The interior of the 12-story building could not be found, and Chen Yu was slightly disappointed.

At this time, the night was dark, he thought about it, and planned to go to Zhenwu Mountain the next day to see, the twenty-eight mountains have been inherited for a long time, and the worst is also the foundation of the heavy building city, although the concentration of human thoughts may not be enough, but the role of human thoughts in the creation of the interior scene is not much.

When I returned to my residence, the shopkeeper had not yet rested, and I heard that there was a group of murderers in the city recently, who were the Yin Jiuliu people he had just met, who did all kinds of evil, fought with the officials and various factions, and made the city not very peaceful.

"The shopkeeper spent a lot of money to go to the Bai Family Martial Arts Hall in Xiyuan to invite several martial artists, and he was very good."

As he spoke, the coarse gray-clothed little guy picked his chin and nodded to the door of the inn.

Chen Yu noticed it when he came, the four of them gathered around, their legs and feet were neat, their eyes were sharp, and their physique was strong and lean under their clothes.

"With these masters, even if you usually add a few more pairs of chopsticks and add some wine and food, you will feel a lot more at ease inside and out."

The little guy is still lamenting that several houses in the city have been targeted and ransacked, and the residents are scared away. The lord of his own inn is willing to spend money, otherwise he will not be able to settle down now.

Chen Yu went upstairs, and the four people turned their eyes when they heard the movement, glanced at them and then withdrew.

A Taoist priest and a small servant, the former has only come during the day, and his body is moderate in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of those who practice martial arts, he looks thin, and his steps are frivolous and powerless.

"Xu is from the surrounding Taoist temple."

They didn't think much about it when they were far away, the road was too far to go at all with the other party's small arms and legs, probably within a mansion, and they came here after hearing about the name of Zhenwu.

A few people turned their heads and continued to chat, this job is actually quite easy, in the eyes of ordinary people, the famous Yin Jiuliu in their eyes is just a group of newspaper groups to keep warm, the official office is quite noisy, it is actually aimed at the people behind it, where can anyone afford to look at a small dilapidated inn on the side of the road.

"Stay for another two or three days, according to what is written in the deed, it will be enough for us to keep it for five days."

"There is wine and meat, and you don't have to worry about practicing martial arts, and you still have money to get, this day is still good."

"That's right."

“……”

Upstairs, Chen Yu had already pushed open the door.

Step in, your eyes glancing.

Looking at the guards who were crooked outside the threshold downstairs, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"It's the same, a group of martial artists who are open and close, it is estimated that it is normal to look down on these lower ninth-rate."

However, it is this kind of contempt that really opens the door to the people of the Yin Nine Streams.

This group of people won't be one-on-one with you, and it's the best thing to pry the door and sneak away.

Obviously, he has been patronized here.

"I should be the only one who has been stolen, but it hasn't been revealed yet, and it is estimated that they will be troubled in a while."

Chen Yu walked into the room and closed the doors and windows.

Whew-

With a wave of his robe, Bai Shengsheng mist poked out of his palm.

Swirling around the house.

Gradually, a figure quietly gathered by the door, slowly rising.

He looked at it with interest, his eyes following the figure of the white mist as it moved around the room.

Walking in from outside the door, tiptoeing, a trace of mist gathered in the other party's hands, turning into a long stick like a thing, being held to knock on the east and touch the west.

Although it was a mist, when the stick fell, it made a dull and subtle sound.

[Seeking sound photos], Chen Yu will not arrange a large array of dozens or hundreds of Lingwen in a temporarily rented house, but some small means are still needed, such as now.

It is a new application born from the Xuanyang Void Senses, which is not considered a technique, and changes the effect of the original interference with the five senses and six senses of others, and turns it into a copy of all the behaviors of the person in the operation, and then acts on oneself, and reviews and reproduces it by modifying the five senses of one's own body.

Sounds, movements, and even breath are all within the perceptible range, so they are naturally reproduced.

