It was only a little more than 200 meters from here to Xuanyu Tower, but along the way, Fu Shiyi was assassinated six times!

The killers were silent, and they didn't know from which direction they suddenly appeared.

If it weren't for the shadows, they would have to fold at least one!

Looking at the Xuanyu Tower that was close at hand, Gu Wuyan was so frightened that he hid behind Fu Shiyi and shrunk his neck: "Brother Yi, why do I feel so dangerous to walk with you now?" ”

Jiang He tugged at the corners of his mouth: "When is it not dangerous?" Now you're scared? ”

There are many people who want to kill Fu Shiyi, and there is no shortage of Duan Changhuai, but Duan Changhuai is the most powerful one!

While! Boom!

"Open the building!"

With the sound of gongs and drums and a shout resounding through half the street, the vermilion tile eaves in front of the door, the ancient building with the crowd in front of the door, and the mahogany vermilion door were slowly pulled open from the inside.

The shadow made a gesture of please: "Young master, the old sect leader is waiting for you inside." ”

——

Diagonally opposite the barbecue stand.

Song Li wore half a black mask, stepped on the stool with one foot, and held a skewer in the other, and the whole posture aura was that of a very big guy, and there was no image at all.

Wen Qingxuan handed her a cup of tea to relieve her greasy, and asked gently, "Doubaolou is also open, do you want to go and see it?" ”

Song Li took the tea and took a sip, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "The ghost market opened in advance, it's just a little bit of a bad thing, right?" ”

The ghost market is in awe for anyone who knows it.

Because of this, it sells everything.

It was also in Song Li's mouth, and it became a broken thing.

Wen Qingxuan chuckled, "The Lian family wants to gather a group of heroes to oppose the clan's death order." ”

Song Li bit the meat skewer and sneered: "It's quite bold to think." ”

Can the people who try to control the whole of Yongzhou not be bold?

"Eat less greasy and heavy food." Wen Qingxuan lifted his robe, signaled that the stall owner's remaining food did not need to be served, and took out a round hollow ancient jade from his arms, "This piece is added to the jade pendant left by your parents, and you can take out the state seal of Yongzhou, which is in Doubaolou, as for whether you want to take it or not, you decide for yourself." ”

Song Li stretched out his hand to take it, his eyes were gloomy, and after a while, he sneered: "Do you think that the state seal of the previous generation can suppress the people of this generation?" ”

Intelligent technology is rampant, who would want to be suppressed by ancient laws again?

——

"If you dare to make trouble in the ghost city, you won't die, right? When Lao Tzu catches you, you will die! ”

Fu Shiyi and the others were about to enter the Xuanyu Building, when there was a sudden burst of chickens and dogs jumping on the street behind them.

Four or five figures are staging a chase battle.

The one running at the front, the clothes were familiar, and Bai Ting asked uncertainly: "Miss, is that forgetting worries?" ”

Before the words fell, Song Li disappeared from his position and appeared in the middle of the street, just in the middle of the street, just blocking the way of those who chased and killed those who forgot their worries.

The person who was stopped was aggressive and scolded as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Know who we are? Shall we all rush to stop? ”

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Song Li's lips hooked the evil coldness, and without saying a word, his body disappeared from the spot in a flash, appearing in front of several men with the same masks.

Punches and kicks, the movement is so fast that people can't see clearly.

The next moment, several men were all kicked out, lying on the ground and screaming in pain.

A man got up from the ground with his chest covered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hatefully: "You dare to hit us, do you know who we are?" ”

Song clapped his hands casually and said lightly: "Does it matter who you are to me?" ”

"Boss, I love you to death!" Forget the worries when they ran back, they all wanted to hug Song Li's kiss.

After being dodged by Song Li, he kicked a few times at the person on the ground next to him, "Let you chase me!" ”

Bai Ting was curious: "What are you doing?" ”

Forget worry subconsciously glanced at Song Li, touched his nose weakly, and muttered: "I saw a gadget and thought it was interesting, but I didn't have their currency to buy it, so I entangled with them for a few words, and then they said that I was making trouble......"

