"Preserved meat, bacon!"

"Sucrose mung bean cake!"

"Stewed rabbit head, stewed rabbit head!"

In the West Market, the flow of people is surging, and both dishes are all kinds of dim sum snacks, and the cries of selling come and go.

Although the city is prosperous, except for the first day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, it is basically very lively, but these days are extremely crowded.

There is no other reason, the autumn stove festival is coming.

Farming and ploughing, watching the sky and eating, pay attention to the wind and rain, so the two major festivals of spring ploughing and autumn stove every year are as lively as the Shangyuan Festival.

At that time, the emperor will feast on the ministers, the rich Fang Market will hold a temple fair, and the people's homes will also be tossed.

When there are more people, there will be more trouble.

There are thieves who steal money and are found to be chasing them on the street, jumping all the way...

There are pedestrians arguing and scolding...

There are swingers drilling around, taking advantage of big girls and little daughters-in-law...

"Auntie, take care of the child, don't run around!"

At the stall selling pear water, the vendor kindly reminded customers, "There have been a lot of traffickers recently, and more than a dozen children have been lost." ”

"What?"

The old woman was startled, and hurriedly grabbed her grandson who was running around, "Little rabbit cub live in peace!" ”

The peddler smiled, then filled another bowl and handed it to the side, "Guest officer, this is yours." ”

After Zhang Biao took it, he poured it down a few times, wiped his mouth, and asked casually: "What strange things have happened in the West Market recently?" ”

He spoke to the vendor, but his head looked at the ghostly willow in the distance, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, he has entered the Qi refining period, and he is also a monk, and his spiritual sense is stronger, but he can't feel the Yin Qi of the ghost head willow.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Could it be that the ghost head willow has changed again?

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and without hesitation, he ran his spiritual eye.

Now that he has succeeded in gaining qi, even if he consumes his essence and energy, he can recover as soon as possible through meditation and luck, without affecting the battle.

With a slight delay, information poured in:

Yujing City Ghost Head Willow (Yellow Level Second Grade)

1. The place of execution in Yujing City, three hundred years of blood and gas deposition, resentment condensation, lightning strikes nine times without extinguishing, has been intertwined with the spiritual world, turned into an entrance, and self-generated enchantment.

2. In the spiritual realm where darkness and reality are mixed, the remnants of the soul are trapped in the gloom of misery, and they are bound to the past, unable to let go or leave.

3. Beware of the shadows in the dark...

4. Don't step in...

Sure enough, there was a change!

In the past, it was only intertwined with the spirit world, but now it has become an entrance, a self-generated enchantment.

No wonder you can't feel the yin energy.

At the same time, Zhang Biao was a little lucky, but fortunately he was cautious at the time and did not make a rash move.

But there must be a mechanism for this thing.

In the Snake Mountain Cave, the Witch Temple collapsed, and everyone was easily introduced into the spirit world, which must have been destroyed by this mechanism and the enchantment failed.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly.

Although he has stepped into the Qi refining period, he still knows too little about these things, and after Xiao San's matter is understood, he must open the Rim Beam as soon as possible...

Putting down the pear water bowl, Zhang Biao lifted the hood on his civilian clothes upward, his face hidden in the shadows, and merged into the crowd...

…………

The merchants of the West Market gathered, but there was no chaos.

For example, the pig iron shop, the cloaking shop, and the same shops all converge on the same street, forming a tacit understanding with each other, and there is the management of the West Market Bureau, which is not vicious competition, and the price is relatively reasonable.

The dyeing and cloth shops, because of the big smell, and the leather shops are far from the main street, located in the deepest part of the West Market.

Zhang Biao traveled all the way, and the number of pedestrians gradually decreased.

Along the way, on the high walls behind the shops, you can see a large number of bamboo poles, drying and dyed cloth, and even on the streets.

Colorful, like a curtain hanging high.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Zhang Biao immediately turned into the alley, stepped on the huge clay jar, borrowed left and right, and jumped onto the beam.

On the rooftops, he ran fast, jumped vertically and horizontally, and soon found his destination.

Under the cover of drying the cloth, he crouched down, his eyes sharp, and looked down.

According to Cui Laodao's news, Xiao San hid in this Wang's dyeing workshop.

There are shops in the front and a small courtyard in the back.

Two sturdy women were rolling up their sleeves and lifting the cloth up and down in the dye vat, and the bamboo poles in the courtyard were already covered with red cloth.

Everything looks normal.

Could it be that the information is wrong?

Zhang Biao was puzzled in his heart, and his spiritual eye moved, looking at one of the strong women.

Ma Chunhua (Fan)

1. A woman living in Yujing City, working as a female worker in the Wangjia dyeing workshop.

2. After experiencing many hardships in his life, his husband died in hard labor, and his second son died of illness, taciturn, and cold personality.

3. To be alive is to be alive...

4. They are abducting children, should I report to the authorities, forget it, other places can't pay wages here......

Child trafficking?

Zhang Biao frowned slightly.

This is the characteristic of the Spiritual Eye, as his cultivation improves, he can see more information about low-level things.

The greater the difference in grades, the more information there is.

