The black figure took out another broken token, "Where did this token come from?" ”

The old hat was completely enlightened, and replied honestly: "That token was secretly sold to me by a subordinate of Yuefu, and I saw that it still looked a little good, so I bought it." ”

After hearing this, the black figure did not dwell on it as before, but began to ask about other things.

The old hat didn't know how long it had been, he shrugged his head, he didn't bother to open his eyes, it was useless anyway.

He said that his mouth was dry, but he didn't dare to ask for water, so he could only keep licking his lips and drinking to quench his thirst.

"Uncle? What else? Did you ask about it? Uncle? ”

The old hat noticed that after a while there was a sudden silence, and he hurriedly screamed.

"What's going on? Don't! ”

He looked up excitedly, and found that there was no figure in sight through the black cloth, so he shouted loudly, "It's on fire!" It's on fire!! ”

In an instant, a large number of people poured out of the nearby houses, all panicked and running around like headless flies.

"Where is the fire?!"

Two or three watchmen ran in the distance, followed by a few catchers.

"It seems to be the owner of this room who shouted."

A civilian-clad cloth said weakly pointing to a simple dwelling.

"Let's go, go in and have a look."

One of them quickly motioned to the people around him, kicked the door open with a sharp kick, and rushed in with a knife.

As soon as they entered the door, they were dumbfounded, only to see a man tied to the head of the bed, and the ground was a mess.

The old hat cried loudly, "Grandpa Guan, help!" ”

For the first time in his life, he felt that the people in the government were so kind.

At this time, Wang Xu was already sitting in a restaurant and ordered a table of dishes, but he did not take the token in the end, nor was he ready to go to Yuefu to take a trip to the troubled waters.

After all, the man in white who suddenly appeared that day was too weird, and it was strange that he appeared in broad daylight on the official road and killed people directly, and there was no backer behind him.

No matter what kind of role Yue Fu played in it, he was not interested, and even the broken token, he didn't touch it with his hands, just to be wary of whether there was any door in it.

"Prince Wang, your dishes are ready."

Xiao Er brought over a plate, put down a plate of garlic shrimp, and then put down a plate of whitebait custard, and said: "This is what our shopkeeper specially instructed the kitchen to prepare for you, thank you for your support for so long, thank you!" ”

"Where, I bothered to reply to the shopkeeper, I wish you a prosperous business."

After Wang Xu thanked him, he took out a small piece of broken silver from his arms and handed it over, "Busy with you." ”

"Thank you, Prince Wang!"

Xiao Er's face was full of joy, and he hurriedly bowed several times, until the table next to him called, and then he turned around and went busy.

Wang Xu was secretly thinking to himself while eating the dishes.

He had already inquired around during this time, including his classmates, well-informed ninth-rate people, and even Wei Qingfan's mentor, Ji Zhongyue, an old man in the court who was now semi-retired.

I just don't know if this person's city government is too deep, or if he really doesn't know, and there is no news or shadow at all.

If it weren't for the fact that on the way here, he had met a man in white in mourning clothes, and he would have thought that this southern land was really a forbidden place for demons and monsters.

Smack, smack, smack.

Suddenly, a small cracking sound came from his chest, and at the same time, the last faint wisp of existential power was completely absorbed by Wang Xu.

His face remained unchanged, and he ate the food on the table carefully and quickly, then turned to check out and went out.

In a small courtyard on the east side of the city, after Wang Xu walked into the door, he locked the door.

This small courtyard was not bought by him, but handed over to him by Ji Zhongyue.

Because this property was purchased by Wei Qingfan when he was studying, he also mentioned it in the letter, and handed it over directly to Wang Xu for him to dispose of.

Therefore, Wang Xu easily owned a property in the east of the city.

You know, these properties in the eastern part of the city are no longer available for money, they must be powerful.

However, Wang Xu actually did a very authentic job, and sent Ji Zhongyue a small gift every once in a while, without asking for anything in return, which can be regarded as returning the intention of keeping this property.

The reason used is also very natural, because since Ji Zhongyue recommended him to participate in the quarterly examination, he is naturally his teacher, and it is natural for students to give some gifts to teachers.

Once inside the room, he took out the bag in his arms and opened it to see that there were any metal fragments inside, and all that was left was a pile of black scum.

Although it had been expected, after it really happened, Wang Xu still sighed.

He wrapped up his bag again, walked out of the room, and walked towards a nearby stream, which was useless and better to dispose of it as soon as possible.

It may be useful to leave it behind, but it's better to throw it away than the risk.

"Whew."

Wang Xu also breathed a sigh of relief after throwing the scum and the bag into the stream in two different places, after all, the origin of this thing is unknown, and it is still a bit risky for him to carry it all the time.

Now that he has absorbed the power of existence in it safely and soundly, it can be regarded as a kind of consummation.

He looked at the sky and saw that the moonlight seemed to be a little dimmer tonight than before.

Wang Xu frowned, then turned around and walked towards the way he came.

In the dim moonlight, faintly, I could barely see the road ahead, but the lanes on both sides of the road were completely unclear.

Tread, step, step.

The deserted path was silent except for the sound of his own footsteps.

After Wang Xu passed a fork in the road, he continued to walk forward, and when he immediately reached an intersection in front of him, his figure disappeared in an instant.

After a while, a figure stepped out of the darkness of the path, and she was bent down, unable to see her face clearly.

As if her eyes were a little blurred, she lifted a dim oil lamp, which reflected the folds of her face in a terrifying way.

She looked at it with dim eyes, saw nothing around, and turned to walk back.

Suddenly, a strange figure stood behind her at some point.

"Old man, are you looking for me?"

Wang Xu said with a smile while holding the horizontal knife.

If it was an ordinary person, of course, she couldn't see her, but Wang Xu had the ability to see at night, and he had already found that this person was hiding in the alleyway, watching him walk over with pity, and then following behind him.

"Hehe, young man, there are some things that you can't control."

The old man with the lantern was not afraid, but said something inexplicable to Wang Xu hoarsely.

"What do you mean!"

Wang Xu frowned, and was about to ask, when suddenly, he found that this person's eyes did not look at him, but had been looking behind him since he turned around just now.

"Behind!"

After he suddenly thought in his heart, he didn't turn around, just dodged, and passed the old man with the lantern, and then stabbed with his backhand, and turned around directly with the force.