I can't be a demon

"Qinglin Academy?"

Ye Lan murmured, "I've only heard of Qinglin Mansion, which is one of the four strongholds of the Jinwu Guard in the capital. However, the Jinwu Guards inside belong to the various caves, not the court."

"Will the caves recruit Jinwu Guards?"

"It's a miscellaneous disciple. They have to compromise in exchange for a chance to join the caves. However, Qinglin Mansion will probably not accept people for another three days."

The Jinwu Guards noticed the letter in Shen Lian's hand. It looked like a letter of recommendation. Isn't that something that only the Tang Emperor can issue?

"Sir Qianhu, what's your name?"

"Ye...Lan."

"Qianhu Ye, I'll contact you later."

Shen Lian motioned the warrior to follow him and turned to disappear into the busy streets.

"You're so startled that you almost broke your bottleneck."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes.

"In the present world, Qinglin Mansion is the dojo of the Jinwu Guard."

"In the dream, haha, it's probably the dojo of demons, interesting."

Shen Lian sent a message to Ma Wanhu, and asked him to find a place to stay first.

Chapter 224 When Tang Monk was in Lion Camel Ridge

At dusk, lanterns illuminated the capital.

However, not all places in the capital were lively. Two streets might be only a few steps apart, but there was a world of difference between them.

There were more than a dozen scholars boating on [Jinghe Street], which attracted the whispers of women along the shore.

At night, there were more and more vendors along the river, and the hawking was endless.

In the southwest corner of Jinghe Street was the deserted [Fuhou Street].

At night, the doors and windows of Fuhou Street were closed, and the candles were extinguished early. Only a few faint rat calls could be heard.

Occasionally, drunkards approached Fuhou Street, but they were blown by the cold wind at the entrance of the street.

The drunkenness dissipated most of the time, and they left in a hurry.

"Xuan'er, Xuan'er..."

The lady had delicate makeup and her hair was tied up. She anxiously looked into Fuhou Street, calling her child.

She and her servants took the child to Jinghe Street to enjoy the lanterns.

As a result, when she turned around, the child suddenly disappeared, and the two servants disappeared inexplicably. She found the entrance of Fuhou Street along the way.

The lady was not born and raised in the capital, and she had only moved here for half a year.

She knew that Fuhou Street seemed to have some strange rules, such as not staying at night and hanging raw meat in front of the door on the 23rd of each month.

The specific reason was unknown. Could it be that the child accidentally entered Fuhou Street?

"Xuan'er!"

The lady noticed that there were indeed scattered footprints of children on the ground, as well as wheel marks of a carriage passing by.

Just when she was about to ask for help from the government, a familiar voice came from Fuhou Street.

"Mother, save me!"

The lady stopped and trembled all over.

She could hear the weakness in the voice, and rushed into Fuhou Street with gritted teeth, as if she had come to the netherworld, and the temperature around her dropped sharply.

"Mother! Mother!!"

It was obvious that most of Fuhou Street could be walked in a quarter of an hour, but the lady felt deeply trapped in it.

After a moment, the child's call stopped abruptly.

The lady looked around.

She couldn't find Jinghe Street. The darkness had submerged the street, and the light of the lantern in her hand became dim.

The lady was terrified, as if she had encountered a ghost wall.

She was trapped in Fuhou Street.

She couldn't care about so much, just wanted to find the child as soon as possible, and kept repeating the child's name in her mouth, and sweat stained the rouge on her face.

Suddenly, the lady noticed a figure flashing by in her peripheral vision.

"Xuan'er, go home with mother..."

She was overjoyed and chased the figure to the corner of the wall, but when she got close, she found that the outline of the figure was like a twisted skeleton.

The lady trembled and took out the sachet from her arms.

There was an old talisman inside.

The noblewoman remembered what her official who worked in the Jinwu Guard said.

If you encounter something strange that is difficult to explain, stick the clear-eyed talisman on your forehead. It can not only isolate the breath of demons, but also allow you to look directly at demons.

The noblewoman stuck the talisman on her forehead.

She saw it clearly.

The figure was crawling, and it was actually a big rat with its back bent.

The woman was startled and inadvertently made a loud noise. The figure made a sharp rat cry and turned into the alley.

"Rat demon!"

The woman's face turned pale, thinking of the rumors that were prevalent in the local area.

According to rumors, there was an old woman who liked to feed leftovers to rats when she was alive. Over time, hundreds of rats gathered.

The rats shared the mundane grains from generation to generation, and their intelligence became smarter and smarter.

Later, when the old woman died, her body disappeared during the funeral.

In the middle of the night, rats were whispering in the wall, talking about the delicious flesh and blood of the old woman. Since then, strange things have happened in Fuhou Street.

"Didn't they say there are no demons in the capital? Why..."

The lady staggered and ran, ignoring the lantern that fell to the ground.

The whole Fuhou Street was boiling, and figures were scurrying around the lady, forcing her to go to the depths of darkness.

The talisman was burning, but the demonic energy had inevitably penetrated into her body.

The lady came to an almost deserted alley.

The wall was covered with moss, and countless blood-red pupils lit up between the cracks of the bricks, and countless rats rushed out of them.

The lady began to tremble all over.

She noticed that there were three or four half-human, half-rat demons whispering, as if they were ready to divide her up, and their eyes looked extremely greedy.

"I know the internal organs are the tenderest."

"Yes, yes, the internal organs are the tenderest, leave them for the queen to eat."

"Your Highness works at Qinglin Academy. She must be very hard-working on weekdays. I'll leave the internal organs for you to eat. Hehe, you will be happy."

Because of fear, the noble lady was completely speechless.

She couldn't help but retching, as if a rat had already entered her internal organs. Who could have thought that there were so many demons in the capital.

"What is the prosperous Tang Chang'an? A demon cave, a demon cave!"

The noble lady covered her face and cried.

At this moment, the sound of wheels rolling came from far away.

The noble lady looked back and saw the carriage driving into the alley without stopping, and the wheels crushed the slick fat rats along the way.

A man in the carriage said, "Xinshan, come in first."

"Okay, young master."

Xinshan is the oldest among the warriors. His cultivation has reached the perfection of the innate fifth realm and he may be promoted to the Yuandan sixth realm at any time.

Clang

Five people drew their sabers, protected the carriage and cleared the lowly rat demons around, while the remaining one calmed the frightened horse and continued on his way.

The rats looked at the carriage in unison, all showing intoxicated expressions.

"What a nice smell! What a nice smell!"

"Hehe, I've never smelled such a nice smell!"

"I heard from the queen that there is a kind of blood-eating called warriors in the world that is rare in the world. Eating a bite can extend your life by ten years. What a nice smell!!!"

"Wait a minute, let the mother-in-law come and take a look first."

The rats stopped moving forward and just blocked all the entrances and exits of the alley.