Yang Yi followed Li Shu'er for more than ten minutes, and then arrived at the city of Cangzhou.

Although it was already known that the Taiping army fought fiercely with the Eight Banners and Green Battalion soldiers of the Qing Dynasty in front, Cangzhou City, as the gateway to Tianjin County and an important supply place for Beijing City, still maintained a deformed prosperity with dense personnel and divergent vehicles in the case of war.

At the city gate, there was an endless stream of peddlers, pawns and merchants, and only a dozen or so armed with bright knives and guns were sent at the city gate, and a pair of green battalion soldiers who patrolled back and forth on the city wall with bird guns and cast their unkind eyes on pedestrians from time to time, so that people really felt that the big battle seemed to be imminent.

Uncle Li and Yang Yi wanted to mix in the crowd and enter the city, but they didn't want that Uncle Li was really famous, and the people and businessmen who went into the city to buy vegetables and sell charcoal or buy salt, salt and oil as soon as they saw Uncle Li, it was as if they had seen the gods descend to earth, and they came around, making arches and kneeling and kowtowing, and their mouths were still shouting "Old immortals, it's ......good to go to my house to eat and make offerings this time" Yang Yi was dumbfounded, and said in his heart What is the matter with these people taking drugs, how can this posture be with those brainless fans who have seen cats, The people in the old area are like seeing the Eighth Route Army, this is too crazy!

Looking at Uncle Li again, under the cheers of the people and tears, he had a solemn face, and kept repeating in his mouth: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry...... Zhang Xiaoliuzi, as long as the fuck you can squeeze, you have stepped on my feet...... By the way, Xiao He, after drinking the talisman, your father's illness will be cured...... Hey, Aunt Zhu, don't stuff me with eggs...... Or raw...... It's over, it's over, it's crushed, isn't it...... I'm left with this robe......

At the moment of chaos, several regimental trainers guarding the city gate ran over+ and dispersed the people with guns, led by a small leader in his thirties, looked at Li Shu'er and bowed: "Zhang Youwang thanked the old immortal." ”

"Get up, how is your mother?" Uncle Li bowed to Zhang Youwang in a big way, and asked with a smile.

"Back to the old immortals, my mother drank Fu Shui, and her body is like a day by day, and these days I still talk about building a shrine for you." Zhang Youwang stood up, bowed respectfully and replied.

"Well, that's good...... Eh, Jiansheng Temple? I'm not Wei Zhongxian, what kind of ancestral hall to build, hehe" Uncle Li laughed, and then his face turned straight, "You have added so many sentry posts at the city gate, is it because Changmao is approaching again?" ”

"This is one of them," Zhang Youwang glanced at the people who were still unwilling to leave after being separated by the group practice, and said close to Li Shu'er's ear: "Old immortal, recently there have been cases of child loss in Cangzhou City, and the child is very strange, often at home out of thin air disappears, just a finger, more than ten days have been lost, more than 20 children have been lost, those who have lost their children The bitter master went to the county government all day long to beat the drum and beat the far, Shen Zhixian also strictly ordered the officials of the strong class and the fast class to solve the case within a time limit several times, but the brothers in that class broke their legs, There were no eyebrows at all, but some children's hair, minced flesh and fine bones were found in the city canal, and they were miserable. Now that there are children in this city, everyone is in danger, and rumors are spreading, all saying that it is a demon who is doing evil, and Shen Zhixian can't do it, so he sent more people at the city gate, afraid that there are spies sent by Changmao to deliberately steal children to create panic and shake the determination of the army and people to defend the city. ”

After listening to Zhang Youwang's words, Uncle Li twisted the few sparse mouse whiskers under his chin with his hand, and said half-loudly: "There is a lot of information about this matter, and the words of evil are not groundless, and I will talk about it after I enter the city." ”

After that, Uncle Li greeted Yang Yi, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, and went straight into Cangzhou City.

Although Yang Yi is from the 21st century, and the municipalities with a population of tens of millions have also gone, but at first glance I see the street scene in the city that is completely blue bricks and gray tiles, and the ancient buildings with eaves and arches, I still can't help but feel unprecedented novelty, and I can't help but look around.

When Li Shu'er entered the city, in order to avoid the residents whose enthusiasm was not inferior to that of the ordinary people and merchants outside the city, he stretched out his hand and called a carriage with a blue bamboo mat shed, got into the car with Yang Yi, and then asked the coachman to go straight to the houses in the west of the city.

Sitting in the car, Yang Yi sniffled, there was a faint fishy smell in the car, as if he had just pulled a fish, which made Yang Yi a little uncomfortable, just glanced at Uncle Li, wanted to speak, but was stopped by Uncle Li with his eyes, so he had to pull the wind curtain of the carport and look outside, so as to breathe in the fresh air, but he smelled a smell of paper ash.

The west of the city is a typical Qing Dynasty residential architectural style, at a glance, almost all of them are courtyard-style three-row five-entry brick and wood structure hard hilltop and rest hilltop houses, Yanshan, roof ridge, eaves have delicate animal flowers and grass reliefs, the surrounding wall is tall and connected with the annex house, all with blue brick masonry. But the strange thing is that all the houses have a flagpole-shaped wooden stick erected high, and a triangular red cloth is hung on it, which is a grand sight to be seen in the wind.

