The scorching sun was in the sky, the streets were steaming, the afternoon sun was scorching, and the heat was so hot that few people were staring at the big sun and walking outside.

A gray-white flying slave swept across the clear sky and blue sun, like a light gray shadow, suddenly disappeared into the streets and alleys, silently rushed into Guangdefang, and landed on a plaque with gold characters on a black background, and shouted twice.

The flying slave jumped twice on the plaque, and suddenly flapped his wings and flew high above the plaque, and flew among the rows of houses, spun around, and finally landed in the empty courtyard.

The Flying Slave spun back and forth on the green brick floor, making a "coo-coo" sound.

When a servant heard the movement, he hurriedly walked out of the ear room, looked at the flying slave in the courtyard in surprise, his face changed, and he helped to hold down the flying slave, grabbed the flying slave's leg and looked at it.

"Lord Shaoyin, there is a flying slave biography in Yuhua Mountain." The official grabbed the flying slave tightly, walked into the signing room quickly, and said with a solemn face.

"The Flying Slave of Yuhua Mountain?" Leng Linjiang let out a low cry in surprise, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly took over the flying slave, took off the slender bamboo tube, removed the intact fire paint wax print, and took out the thin page of paper rolled inside.

He looked at it carefully, his face changed in shock, and he raised his head and said to the officer, "Go and call He Denglou over."

Not long after, He Denglou ran into the signing room sweating profusely, with a faint smell of food on his body.

When he was on the go, he took people to pretend to search in the east and west two cities for a long time, and he had just rushed back, and he was holding a bowl for lunch, and the official who heard the message said that Lord Shaoyin's face was wrong, and his face changed after reading the book of the flying slave who came back from Yuhua Mountain, and he immediately put down the bowl, and didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, so he ran over.

"Lord Shaoyin, what's the matter?" He Denglou stood with his hands tied, seeing that Leng Linjiang's face was really gloomy, and seeing the flying slave in Leng Linjiang's hand, he didn't dare to smile anymore, his face was tense.

Leng Linjiang looked at He Denglou fixedly.

In this Jingzhao Mansion Office, the people he trusts the most are Yao Qi and He Denglou.

But just after reading Han Changdu's message, he saw that no one felt credible.

Leng Linjiang's scrutinizing gaze was too serious and cold, and He Denglou was terrified, he looked up and down at his clothes, there was nothing wrong, and the corners of his lips twitched: "My lord, what's wrong?"

Leng Linjiang came back to his senses and asked in a deep voice, "In the past two days, have there been other flying slaves coming back?"

He Denglou frowned, stared for a moment, and shook his head: "Feinu, no. We have a total of four flying slaves in the government office, and all of them have been brought to Yuhua Mountain," he lowered his eyes and looked at the gray and white mass in Leng Linjiang's hand: "This is only the only one in your hand."

Leng Linjiang breathed a sigh of relief, in this Jingzhao Mansion Office, he could not trust anyone, but Yao Qi and He Denglou were people he believed in enough.

He handed the crumpled tissue paper to He Denglou and said lightly, "Look at it."

He Denglou took it suspiciously, only glanced at it, then his face changed, and muttered: "This, this, this is impossible, Feinu has never come back, Yao, Boss Yao, Boss Yao will not do such a thing!"

He pinched the page, and spun around in place in despair, becoming more and more incredulous: "Lord Shaoyin, others, others don't know what Boss Yao is, but Lord Shaoyin, adults are clear."

Leng Linjiang pondered: "I naturally believe in Ah Qi's personality, but the facts are all in front of me, if she can't get to do anything about this matter, whoever believes her is useless."

"That, that, how good is this, this, who can say this clearly!" After He Denglou was flustered for a while, he slowly calmed down, and his speech became much clearer: "Everything has a motive, Boss Yao doesn't need to do this kind of thing, my lord, Boss Yao won't be coerced," At this point, he shook his head: "No, with Boss Yao's kung fu, whoever can coerce her, it's good not to be killed by her."

"That's the case, but there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, so don't be careless, but there are really not many people who can coerce Ah Ji, unless," Leng Linjiang's voice gradually lowered, and suddenly thought of an impossible one

Yes, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes became cold.

"Lord Shaoyin, unless anything?" He Denglou stopped abruptly when he heard Leng Linjiang's words, and asked unexplained.

"It's nothing," Leng Linjiang shook his head for a moment, only to feel that his idea was too unbelievable, so he shook his head: "Go get pen and ink."

He Denglou understood that this was going to write a reply to Yuhuashan, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment to polish the ink.

Leng Linjiang wrote a reply very quickly, stuffed it into a bamboo tube and sealed it, tied it to the white Feinu's leg with his own hands and released it, looked at the direction where the Feinu went, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go to the ghost market tonight, you go to arrange it."

"Going tonight? Didn't you say tomorrow?" He Denglou was taken aback.

Leng Linjiang frowned and said, "The situation has changed, I will be asked to leave for Yuhua Mountain early tomorrow morning, you go and prepare, and enter the ghost market as soon as it gets dark."