This kind of operation requires stronger control of all aspects such as the five senses and six senses, as well as the spirit, so after the spiritual transformation and the recasting of the primordial spirit, he was created when he stayed in Jingpo Lake.

In fact, as long as he wants, he can even reproduce it completely one by one, hair, leather, clothes, expression...... I won't let go of any small details, but in this way the consumption will be very large, and there is no need for that.

An ordinary, unlucky thief who doesn't enter the stream.

Only he can detect the sound search photo, and the eyes of others are still as empty as before, and he closed the doors and windows, naturally not for this.

In front of him, in the field of vision, the white mist figure still kept moving, rummaging for a long time, and seemed to find nothing, and finally stomped his feet as if he was angry, and the blurred face opened and closed, and let out a vivid low scolding:

"Poor sour! Not a single copper! ”

"Phew! Waste of uncle's time! ”

With that, the figure returned to the door, pushed the door, and the next moment the figure flickered and turned into nothingness.

Chen Yu looked at it, the thief who entered the house had been marked by his spiritual aura, and he was like a bright torch in Chonglou City, he was not in a hurry to make a move, and he would naturally have time to concoct the other party when he met him in the future.

The messy bed was tidied up, the fingertips flashed, and the dust removal technique hung in the house, sweeping back and forth.

The air is much fresher.

"I'll go to Zhenwu Mountain tomorrow to have a look, and I hope to harvest more secret treasures."

The next day, early in the morning.

Some of the residents in the inn have not yet gotten up early, and some have already found that their homes have been patronized by thieves overnight, so they have found the shop to make noise.

Chen Yu woke up, not disturbed by the chaos of the outside world, pushed open the wooden window and looked at the sky a few times, gray, the sky was still clear.

Let's go!

The smoke and clouds rose and fell, and in an instant, his body turned into blue light and flew out of the inn, and after a slight pause in the sky, he recognized the direction and went towards the location of Zhenwu Mountain.

……

Mao Yuanye carried his bag and ran down from the cemetery group on the mountain, covered in ashes and covered with mud and grass.

A few days ago, under the guidance of his peers, he joined a group of forces that claimed to be Yin Jiuliu.

There are mostly prostitutes like him, hooking female prostitutes, sneaking pickpockets, beggars and forbidden wives, etc., and they do things that do not see the light and are not treated by others.

I even heard that there are a few guys who damage yin virtue are also involved, such as the earth-digger who digs the grave and turns the bucket, and the human tooth who picks and cuts the teeth.

Mao Yuanye is not very interested in what these people do on weekdays, and only knows that the one who introduced himself to join has a word first, saying that everyone is warm and makes a living together.

To put it bluntly, there are many doorways that can be made into business, which can be called a lot of money.

Not long after he joined, he had already thrown out more than a dozen messages according to his own work. Door Ling, Yuezhou dialect, there is a custom here, throughout the dead after the burial of the living people to guard for 100 days, only at midnight, as the saying goes, they are the last person to send each other away.

Because of this, he has been in contact with many funeral matters all year round, including the location of some large tombs, the intricacies of the organs, etc., and sold them to many Tufuzi in the gang.

Some can still say goodbye, there are more ways and money, and some are gone, I don't know if they ran away or broke in the tomb.

As for yin virtue and retribution...... He doesn't believe in Buddhism, and he sneers at the induction of heaven and man, and he has lived so long that he doesn't see any gods and ghosts. Once this person has no fear, there is no bottom line at all.

Mao Yuanye originally didn't make money from the dead, he relied on the living to gather wool, mainly to fix the wind and water, nonsense, and bluff people.

Now that I've seen this group of Yin Jiuliu, a lot of news that was useless in the past has been rushed to buy.

"Hehe, there are good goods this time, and you can be happy for a few days."

Recently, the epidemic has been up and down, everyone should do a good job of self-protection. Don't talk about it, send supplies.

(End of chapter)