"Hey, what are you doing with a red cloth strip in these houses, is it possible that every family has a mother and a child?" When Uncle Li saw the red cloth, he frowned, stomped on the floor of the carriage with his foot, and asked the driver who was driving the car.

"The Taoist chief doesn't know, there has been a strange thing in Cangzhou City recently, every family has children inexplicably lost, the legend is that the Bodhisattva came to Cangzhou City to choose the boy to drive, and then King Kong Lux took those children. This is a beautiful thing, but those who are fathers and mothers have no knowledge and are reluctant, so they gave birth to such a method, saying that the mother is a blood-stained body, and the gods are pure, and they are disgusted with their pickles, so they don't go to ingest children, in fact, they are all ignorant and vain words of some mountain and wild village husbands, and they can't be true, hehe" The coachman is very talkative, and he is shaking his head and foaming at the mouth.

"Hehe, it's really a lie, the Bodhisattva is a compassionate heart, how can he do this kind of black-hearted deed that snatches people's children, however, you say that those children's fathers and mothers are all nonsense, but the real people see that you are also very arrogant, you dare to come out and swagger in the blue sky and daylight, and you also make this illusion to deceive the real people, you are so bold." Uncle Li smiled coldly, and Yang Yi was confused when he said something—he really didn't understand.

"Hahaha," the coachman suddenly let out a strange laugh, and then he heard a "huola", and the carriage disappeared for no reason, but fortunately, Uncle Li's hands were quick, and he stretched out his hand to support Yang Yi, and the two of them stood firmly on the ground.

The incident happened in a hurry, Yang Yi barely stabilized his figure, and when he looked at it again, his legs were weak at that time: I saw him and Li Shu'er standing on the edge of a bottomless cliff, and on the other side, there was a large mass grave with paper money dancing in the air, and wisps of gray smoke and dust were coming out of the round grave bags, and in the air, there were faint echoes of the thin woman's cry and the sound of the gong suona erhu, the two sounds were mixed together, coupled with the environment of being in the cemetery, it sounded chilling.

Look at the coachman again, he was standing five steps away from them, changing the innocent expression on his face just now, staring at Uncle Li with a pair of resentful eyes, sneering silently.

"Don't make an appearance on the shelf, when the fuck you're a famous singer who sings Kunqu Opera, grass!" Uncle Li glanced at the coachman with disdain and mocked.

The coachman's face was cold, his arms shook, and the skin on his face instantly began to melt and turn black as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and kept bulging transparent bubbles, looking like a giant toad's back. Then, the coachman grabbed his face with both hands, tore off the layer of face, and revealed a face with a strange white face, flat facial features, and an evil expression, and what was even more strange was that on that dull face, it was like a roller, constantly flashing different faces of men and women, and each face gave a weird smile to Uncle Li and Yang Yi.

Uncle Li didn't care about the ghost face that the coachman revealed, which was comparable to a horror movie, but Yang Yi's face on the side was not inferior to the coachman's face at all, and his legs trembled so much that he was about to kneel: he thought he was from the 21st century and saw such a supernatural phenomenon with his own eyes, completely subverting the modern education he had received in the past twenty-three years, and this visual impact brought him unprecedented fear, he was really about to urinate blood.

Seeing that Yang Yi's body was crumbling, Li Shu'er shook his head gently, then reached out and pressed Yang Yi's shoulder, took advantage of the situation and jumped up, and at the same time kicked the half-human-high package that Yang Yi was carrying with his right foot, a strip-shaped object wrapped in yellow silk flew out of the package, Li Shu'er reached out and grabbed the thin strip-shaped object, pulled the yellow silk, and a three-foot-long peachwood sword appeared in Li Shu'er's palm.

Uncle Li bit off the index finger of his left hand and wiped the blood on the spine of the sword, and the ordinary wooden sword body suddenly turned red, like an iron bar that had just been taken out of the blazing furnace.

Then, Li Shu'er kicked his left foot with his right foot in mid-air, twisted his waist, and in an instant, the thin body as paper was like a dragon out of the water, urging his shoulders with his waist, urging his arms with his shoulders, and urging his palms with his arms, the whole action was done in one go, and the peachwood sword stabbed straight at the coachman's eyebrows with a "snort" sound that pierced the air.

The coachman didn't panic when he saw Uncle Li'er's sudden attack, his feet were together, his body began to spin like a spinning top, and he turned faster and faster, and the dust and sand around his body were wrapped around the ground and rose up, looking like a tornado rising from the ground. At the same time, accompanied by a burst of eerie laughter like the cry of a night owl, I saw countless hands stretched out from the tornado, some of those hands were rough and black, some were as slender as green onions, some were as shriveled as dead branches, and even white fingerbones stained with scattered flesh and blood, but without exception, those hands all grabbed at Li Shu'er and the peachwood sword in his hand.

A good Uncle Li, his wrist trembled, first opened a few palms that could be grabbed by the tip of the sword, and then threw the peachwood sword in his hand, the sword seemed to be fixed in mid-air, Li Shu'er stretched out his toe a little sword body, and his body quickly flipped to the ground, avoiding the attack of the rest of the hands, and then grabbed the void in his right hand, and the peachwood sword was sucked back into his right palm.

Uncle Li stood there in eight steps, standing in front of his chest with the sword in his left hand, carrying the sword behind his back with his right hand, and looking at the coachman who was still spinning like a spinning top with cold eyes: "What's the matter with your fucking spinning shuttle, it's been a long time, stop and vomit for a while, ah." ”