Bai Ting was suddenly full of black lines: "Didn't I finish giving you science popularization before the rules of the ghost market came in?" ”

No matter what identity you are out there or how powerful you are, if you put on a mask and enter the ghost market, there is only one general name, "ghost", and nothing else.

Ordinary coins outside are useless here, and in this place, either bartering or using special "ghost coins", which are specially made into gold and copper.

After the transaction is successful, the coins in circulation are exchanged at the same price in the bank.

also said that he was in trouble, and now it seems that forgetting worries is almost the same!

——

The person who started on the street was wearing a black power suit, with a black mask covering half of his face, and several people next to him were also wearing different masks, so they couldn't see their true faces and couldn't identify them.

Fu Shiyi retracted his gaze and was about to enter the building, but he heard Chu Qi say in surprise: "Master, it seems to be Wen Qingxuan......"

Wearing an embroidered wide-sleeved black robe, his long hair was loosely tied behind him, he was wearing a silver-white mask on his face, and he was standing on the side of the road with his hands behind his back, quite chivalrous.

The dusty temperament stands out from the crowd, completely overlapping with Wen Qingxuan's figure.

And at this moment, Wen Qingxuan moved, raised his foot to meet the figure who was fighting just now, handed a handkerchief, the corners of his lips were gentle, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

It looks quite intimate.

The person who can make Wen Qingxuan treat him like this, I am afraid that there will be no second person in the world.

Fu Shiyi's eyes fell on the black shadow, looked carefully, the more he looked, the more familiar he became, and his pupils shrank, it was really Song Li, and the little girl was also here!

He raised his feet and was about to go over, but was grabbed by Gu Wuyan: "Brother Yi, where are you going?" ”

Fu Shiyi frowned coldly: "Something." ”

Just waited for a turn and then turned around, the figures just now were gone, only the men who were beaten stood on the street and cursed.

——

Every three years, there are all kinds of people who come, and most of them come to fight for treasures.

After all, the rule here is that if you win the fight, you can directly swallow the other party's treasure, and then sell it after you go out, and you will get rich overnight.

"What? Really? ”

"Didn't Song Qiong's really works all burn back then? How could anyone have? ”

"This is the last authentic handiwork that Song Qiongzhen left in the world, and it has no price!"

As soon as a few people walked into the Doubao Building, they heard such a conversation.

Song Li's expression paused slightly, and he looked up.

The courtyard of Doubaolou is in the shape of a gossip array, the surrounding is like an audience seat, it is a place where visitors sit, and a large round platform half a meter high sits in the middle, and the whole is as bright as day.

On the stage stood the host of this treasure fight, as well as another man wearing a bull's head mask.

He was holding an ancient painting in his hand, which was being spread out at this time, and the painting on it was the old man playing with the cow under the tree of the sub-ancient village, as well as the inscription and seal, which really wrote Song Qiongzhen.

But it's a little far away, and I can't tell if it's real or fake.

Listening to the introduction of the painter, Bai Tingdu was stunned for a moment, and muttered in a low voice: "This can't be true, right?" ”

Wen Ke frowned: "Song Zong's authentic handwritings were divided into two parts back then, one was burned by the young lady, and the other is now stored in the Chubao Pavilion, it is impossible to flow outside, how can this be true?" ”

Song Li stared at the painting on the stage with his eyes, the cold light under his eyes flickered, and he glanced sideways at Wen Qingxuan.

Wen Qingxuan nodded, took out another piece of ancient jade from his body, handed it to Wen Ke, and commanded in a low voice, "You go up and have a look." ”

Wen Ke understood, took the ancient jade and walked over, and said in a raised voice: "I have a piece of ancient jade from the Lang Kingdom here." ”