Dao Lin came to Jinding City, looking at him as a bit of a traveler, when he entered the city, he was interrogated by the guards Haosheng, from this point it can be seen that Zhang Jiaming still has prestige in this Jinding City.

As soon as he entered the city, Dowling noticed that something was wrong, because there were not many pedestrians on the street, and even there were not many stalls, and everyone's demeanor was a little panicked, but thinking about it, who could not be afraid of people who died every day.

Walking all the way to the center of the city, Dowling found a restaurant and walked in, without knowing the situation, the restaurant is the place where the news is most circulating.

Entering the restaurant, Dowling glanced around, then found a table in a crowded place and sat down, ordered a few dishes and a pot of wine casually and listened with relish.

The surrounding tables were really discussing the affairs of the Zhang family, and Daolin couldn't help but feel funny after listening to it for a while, because there was everything that these tables said, and there were all kinds of versions.

But no matter which version it is, the result is the same, that is, something happened to the Zhang family.

Dowling picked up the food and wine, found the table he sounded the most reliable, and walked over.

"Excuse me, can I come over and make a table, I don't mean anything else, I just like to hear you tell stories." Dowling asked with a smile on his face.

The people at this table saw that Daolin was holding meat and vegetables and good wine, so they naturally had no opinion, as the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, people are so good, there is no reason to refuse.

"Look at the little brother is also a fellow believer, sit down quickly," said one of the bearded middle-aged men who looked not to be quite old.

Dowling smiled and sat down.

"Little brother is not a local, where did he come from?" The bearded middle-aged man asked.

"I'm from Guangping County in the west, and now I'm studying art in Youfang, and I happen to come here to listen to a few casual conversations, and I'm curious, so I want to listen to it in detail." Dowling replied with a smile.

The bearded middle-aged man nodded, and after making sure that Dowling was not some kind of escort, he stopped questioning, but talked eloquently.

Dowling poured them wine incessantly.

"This Zhang family is really a wealthy family, the old man of the Zhang family was one of the most powerful ministers in the empire, and his son took over after he retired, and he would have gone down this path, and his Zhang family would definitely not decline..."

"It's a pity... This heaven is a good reincarnation, and in this generation, the Zhang family is considered to have run out of fate, and it is said that some things in the past made the uncle and the second master of the Zhang family fall apart, and the uncle was driven out of the Zhang family."

"And after the second master took over the Zhang family, the Zhang family did not have a tendency to revivenation, but was transferred to Weng City as the commander."

"Hey... This time, I guess it's because the uncle of the Zhang family came back to take revenge."

Dowling listened carefully, this was similar to what he knew before, and I was afraid that he really couldn't avoid Zhang Renjie's methods.

"You just listen to him blowing, it's obviously the third ghost of the Zhang family asking for his life, but I've heard that the old servants of the Zhang family are all dead before and after." A slightly younger middle-aged man at the other table leaned over and said.

"You're, my relatives told me on an errand day, so you can still have a fake." The bearded middle-aged man retorted.

"Your errand relative is just a pawn of the yamen, what kind of official is it, what is the credibility of a pawn!"

The bearded middle-aged man's face was obviously a little displeased, and he would definitely not be happy to dismantle his stage in front of so many people.

"What I'm saying is true, everyone loves to believe it or not, and if you don't believe it, it's like that anyway." The bearded middle-aged man sighed, stood up and said a word, and left after speaking.

For his departure, he didn't get up to stop him, anyway, everyone listens to the story, as for whose story is not listening, there are still several left.

Dowling smiled and got up, hugged his fists around and left, not forgetting to settle the bill for himself before leaving.

After leaving the restaurant, Dowling followed the bearded middle-aged man.

"Huh... What are you following?" The bearded middle-aged man was surprised that Dowling came to chase him.

"I think you're more truthful than the Shadow Soul Quest." Dowling said frankly.

"I'll just say, there must be someone who understands, it's too nonsense to ask for life in this world, everyone just thinks it's better for him to say that." The bearded middle-aged man was very pleased with the stories that Dowling liked to tell himself.

Dowling nodded in agreement, in fact, no matter which one it is, it is not nonsense, after all, there are still hundreds of thousands of revenant souls in his soul locking talisman array.

"Let's go, little brother, find a place to have tea with me, and we'll talk." I couldn't help but say, the bearded middle-aged man pulled Daolin and left.

At the corner of the street, the bearded middle-aged man directly pulled Dowlin into a Fulai teahouse.

As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper of the teahouse laughed.

"What, Brother Wang is here to pay off the tea money today?"

The bearded man scolded with a smile and said that he owed it first and then ended it at the end of the month.

"Oh, the same old way?" The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, he didn't really care about the tea money.

"We're going upstairs, hurry up." The bearded man nodded, and led Dowling directly to the second floor.

Walking into a private room by the window, the bearded man beckoned Dowling to sit down.

"Little brother, the two of us hit it off at first sight, there were a lot of noisy people just now, but now it's pure, I don't know your surname little brother?" The bearded man asked after motioning for Dowling to sit down.

"The younger brother is exempt from your surname Dao, the Dao of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth." Dowling replied with a smile.

"Dao? Imperial Daoist?" The bearded man asked suddenly.

When he asked like this, he asked Dao Lin to ask Meng, this Taoist may have some fame in the imperial capital, but it is definitely not very famous in this southern realm, why do the people in this market know Taoism.

"The same clan is not the same clan," Dowling said, waving his hand.

"Disrespectful—" The bearded man nodded.

"Uncle Wang, I don't know how much you know about this Zhang family?" Dowling asked.

"You say ...... this one," he said halfway through his words, when there was a knock on the door, and the bearded man interrupted his speech.

The shopkeeper of the tea house opened the door, and he walked in with a tea tray, which had some pastries in addition to tea.

"You talk next, I'll go down and greet the other guests first." Putting down the tea tray, the shopkeeper said a word and left.

"This shopkeeper is a good person, and I have all the money in my mother-in-law's hands, and I don't force myself to come here for a few meals of tea on credit." The bearded man said with a smile.

Dowling picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the bearded man.

The bearded man nodded on the table in thanks, and then chattered.

"This Zhang family is now in dire straits, and people are panicking up and down this Zhang family, to put it mildly, there is an invisible murder knife hanging on the head of this Zhang family, as long as one is not careful, the knife will fall on the neck." As he spoke, the bearded man raised his hand and compared it to a knife and slashed it at his neck.