Xiao San was rescued by the Li Mansion and hid in this lively West Market, is it just for kidnapping and selling children?

Zhang Biao was a little unsure.

At this moment, the back door creaked open, and two men came in front and back.

Both wore felt hats and bearded faces.

One person pushes a wheelbarrow, while the other watches left and right from behind, and then closes the courtyard door.

These two guys have ghosts!

Zhang Biao hurriedly used the Spiritual Eye.

Zhou Qing (Fan)

1. A bully living in Yujing City was hired to abduct young children in the West Market.

2. Young and poor, oppressed, easy and tired, wandering in the streets, dreaming of becoming a big man once in power.

3. If you don't have money, you can't even be a good person...

4. Things are getting weirder and weirder, just give money, I dare to do anything......

Sure enough, it's here!

Zhang Biao suddenly came to his senses.

I saw that Zhou Qing stopped the wheelbarrow, picked up the messy grass, picked up a sleeping child from inside, and walked towards the backyard warehouse, followed by another person.

The two women in the courtyard continued to work with their heads bowed, as if they had not seen them at all.

Zhang Biao looked at it and immediately understood.

This is a common tactic used by abductors.

One person pushes a wheelbarrow to cover it, and the other person is responsible for photographing the charming flowers, which are conveniently hidden in the haystack.

When the sufferer found out that the child was missing, he searched the streets for the child, but the other party had fled from the dark alley.

Zhang Biao looked around.

Although it is a bit remote here, it is not sure whether Xiao San is hiding inside, in case the grass startles the snake, it will be difficult to find it again.

Thinking of this, he continued to wait patiently.

Not long after, there was a noise in the warehouse, and Zhou Qing and the others walked out again, pushed the wheelbarrow and left the small courtyard.

Still going to kidnap people?

Zhang Biao frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

There have never been many cases of human trafficking in Yujing City, and he has also participated in a few cases, but no matter how murderous Hanako is, he only starts every few days, so as not to make things bigger.

These guys are crazy...

About half an hour, Zhou Qing and the others pushed the cart back and picked up an unconscious toddler and entered the warehouse.

There must be a secret passage inside!

Zhang Biao quickly made a judgment.

At this moment, the man from the front shop came into the courtyard and asked two women to help carry the dye that had just been delivered.

Seeing that the courtyard was empty, Zhang Biao no longer hesitated, and suddenly jumped forward, turning over and unloading in the air.

After landing on the ground, he rushed forward and entered the storehouse before the two women returned.

There was no candle flame in the storeroom, and it was a little dark, and the sunlight shone in through the doorway, and the dust was surging in the air.

The front was full of debris, leaving only one aisle, and Zhang Biao guessed in his heart that the secret door was mostly hidden in the back.

Sure enough, a squeak sounded.

Zhang Biao hurriedly stepped back, lowered his body, and hid in the shadows formed by the accumulation of debris.

"Mom, I took the wrong medicine today!"

I saw Zhou Qing touching his cheeks, walking out of the aisle indignantly, and muttering: "Two on weekdays, but five today, what should I do if I am found by the Wuhous, and I will slap Lao Tzu..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Another person scolded in a low voice: "As long as you give more money, what is it to be angry..."

The two muttered out of the storeroom, pushed the wheelbarrow and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Zhang Biao took advantage of the blind spot of the two's vision, immediately walked out of the shadows, and walked lightly through the sundries aisle.

There was a large open space in the rear, which was also darker, but Zhang Biao practiced night battles all year round, and his eyesight was extraordinary, and he immediately saw the wooden planks with iron rings on the ground.

Gently pull it up, and sure enough, it's an authentic one.

Zhang Biao jumped down suddenly, and at the same time raised the scabbard of the horizontal knife, so that the wooden board slowly closed without making a sound.

The tunnel is not small, more than two meters high, a bed wide, and the excavation marks around it are very ancient, and there are still mildew spots.

Zhang Biao is not surprised.

Below the Yujing City, there are not only tunnels left by Emperor Wu at the beginning, but countless unscrupulous merchants and gangs over the past three hundred years have also been dug in all directions, used for escape and gray transactions.

What made him frown was that as soon as he entered the tunnel, he smelled a strange smell.

Something like something moldy, and there is a faint smell of flowers...

The tunnel is deep, and there is a corner seven or eight meters ahead, and there is a faint firelight, and there are some sounds.

Zhang Biao's eyes flashed with murderous intrigue, and the horizontal knife slowly came out of its sheath, leaning against the wall, and walked forward with light steps.

Soon, around the corner.

He looked sideways, and saw that there was a lot of space inside, and there were cells all around, and through the wooden fence with the thickness of his arm, he could see that there were young children lying inside.

There is also a passage on the left, which is pitch black and leads nowhere.

In the center sat a fat man, with a full beard and deep facial features, naked and curly, drinking wine and eating meat.

The Hu people of the Western Regions?

Zhang Biao frowned, why wasn't it Xiao San.

At this moment, he squinted and saw the scene of the rightmost cell, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a large urn in the cell, and a child was placed in it, and it was all dirt from the neck down.

The child's eyes were glazed, and his face was covered with mold and bright mushrooms...