He Denglou replied, full of bitterness, in a place like a ghost market, there is no body protection for the sun, and it is necessary to break in rashly!

Not only He Denglou was apprehensive, but when those catchers heard that they were going to the ghost market tonight, they also changed their faces and whispered in horror.

The sunlight sprinkled unhindered on the large open space in front of the house, illuminating the blue brick floor brightly.

All the catchers in Jingzhao Mansion stood under the bright and scorching sun, burning their hearts, sweating profusely, and whispering with dry lips.

"Go to the ghost market, do you have all your things?"

"No, I said I was going to buy it."

"Hey, isn't it just a thing of the sun, do you still need to buy it? You and I are both dignified seven-foot men, and yang energy is not more effective than anything that is most yang?"

"Hey, you're so light, you're a hairy boy who hasn't touched a woman, how can we compare."

"Alright, shut up!" He Denglou saw that these people were becoming more and more unspeakable, so he shouted loudly and glared at everyone fiercely.

"He Zhutou, why did Lord Shao Yin suddenly change his mind? Ghost markets aren't that easy to go to."

"That's it, if you're not prepared, how can you go to the ghost market?"

"He Zhutou, you have a good talk with Lord Shaoyin, or do you want to go back tomorrow?"

He Denglou glanced at the fast catchers expressionlessly, and laughed instead of anger: "What, scared?"

The catchers looked at each other and played in unison.

"How could it be, He Zhutou laughed."

"That is, how can our brothers be afraid!"

"The one who can make our brother afraid is still in his mother's belly!"

He Denglou pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Don't be afraid, then you guys are hiding a fart?"

"......" the crowd was dumbfounded, muttering indignantly.

He Denglou is actually very difficult, this errand is not easy to do, no one wants to pin his head to the waistband of his trousers, and lose his life if he doesn't do it.

His heart moved, and he thought of what Yao Qi had said.

As long as you are given enough overtime pay, it doesn't matter if you are a cow or a horse!

He smiled, anyway, it wasn't him who gave the money, and he didn't feel distressed about how much he gave!

"Okay, if you have anything to say, say it out loud, and be a thief like a thief, shame on you!" He Denglou roared impatiently.

The catchers immediately closed their mouths, and looked at He Denglou in unison, waiting for him to continue roaring.

He Denglou coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Don't let you do it in vain, Lord Shaoyin said, as long as you go to the ghost market, everyone will be rewarded, and you will be rewarded!"

"Heavy reward, rich."

"He Zhutou, you said you were rich."

"He Zhutou, don't say that you have money, but you don't have money, go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, our brothers have to do the orders of Lord Shaoyin, right?"

As soon as they heard that there was silver to take, the catchers excitedly rolled up their sleeves, and no matter whether it was dark or dawn, they couldn't wait to rush to the ghost market now.

He Denglou couldn't see the way these people saw the money, and waved his hand

"Okay, okay, go and get the guys ready, don't get the reward money and spend it when the time comes!"

As early as when Leng Linjiang ordered to go to the ghost market to run an errand, the catchers guessed that this errand was not easy to do, and when they heard He Denglou say this, they all looked serious, and secretly thought about bringing all the life-saving guys, and after entering the ghost market, regardless of whether he met an enemy or a friend, cut it first!

The twilight is four, like a bloody sun, wantonly splashing most of the sky.

In the warm evening breeze, the sound of twilight drums hovered over Chang'an City, the streets and alleys were dimly lit, and pedestrians hurried away.

After the sound of the dusk drums, the whole Chang'an City returned from the hustle and bustle to calm, and the abandoned Guangwen Hall at the west gate of Wubenfang became lively.

The houses in the museum collapsed, and the weeds that were more than one person tall could be seen everywhere.

As soon as Leng Linjiang and his party walked into the Guangwen Pavilion, they were so smoky that they breathed away from the yin qi that came to their faces.

"Oh, I'll go, what kind of place is this, how is it like the underworld." A young catcher scolded his mother and hugged his arm tightly.

The middle-aged catcher glanced at the young catcher, and said disdainfully: "Where is this and that, when you go to the ghost market, that is the underworld!"

The young man quickly shrunk his neck and said in fear, "Wang, second brother Wang, you, you just been?"

The middle-aged catcher nodded quickly, "I went there many years ago."

"So, scared, scary?"

The middle-aged catcher showed a trace of jealousy and horror on his face: "Ghost city, ghost market, how can there be no scary!"

"Then, at the foot of the Son of Heaven in Chang'an City, there has always been a strict curfew, how can there be such a ghost market outside the law?" The young catcher asked puzzledly.

"That's a long story." The middle-aged catcher squinted his eyes and looked at the backyard of the long-abandoned Guangwen Pavilion.

The young catcher looked curious, and was waiting for the middle-aged catcher to answer his questions, when a noisy voice suddenly sounded behind him, he turned his head to look, and was suddenly frightened.

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