Chapter 2: Storytelling

"Heijo? Isn't that a neighboring city? What happened? ”

"Heijo...... Dead! ”

"Don't lie to us, sir! Storytelling should also have a degree. ”

The storyteller rolled his eyes, "Can I lie to you about this?!" Besides, haven't you noticed that there are more and more people in our city lately? ”

"Alas, alas, I know this, and indeed there are many people who have come all the way from Pingcheng, and I have heard that some have even gone to farther towns."

"Well, sir, how is that, that man...... Deceased? ”

The storyteller narrowed his eyes and patted the table.

"Come, come closer, and I'll tell you quietly."

"Speaking of this Pingcheng, there is a woman who jumped off the building, who knew that on the first seven days of this woman, the sky changed abruptly, and the woman's husband also died."

"That's weird, isn't it?"

"It is said that it is a wronged soul asking for his life, but not only that, didn't you go to worship your ancestors at the end of last month."

"As a result, guess what?! Some of the graves in the cemetery have been renovated! The deceased's shoes are still hanging on them! ”

"Damn, this is terrible!"

"Also, many of the families that were turned over died in the graves!"

"Hey, that's pathetic......"

"It's horrible, too."

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Hearing this, Yun Chang's hand paused slightly, put down the teacup, and thought seriously.

Pingcheng is dead, if it is just a simple dead person, it should be managed by the government yamen, but if the killing method is too strange, then there can be people in the rivers and lakes who commit the crime, then she, the leader of the martial arts alliance, still has to intervene.

Yun Chang sighed faintly, hey, when he took the initiative to find him, it seemed that he couldn't wait, so he could only go to Pingcheng first, why was it so difficult to turn over.

This time, I don't even have the interest in listening to books, this storyteller, tell a story well, and have nothing to discuss about the dead man's incident?!

Yun Chang was a little depressed.

In fact, it's okay not to go, but after all, he occupies the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Yun Chang didn't have the idea of listening to the book, so he went upstairs by himself, returned to his room, simply packed his luggage, whistled, and a little pigeon flew in through the window.

Yun Chang wrote, "If you want to go to Pingcheng, you will know the death for it, and you will be where you are." ”

Putting the paper in the letter box and releasing the little pigeon, Yun Chang sat on the stool, thinking about his plans for tomorrow.

Because of Ming's death, Yun Chang didn't have the heart to read the words on weekdays today, so he planned to take a hasty rest.

Suddenly, she thought that if she went to Pingcheng, she would not be able to bring this book, in case some people on the rivers and lakes found out about it, some people with bad minds would make a big fuss about it, and at that time, it would be troublesome, and her road to turn over would be even more distant.

Yun Chang is fierce, you can't do it, you can't take the book away.

But I don't know what happened to Yue'er, I don't know if His Majesty the Emperor and Yue'er have reconciled?

Yun Chang was ruthless, so she planned to buy this store.

Isn't it just a shop, wait, if you don't come here, why don't you ...... Buy a hotel in all towns.

How can I be so smart, Yun Chang thought about it for a long time, and then began to act.

Start with this shop, and leave the rest to the small merchants.

After everything was done, Yun Chang took a bath, washed away his tiredness, and rested.

The next day, I cleaned up and planned to leave.

Leaving the shopkeeper, Yun Chang walked out of the inn with his horse alone, and people came and went in Qingcheng, and the market was noisy.

Yun Chang has not stayed here for a long time, but he is also very happy about the situation here.

Now, Yun Chang can only take his horse out of the city with a little regret.