Tu Zhengming and Tu Gong are obviously old acquaintances.

According to the land lord, he once instructed Tu Zhengming's art of escaping the land, and he was half a master, so Tu Zhengming has always been respectful to him.

This land temple was built by Tu Zhengming at the expense of Tu Zhengming, which is counted as a reward.

As the three of them chatted, the carriage rolled by.

Shi Bufan noticed the women in the car, and his eyes followed.

These women were too thin, unlike the short and fat of the land family, they were short and thin, with snow-white skin, and all with long black hair, exactly like eleven or twelve-year-old girls.

"Shenmu Clan!"

From these captives, Shi Bufan seemed to see the shadow of Xiangxin, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of anger.

"Brother Shi, are you interested in the Shenmu Clan?" Tu Zhengming asked when he saw that something was wrong.

Shi Bufan didn't answer, and the land lord said, "He wants to enter Shenmu City." ”

"What!" Masaki was taken aback.

Shi Bufan bowed, "Brother Tu, I want a captive of the Shenmu Clan, let her take me into Shenmu City, is it okay?"

Tu Zhengming didn't come back to his senses for a while, his face twitched slightly, "This ...... It's not difficult to get a captive, but it's wishful thinking to get a captive to take you to Shenmu City. ”

"How?"

"Brother Shi doesn't know, the Shenmu clan is very stubborn, and he would rather die than betray his clan!"

That's right, Bloody City has captured so many prisoners, if the coercion and temptation worked, these captives could have been used to capture Shenmu City.

Shi Bufan's temper has always been very strong, "Always try!"

Seeing that he was stubborn, Tu Zhengming smiled slightly and said no more.

After a while, Shi Bufan took the initiative to ask: "How to get a captive, does the local brother have a way?"

Tu Zhengming stood with his arms crossed, expecting this question earlier, "Tomorrow night, the Bloody Clothes Family will bring these captives to the 'Night Music Workshop' for auction, if Brother Shi is interested, you can go and take a look." ”

"Yele Fang, what kind of place is that?" Shi Bufan was not familiar with Bloody Clothes City at all.

Tu Zhengming and Tu Gong glanced at each other and smiled at the same time, but neither answered.

"Brother Shi will know when he goes!" Tu Zhengming said as he stepped on his war horse and waved his whip, "Grandpa Land, Brother Shi, Zhengming has something to do, so I will leave first." ”

When the words fell, Tu Zhengming rode away and followed his tribe.

As the carriage got farther and farther away, people came out of their homes and cheered.

The streets are lively again.

Some people discussed how powerful the beast cavalry was, some people argued about which captive was the most beautiful, and some people scolded Tu Zhengming for the protection of the captives just now.

"Land, you must know what kind of place is Night Music Fang?" Shi Bufan looked puzzled.

The land lord laughed twice, "I know, that's a place for men to have fun, hehe!"

Shi Bufan was still confused.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he wants to get a prisoner of the Shenmu Clan, and he will know as soon as he goes tomorrow night.

What a pleasure to have on!

Is there anything happier in the world than "eating"?

Shi Bufan didn't believe it.

He continued to live in the Land Temple for one day.

The next day, in the evening.

Shi Bufan, who couldn't wait, called out the land lord and asked him to lead the way.

The land lord didn't say a word, and took Shi Bufan to the northwest corner of Bloody Clothes City.

After nightfall, the Bloody City was lit up with thousands of lights.

Looking down from mid-air, the earth is like a firework exploding, bright and beautiful.

Especially in the northwest corner, it is the most dazzling.

The land lord said that the brightest one is the "Night Music Fang".

"Thank you, Land!"

Shi Bufan asked the land lord to go back first, and he looked for the light himself.

Sure enough, falling outside the bright light, Shi Bufan saw three huge red lanterns, one light and one word, connected to it: Night Music Fang.

Instead of a house or an attic, it is more like a bazaar.

The inside is brightly lit, the pavilions are towering, and it is as gorgeous as entering a hundred gardens.

As the Land Lord said, the Night Music Workshop is a place for men to have fun. Shi Bufan saw that all men came in and out of the door, some wearing brocade clothes and some in rags.

When they went in one by one, they hurried to be reincarnated, and when they came out, they were reluctant to give up, like wanderers leaving home.

Is this place really that good?

Shi Bufan was puzzled, and suddenly felt that his shoulder was knocked down, and a black shadow galloped past him at an extremely fast speed, startling him.

"Hey, how do you walk!" Shi Bufan asked.

The man was wearing a black robe, glanced back at Shi Bufan, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I didn't mean to!"

With that, move on.

After a few steps, the black-robed man suddenly stopped, and then turned back to look at Shi Bufan.

Shi Bufan was also looking at this person, and saw that he had beautiful eyebrows and a thin body, and he should be a teenager.

Shi Bufan is not judged by his appearance, but by his voice.

He discovered that there are still very few strange male and female voices like Yue Lao in the world.

At least, it's more reliable than discerning by chest.

"Have we ever met?" the boy asked, his eyes filled with doubt.

Shi Bufan was even more puzzled, "No!"

"Oh!" the boy replied, and when he did not linger, he turned and ran into the night music room, as fast as a cat.

Judging from his body, he is obviously a cultivator with mana.

And the cultivation is not low.

Shi Bufan didn't take it to heart, and strolled into the night music square.

The Night Music Workshop is indeed lively, with people coming and going everywhere, rubbing shoulders.

After entering, Shi Bufan found that it was divided into three streets.

The first street is the most lively, on both sides of the platform set up a platform, from the south to the north, the platform wearing colorful clothes of women are dancing, provoked a burst of applause from the audience.

Or a group of scantily clad women scratching their heads and posing, and they also got a lot of bounty thrown up.

The gongs and drums on the stage were noisy, and the audience applauded.

Shi Bufan also found that almost all the people who watched were men, and the performances were all women, and each wore less than the other.

He didn't understand, what was there to look at, it was better than a monkey on the street.

In a sullen mood, Shi Bufan went straight to Second Street.

It's much cleaner here, with half-open rooms lit up by candles and red lights, and the laughter of men and women comes from inside, which makes Shi Bufan's roots quite unclean.

"Uncle, come in and have fun!"

"Uncle, look at people drifting beautifully, giggle!"

Walking deeper, a woman with silky eyes appeared at the door, calling at Shi Bufan.

Shi Bufan glanced inside twice, but didn't find anything interesting.

Instead, I was annoyed by the quarrel of this group of women.

So, he walked to Third Street.

Strangely, the door to Third Street was locked, guarded by soldiers, and no one was allowed to enter.

This couldn't help Shi Bufan, he jumped up from Second Street and flew onto the roof of the attic next to him.

Looking ahead, Third Street was empty and not at all lively, with a circle of soldiers in blood-red armor outside, and eight cages in between.

"Shenmu people!"

Shi Bufan recognized it at a glance.

It was the slaves of the Shenmu Clan.

It seems that Tu Zhengming did not lie to him, and the slaves were all sent to the Night Music Workshop.