollen face rhythmically: "I don't want to ask this a second time, let's explain it quickly." ”。

"Fifteen days ago, it was bought by the guys at the wedding dress shop on Chenghuang Temple Street (near the original site of the current Wuyi Cinema) for five hundred oceans." The killer trembled with fright, and confessed word for word.

"What does he want that thing for?" After Mu Qingming asked again, he stood up and strode towards the counter.

The room is now intact, except for the walls and roof, only this cabinet remains, and Mu Qingming and Mo Han have deliberately avoided this counter before.

"We don't know about this, anyway, he didn't say it, we just collect money to do business." The killer still couldn't get up in pain, so he could only grin and gasp for air, and finish saying this.

"You're really principled." Mu Qingming said this, and after rummaging through the counter for a while, he pocketed all the money stored in the counter of this small shop.

"Hey, how can there be someone like you." The old man who was the first to be beaten stood up with difficulty against the wall, looked at Mu Qingming's every move and asked in a daze: "You are still beating rabbits with the grass." ”。

"It is better to give your wealth than to the poor and good." Mu Qingming asked rhetorically, and flicked an ocean in his hand at the old man's forehead.

The next second later, Dayang hit the center of the opponent's eyebrows impartially, and the old man snorted and fell to the ground again.

At the same time, the door of the coffin shop was kicked open from the outside, and Miao Tian and Zhao Liang rushed in with ten armed policemen.

This was also arranged in advance by him; He and Mo Han came to explore the path first, and then asked Miao Tian to bring Zhao Liang and them over.

Zhao Liang, who didn't know what was going on, saw so many people lying on the ground covered in bruises, and immediately frowned and looked at Mu Qingming: "What are you doing here?" ”。

"Didn't you mention before that someone secretly kidnapped the child of a wealthy businessman in the city, and it gave you a headache if they couldn't catch the murderer? That's them. Mu Qingming walked over, stood in front of Zhao Liang, and said indifferently: "They did it, I don't believe that you will definitely gain something from bringing it back for trial." ”。

"Thank you." Zhao Liang understood, waved behind him after thanking him, and the policeman who followed him immediately stepped forward, and the handcuffs handcuffed these life-seeking killers who looked at Mu Qingming, who had already gone out with Mo Han, with surprised eyes.

"Miaotian, you help Inspector Zhao escort them all back, don't let them run away on the road." Saying this, Mu Qingming and Mo Han walked away.

When night falls, the streets of Spring City are quiet and pleasant. The soft light of the stars and moon slowly sprinkled on the streets of the city that were paved with five-sided stones.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han walked slowly west together, heading towards the city.

"I'm a little confused right now, the hijab is white, right?" Mo Han and Mu Qingming walked side by side, and after seeing Mu Qingming silently bowing slightly, he gradually frowned and said suspiciously: "We all suspect that Gong Xiaoyun will be possessed by this monster after wearing this hijab, but I was present when I welcomed the bride that day." Gong Xiaoyun wore a hijab on her head, bright red as blood, not as white as snow. ”。

The hijab worn by the woman who was married to her was white. This is the common sense that Mo Han only heard from Miaoyu Miaole and them during the day today.

"Your current idiom is casual, and it's still as red as blood? Is this an idiom. Mu Qingming couldn't help but raise his hand to hug Mo Han, and said triumphantly: "What a stupid and cute fox demon; Is there a thing called dye in this world? The white one can turn red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, as long as you have a handful of dye. ”。

The night breeze blew, blowing the hair hanging from Mo Han's ears up, and with a faint fragrance, it swept over Mu Qingming's cheeks, making Mu Qingming's heart itch for a while.

"Why are you hugging me because you hate me for being stupid?" Mo Han was suddenly displeased, and broke free of Mu Qingming's hand.

"Don't be joking, my mother has repeatedly ordered me to marry you back before leaving, otherwise she won't have my son." Mu Qingming stopped her back into his arms again, and cheekily teased: "Such a difficult task, I have to work hard." ”。

"Phew, who's going to marry you?" Mo Han glared at him angrily, even more displeased and wanted to break free: "You like me because it's a task?" ”。

"No, I really like you." Mu Qingming tilted his head to the side and hugged Mo Han tighter: "You had to stick it over if you didn't let you stick to me before, why are you so shy now?" ”。

"No ......" Mo Han, who was flushed, hurriedly looked down at her toes, and she had long forgotten her displeasure when she was bumped into by the deer in her heart: "Where are we going now?" ”。

Under the moonlight, the two walked slowly in the direction of Chenghuangmiao Street (now the section from Renmin Middle Road to Minsheng Street). Mu Qingming looked straight ahead, and said leisurely: "Of course, I went to the wedding dress shop and asked, was the dark wedding hijab sold to the palace family by them?" ”。

Some of them chatted a few more words, and the two had already walked to the street of Chenghuangmiao. Because there is a city god temple here, the street is called this name. But now the temple has run out of incense, just a few days ago, the Yunnan Patrol Police Bureau suddenly moved, at the same time into the Dongyue Temple, the Tuzhu Temple and the City God Temple, in an instant in these temples in the shape of the clay statues of gods and ghosts smashed down, and with the clay puppets and water, expanded into adobe, for the purpose of rebuilding the temple. As for the bronze statues in the temple, those Wu Er Father, the White Tiger God of Wealth, the incense burner, and the incense tripod were all sent to the Longyuan Bureau of the Money Bureau Street to recast coins.

Although the temple and the prosperous incense are gone, this street is lively during the day, and the wedding shop is not difficult to find, it is opposite the original City God Temple. Opposite the dilapidated temple gate, the wedding dress shop with closed doors and windows stands quietly in the night.

But when they arrived at the door, Mu Qingming and Mo Han were suddenly stunned, the two of them seemed to have a heart, and muttered in unison: "Where did the smell of blood come from?" ”。

Where does the smell of blood come from? Was the underworld marriage hijab sold to the palace family? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.