I have an eternal eye

"Using children...to make elixirs?"

After Luan Moyan listened, his eyes were filled with uncertainty.

Bai Yan nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "This matter is really against the harmony of heaven. Just pretend that I have never said it. Eunuch Luan must never mention it to the emperor."

"Uh-huh…"

Luan Moyan was absent-minded and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Behind him, Bai Yan covered his mouth and showed that fox smile. There was a green light flashing in his eyes...

…

"Your Majesty, this is what happened."

In the Qionghua Palace, Luan Moyan lowered his head and spoke.

Of course, he didn't have the guts to make the decision on this kind of thing, let alone conceal it, so he had to report it truthfully.

Emperor Zhao Mian stood in front of the tower, looking at the hustle and bustle of the city below, and said in a deep voice: "Using people to make elixirs... This Bai Yan is a bit suspicious. How is the investigation?"

Luan Moyan lowered his head and said, "We have found out. This person was originally a magician from Jiangzuo. He was good at treating diseases. Later, he offended a wealthy gentry and committed murder. He then kept his name incognito. Now he has opened a medical clinic in the capital."

Zhao Mian was silent for a while and sighed: "This matter is inappropriate. If anyone knows about it, how can I see my ancestors and how can I face the people of the world..."

Luan Moyan is with you all the year round, so how can you not hear the hidden meaning behind his words? He gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone in the world is not the king, they are all the emperor's subjects. It is also right for the people to show their filial piety for the sake of Daliang Sheji."

"This matter is all decided privately by slaves!"

After hearing this, Zhao Mian neither scolded nor praised him. He just sighed slightly, turned around and walked to the back hall.

"Come here, please invite Mr. Li. I will go to the Wanxiang Palace to have fun with the people for the big ceremony today!"

In the Qionghua Palace, Luan Moyan turned around and left, with a hint of sinisterness on his face...

…………

"Don't worry, Eunuch Luan."

In the small courtyard, Bai Yan reluctantly handed over his hand, "The refining of the Heaven-Second Pill is complicated. I will try my best, but I am not good at using force..."

"You don't have to worry about the rest!"

Luan Moyan said in a deep voice: "I will take care of these things. Remember, our glory and wealth all come from the Emperor. The Emperor's health is more important than anything else."

"From now on, you should concentrate on refining elixirs in this courtyard, and don't leave easily!"

Bai Yan looked at the soldiers with murderous looks around him, respectfully held his hands in his hands and said, "I understand, little one."

On the street opposite the small courtyard, a fortune teller walked slowly past.

He was dressed in a plain robe, with narrow eyes and three long beards hanging down his chest. The long banner in his hand read: He can calculate the number of the emperor before him and know the difference between life and death.

"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven!"

He shook his head and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

After a while, he arrived at a restaurant in the West Market and was led to a private room by the waiter.

In the room, it was Li Jia, the second son of the Li family.

After closing the door, Li Jia quickly lowered his head and handed over his hands: "I've seen Guardian Zuo."

The fortune teller put down the long banner, then smiled and said: "Tell me, how did Qu Sanlang die?"

"Being sneak attacked with hellfire..."

Li Jia recounted what happened last night, lowered his head and said, "It's all because of my incompetence that I didn't see that person clearly."

"It doesn't matter, you've done a good job."

The fortune teller smiled and said: "The leader has praised you very much. You will be the host of this capital killing ceremony. Maybe you can directly activate your magical power."

"Thank you, Protector Zuo!"

Li Jia's eyes lit up, and he quickly thanked him, and then asked: "Bai Yan has entered the palace, and the secret passage in the capital has been revealed. Is there really that thing down there? When will the leader come to the capital?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

The fortune teller's eyes turned cold for a moment, "The request you made was not fulfilled that time in teaching. Do you have other ideas?"

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Li Jia's forehead, "I don't dare, I'm just afraid of not knowing the situation and doing the wrong thing."

Seeing this, the fortune teller's face softened slightly and he said softly: "Remember, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. All you need to know is that we are all just pieces on the chessboard. Once things are done, you can get whatever you want!"

"I know my mistake."

Li Jia breathed a sigh of relief, quickly changed the topic and pointed out the window, "I asked Protector Zuo to show up this time because I need help with something."

Outside the window, the West Market is crowded with people.

Along both sides of the Qinglong Canal, there are large open spaces where many people with facial makeup, costumes, and stilts perform fire-breathing and knife-wielding performances.

This is a social fire, which happens every year at temple fairs.

The crowd burst into cheers from time to time.

In the distance, near Guitouliu, Jinwu Guards had set up a shed and sent people to patrol everywhere. There was also a square-faced general sitting on the stage, drinking tea and occasionally giving orders.

Li Jia said: "That is Liang Dingshan, the deputy general of the Jinwu Guard's right camp, and Chu Shiyuan, the deputy general of the left camp, has been controlled by us."

"The Jinwu Guards are responsible for patrolling the capital day and night. If they are completely under control, the things assigned by the leader can be accomplished. They must be killed quietly so that no one can catch the clues."

"Originally, Bai Yan was asked to take action, but he had other important matters and couldn't escape. His subordinates are not very good at it, so we had to ask Protector Zuo to take action."

"What's so difficult about this..."

The fortune teller smiled, came to the window, and took out a small flag from his arms. The human bones were used as poles, and the blood-stained silk was painted with a strange circular mandala array.

As soon as I took out this flag, the room suddenly felt cold.

