Gu Changan and Chen Xuanzong walked onto the street of Ghost Lane.

Within ten steps, there was a place where three or five spectators gathered.

The entertainer is a grotesquely deformed dwarf, with two faces sharing the same head, one in front of the other, and four arms playing two lutes in front of the other.

The two lutes have different tones, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes light, sometimes unrestrained.

Many spectators applauded and threw the copper coins in their hands into the broken bowl placed on the ground by the double-sided four-handed dwarf.

Gu Changan took a cursory glance and found that the two faces of this dwarf looked extremely similar, like a pair of twin brothers, could it be that the two brothers were not separated when they were born?

After walking more than a dozen steps, in front of him was a Zhuluo man from the Western Regions who was performing the rope technique of Tongtian.

Under his guidance, the rope coiled on the ground seemed to have gained vitality, and the end of the rope automatically rose towards the sky, until it rose to a high place that no one could see when they looked up.

The Zhuluo then grabbed the hemp rope and climbed upward, his body as light as an ape, but in half a cup of tea, his figure disappeared into the upper end of the rope into the sky, causing the onlookers to scream.

Twenty or so steps ahead, on both sides were some brightly lit kilns, and bursts of exaggerated laughter floated into the street, men and women, playing very chic and happy.

"The boy in front of him is so handsome, why don't you come over and have a good time?"

Hearing this charming and silky whisper, Gu Changan didn't feel that he was following the prestige. Not far ahead, a woman was leaning against the door, staring intently at him.

This woman's posture is not excellent, but she is wearing a tight-fitting Luo skirt, and her posture is very exaggerated. The bandeau is also pressed very low, a pair of snow peaks are half-hidden and half-exposed, and a section of gutter in the middle is unfathomable.

At this time, he was facing him and twisted his waist slightly, slowly cocking his hips, a thousand kinds of enchantment, and ten thousand styles.

Seeing that Gu Changan didn't reply, the woman continued to twist her waist and hips, and her charming and bewitching smile seemed to be able to drown a person: "This pretty boy, don't you want to taste the rouge on the slave's mouth?" Slave ...... But it's very moist! ”

Gu Changan almost got goosebumps when he saw this woman scratching her head in front of her, and quickly took out the three pennies from her wallet and threw it to this woman far away.

The woman stretched out her hand and took the three copper coins, and her smile intensified: "This is too polite, isn't it?" In the face of a pretty boy like you, the slave family will never charge a penny. ”

Gu Changan shook his head, pointed behind him and said, "You misunderstood." I just saw a melon and fruit stall over there, and if you take these three cents, you can go over there and pick up a weapon that you can use. ”

As soon as the words fell, he and Chen Xuanzong walked away.

All that was left was the woman's expression of resentment and chagrin.

Ahead is the bustling intersection of Ghost Lane Street, and the six-storey Jiuyou Building with heavy eaves and flying corners is located on their left. There is an endless stream of people entering and exiting the gate, and the business is very good at first glance.

When Gu Changan and Chen Xuanzong stepped into the gate of the Nine Shadows Building, the sound of an exotic style of silk and bamboo orchestra came to their faces.

In the center of the lobby on the spacious first floor, sixteen women in exotic costumes are dancing seductively.

On the wine tables in all directions, all kinds of drinkers are concentrating on this glamorous dance event, and their eyes are eager and indescribable. Many people get carried away, and the corners of their mouths are broken.

Chen Xuanzong said: "This is the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance. ”

Gu Changan didn't reply, silently bypassed these dancing women, walked into the lobby, and sat down at an empty table.

Like other spectators, he poured himself a cup of tea from the table casually, tasted tea slowly, and watched the dance quietly.

These dancers wear ivory Buddha crowns and pearls, jasper, and gold around their necks.

The upper body wears a short gold silk jacket, a cloud-shouldered heavenly robe, and a jagged red silk and gold long and short skirt on the lower body. Snow-white arms, navels on bee waists, and long round and crystal long legs were exposed.

He didn't wear shoes and socks, his feet were naked, and he had colorful ribbons tied around his ankles.

Holding all kinds of ritual utensils in his hands, some are sandalwood pipa, some are human skull bowls, and Buddhist ritual instruments such as vajra bells and vajra pestles.

The girls danced, swaying, charming, and full of style.

It has the charm of Buddhism and Tantra, but also is full of exotic barbaric debauchery.

Between a smile, a shake, a turn, a tilt and a close, all of them are filled with a breathtaking magic, enough to provoke the fiery desires of the most hard-hearted man in the world.

seemed to notice the existence of Gu Changan, a pretty boy, and the Tianyi slave who led the dance danced towards him.

led the remaining fifteen Heavenly Cloth Slaves, and the Heavenly Demons danced in front of Gu Changan's eyes.

The delicate and soft laughter echoed in the main hall, and they surrounded the wine table where Gu Changan was.

Surrounded by him, around him, swirling and flying in all directions, like the flying fairies on the Dunhuang murals.

The dress is soft, the ribbon is fluttering, soaring through the world, whatever you want.

Gu Chang'an didn't squint, sat upright, and silently started the practice of "borrowing heavenly gong from Mao instead of Yin". At the same time, visualize the world in your mind and make your mind as pure as a white snowfield.

The celestial slaves gradually narrowed the encirclement of the fluttering, sometimes brushing his cheeks with ribbons, sometimes shaking the vajra bell in his ears, and sometimes plucking the lute in front of him to stir the strings.

Seeing that Gu Changan was indifferent, their laughter became even more uninhibited.

Chen Xuanzong's brows tightened point by minute, and his right hand gradually turned into a sword trick......

Gu Changan reminded in a low voice: "Old Chen, don't act rashly. ”

These days the clothed slaves danced around him, and their every move at this time was naturally under everyone's attention.

And it is highly likely that someone has already noticed him in advance. Maybe it's the Tianyi slave who leads the dance, maybe it's the boss of the Nine Shadows Building, maybe it's someone else.

Although Chen Xuanzong's sacrificial sword can scare off these heavenly slaves and stop their disrespectful behavior, it is very likely to block his way to continue investigating the case.

Seeing that Gu Changan did not resist, the behavior of the Tianyi slaves became more and more presumptuous.

Some stepped forward to caress his cheeks, some blew their noses in his ears, and some even stretched out their long tongues to lick his neck......

Gu Changan tried his best to suppress the demons in his heart, and adhered to the somewhat restless Yuanyang Qi in his body, and a trace of undetectable sweat appeared on his forehead.

In this situation, the eyes of thousands of people all turned to this side, as long as he showed a little embarrassment, he was afraid that he would become a laughing stock in the Nine Shadows Building in an instant.

Gu Changan smiled and tasted tea shallowly in the enchanting dance of the sixteen-day cloth slave.

Although he is young, he can move lightly, seems to have no quarrel with the world, and seems to have a good understanding of the world, just like a young grandmaster who has collapsed in front of Mount Tai and has not changed.