The people here are weird everywhere.

But the shopkeeper's words don't seem to be fake. There is no village in front of the village and no shops in the back, so what's the point of occupying this small town? If you want to encroach step by step, you should also pick a big place, otherwise, how many years will it take? In the future, they will all be loess and white bones, and they will not be effective.

Meng Yining thought carefully after eating, she watched Yan Rong's traditional clothes dangling in front of her. The storyteller's shrill voice is heard in the ears.

Gotta go check it out and follow them!

She went back to the house and changed into a night dress, which was as unnoticeable as a shadow in the dark.

Le Yi lived next door to her, and when she heard the movement, she knew it was another restless night. What exactly is she going to do? If you don't sleep, you'll definitely be sleepy again tomorrow. He was also dressed and stared at the movement next door.

The festive fireworks are gradually extinguished, and a quiet midnight reigns over the small town. The bustling crowd below has dispersed, and the bustling small stage has become deserted. The speaker drank tea on it and looked at the departing audience with satisfaction. He straightened his clothes, put on a sheepskin coat, and swaggered off the stage.

"Smack-"

Le Yi heard the window in Meng Yining's house open, and the night breeze poured in.

This girl knows how to walk through the window!

Le Yi also hurriedly pushed the window open a crack and watched Meng Yining's agile figure hidden in the night. He jumped out, as light as a swallow, and swayed leisurely and quietly behind Meng Yining by the window, slowly following her.

She ran as fast as she could, like a black cat jumping over the rooftops. Meng Yining watched the storyteller walk briskly without blinking, twisting and turning, twisting and turning, passing through the streets and alleys, and looking back from time to time to see if anyone was following him.

The black light blinded the fire, and only the wind blew across Meng Yining's face. She could see at night, and the storyteller's every move fell into her eyes.

Suddenly, the storyteller stopped.

Meng Yining and Le Yi immediately stood still in the wind, lying on the eaves, and motionless felt the slightly nervous breath in the air. The man looked up, and picked up another stone that still rang in the distance. The stone made a "snapping" sound, and the gurgling rolled up and hit the wood, and then stopped.

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Dressed and walked on.

In the darkness, another figure came out. The man wore a brown felt hat and was burly and walked with his legs outward. His voice is strong, and when he hears it, he is full of energy and strength.

As soon as the man spoke, it was Yan Rong's dialect: "Let you be careful, no one will follow!" ”

The storyteller quickly replied: "No one, no one, I'm careful along the way, and I don't leave until they're gone." ”

The man snorted and pushed open the door of the courtyard: "Come in quickly, you're the only one left." ”

The two walked briskly into the room, poked their heads out and closed the door.

Meng Yining followed closely, Ling Bo walked slightly, his feet were not stained with dust, and he suddenly fell to the roof of the courtyard house. As soon as she took a closer look, she saw twenty or thirty people sitting in the small courtyard, with four or five torches lit inside, as if they were in a meeting.

As soon as the man entered, dozens of people stood up in unison and got out of the way. The two swaggered into the middle room. There was a long, old voice shouting faintly: "Come in!" ”

The people who had been waiting in the courtyard all walked into the house. Meng Yining lifted a small tile, revealing a little gap, and looked at the mysterious appearance inside the room. Illuminated by flames, the warm orange walls are lined with candlesticks and a hide. The crowd sat around an old man. And the storyteller and the stout man sat on either side of the old man.

Meng Yining's heart sank, wasn't that man the one who had just arrived here and was accidentally bumped into by someone who was pushed and shoved? The tattoo on half of his face was especially noticeable in her memory.

She looked at this group of people quietly, what is the name?

The old man spoke: "Everyone must have heard the news recently. ”

"Yes." The people below nodded.

"I got the news that there is a need for long-term planning on the Yangshang side, and Gu Zi'an, who came out of nowhere, actually became the king of Beiyang. Once upon a time, he entered Great Xia as a proton. The Zhao family is quite useless in doing this thing, and even an unarmed son can slip in from under his nose for nothing! Otherwise, it wouldn't have ended up like this. The old man's voice seemed to have a deterrent effect, and the people below did not dare to come out of the atmosphere.

He sighed, hammered the ground with his black cane, and then pointed at the people present, sweeping everyone like a blade. "Remember, you guys, whose people it is! Don't live here for a long time, just forget your duty and Yan Rong's career! Otherwise......" he slowed down, his cane pointing to a round black object hanging from the beams, "this is the end of the story!" ”

"Understood."

The man nodded, "I must live up to my mission!" ”

Meng Yining looked over along the crutches, originally thought it was a hanging bamboo basket, but when she looked at it, her eyes widened and she was stunned.

That's a human head!

The jet-black hair was trapped in hemp rope and hung from the roof. The wind outside blew in through the doorway, and the head slowly swirled in mid-air. Just happened to fall into Meng Yining's eyes, she trembled all over, facing the hideous expression of the man.

The Yanrong people have a tradition. They would cut off the heads of traitors, boil them in an iron pan, and fry them in a pan of oil. This way the skull will not decay quickly. And after the production is completed, the head is hung up to serve as a warning. It was not until the maggot on the head was pitted by the birds and the eagle that he would give up and throw it into the river.

Meng Yining listened to the following words, and everyone seemed to be preparing for something big. She frowned, eager for the other party to reveal some more news.

Le Yi picked up a piece of grass not far away, and looked at Meng Yining's body trembling, as if he was frightened by something. If she had a tail, she would have stood it up.

"Lately, there's been a lot of people here."

"Every day I sat around the stage and watched, all the merchants and travelers passing by, and the suspicious people had all been killed and thrown into the river." The man looked obedient in front of the old man.

The old man nodded: "Yes." What's the progress on what you're looking for? ”

"The subordinates are incompetent, and they haven't been found yet."

"Rubbish!"

The old man shouted, "It's been fifteen years, how can you not find anything!" ”

"Could it be that he pointed in the wrong direction...... the man, tremblingly.

"Impossible!"

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed sharply.

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