When Li Jia saw this, his eyes were full of envy and fear.

The fortune teller didn't care. He stared at Liang Dingshan on the stage in the distance, while shaking the Dharma flag and making strange murmuring sounds.

On the stage, Liang Dingshan suddenly felt dizzy, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"General! General!"

"Go get the doctor!"

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

In the private room of the restaurant, Protector Zuo suddenly trembled all over and backed away.

"Guardian Zuo's magic skills are indeed profound..."

Just as Li Jiajian praised it, he realized something was wrong.

I saw the Zuo Protector staring at Guitouliu with a shocked face, "Impossible, the world has just recovered, how could such a thing appear in the capital!"

Li Jia was stunned, "Bai Yan said that it has become the entrance to the spiritual world, but it has its own barrier, so there is no need to pay attention to it. Protector Zuo, what's in it?"

The fortune teller's eyes were filled with uncertainty, "I'm not sure either, but if my guess is correct, it should be a 'girlfriend'."

Li Jia frowned, "My subordinates are very talented and have little knowledge. I only know that evil ghosts in the spiritual world can be divided into souls, demons, charms, demons, demons, etc. What is a demon?"

"Yi, it's a ghost beast."

The fortune teller whispered: "Yi beasts are fierce and cruel, far better than ordinary ghosts. What's more important is that most of the yi beasts are guards."

"There must be something controlling behind the scenes..."

…

The day passed in the hustle and bustle.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. Jade City, which had been busy all day, also returned to tranquility. Only some places in the north city were still lit with flickering lights.

Phew~

Zhang Biao blew out the candle.

He had put on night clothes and a Tai Sui mask. After leaving the small courtyard, he jumped onto the wall of the square and headed towards the north city.

The hustle and bustle of the day has dispersed,

The night is equally restless.

Pat click…

The Jinwu guards rode their horses and set fire to patrol the streets.

The formation of these golden-armored guards was still neat, but they were obviously absent-minded, and some were still cursing and discussing.

"Why did General Liang pass away suddenly?"

"I heard that I had a rheumatic disease..."

"Hey, General Chu from Zuoying will probably take over. I'm afraid we won't have a good life in the future."

"Shut up, everyone, and calm down!"

…

Click!

The locks of several grain stores were pried open.

The fierce-looking men in black filed in, and after a round of searches, they held the shivering man with a sharp knife.

"Tell me, where did the food go?"

"Hero, spare your life! I... I don't know, but it was the shopkeeper who sent them off in person. By the way... look at those people's clothes, they look like servants in a noble house in Beicheng."

"Mom, you're a little late..."

boom!

In the night, the waiter was knocked unconscious, and the people in black rushed to the next food store...

What Zhang Biao saw along the way was shocking.

He has been in Yujing City for many years and has often patrolled at night, but he has never seen such chaos.

Not long after, he came to Fenglefang in Beicheng.

As the name suggests, Fenglefang is full of wealthy and powerful families. The streets are wide and tree-lined, and the large houses are hidden among the trees. They are obviously very grand.

Wu Hou in the square is obviously much more capable, patrolling around with a lantern, very cautious.

Outside a large house on Fang Nei East Street, Cui Laodao was waiting outside. Next to him was a gorgeously dressed old woman with a housekeeper and servants, her face full of anxiety.

"Taoist Cui, why hasn't the Immortal Master come yet?"

"Old lady, don't worry, isn't it coming..."

Seeing Zhang Biao walking out slowly in the dark night, Cui Laodao quickly stepped forward to say hello and introduced: "Master Immortal, this is Mrs. Chen."

Zhang Biao nodded, "Lead the way."

Cui Laodao has already told the details of this family.

Speaking of which, it was once a wealthy family in the capital. Even though it is now in decline, the head of the family still serves as a chariot in Huazhou, responsible for assisting the governor.

When I came to the back garden, I saw that the wooden door was tied up with iron chains, and several servants were waiting cautiously.

"Master Immortal, my son Xianer..."

Halfway through her words, the old woman began to wipe her tears, "He is like crazy now. He often talks about marrying a woman. The maid also heard a woman's voice in the room, but when she broke in, there was no one there. It was obvious that there was no one there. My temper is getting weirder and weirder..."

Zhang Biao nodded slightly and looked forward.

I saw icy dew condensing on the courtyard wall, and large black mold spots appeared.

He pondered for a moment, turned around and asked, "Before the accident, had anyone died in the courtyard?"

Mrs. Chen looked at the terrifying ghost face, fearful in her heart, but said firmly: "My family has a great reputation. Xian'er has also studied the books of saints and sages, and he has never treated his servants badly..."

"Not always."

Zhang Biao glanced coldly and said, "Open it."

Wow…

The chain was untied by the servant, Zhang Biao pushed open the door and strode in, raising his eyes to look at it carefully.

The back garden of the Chen Mansion is an elegant and quiet garden, with a small attic standing in it. There are no lights and it is pitch dark.

Zhang Biao lifted the lantern and looked around.

In the garden, all the vegetation was withered.

"It seems to have become a climate..."

He murmured and walked towards the small building.

Before I even got close, I heard a woman's laughter coming from inside, ghostly and ethereal, as if there was nothing there.

"snort!"

Zhang Biao snorted coldly, drew out his horizontal sword, took three steps in a row, rushed forward, and kicked open the door.

In the main hall, a man with disheveled hair and half-unbuttoned clothes was seen. He was skinny and skinny, his eyes were closed, and he was strangely suspended in the air...