Nightwatcher

Jiaofang Secretary, Yingmei Xiaoge.

Xu Qi'an sat lazily leaning against Jinta, and the guard's uniform was hung on the back of the chair.

In the spacious room, six maikos danced lightly, their slender waists swaying under the thin gauze skirts.

Behind Xu Qi'an, a servant girl was rubbing his shoulders, and his leg was placed in the arms of another servant girl, asking her to pinch her leg.

The oiran lady is wearing a gorgeous and complicated long dress, her head is slightly drooping, and she is playing the piano wholeheartedly.

Occasionally, she raised her head and glanced at Xu Qi'an, who was reluctant to leave.

After a stick of incense, the sound of the zither dissipated, and the maikos left the room, filled with fragrance, stood up, cleaned their hands in the copper basin, and complained quietly: "Young Master Yang is a beater."

"Did I disappoint you?" Xu Qi'an lowered his head and played with his fingers, and replied casually.

The oiran woman put her skirt on the couch, sat on him, pressed her firm chest muscles with both hands, and smiled charmingly: "I like it."

The reason why Xu Qi'an turned around and came to the Jiaofang Division was mainly because of the short distance, definitely not because Goulan cost a lot of money to eat and listen to music, but here, Fuxiang gave him free of charge.

"How does Number Six know the content of my chat with No. 9? Fragment No. 3 is banned, so it cannot receive messages from other fragment holders, but other holders can see it? This book is the ancient version of QQ group can't make up"

"I should have known, after I recognized the Lord with a drop of blood, I added friends one by one. I was a little scared at the time, and I just wanted to get rid of this hot potato."

"Tiandihui and Dizong seem to have a relationship with sect split?"

Xu Qi'an's train of thought was interrupted, he frowned and looked at the oiran who was teasing him implicitly.

She has a pair of lovely peach eyes.

"Don't move around." Xu Qi'an said displeased.

A few minutes later, the maids guarding the outer room heard the voice.

"Let's go first, it's probably going to be dusk."

Guiyue Tower, between Luanfeng and Mingya.

A man in a black suit sat straight at the round table with a knife in one hand.

The man in black had a two-finger-long scar on his cheek, triangular eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his light brown pupils from time to time.

It gives people the feeling of a rebellious maniac, as if he would draw a knife and cut people if he disagreed with him, with a deep sense of hostility.

He is a prisoner on death row in the yamen, whose name has been outlined by the current sage, and the execution date will be after next autumn.

Today, he was suddenly taken out of the death row by a Jin Luo. The Jin Luo told him that he only needs to complete one task satisfactorily, and then he can be released to the rivers and lakes and find someone to replace him as a death row prisoner.

This statement is highly credible. The list drawn by the Holy One usually means that there is no doubt about death and it is impossible to be pardoned. Finding a replacement is the right thing to do.

This kind of "redemption of merit" transactions is not uncommon in the policeman's yamen. Before he was caught, he had heard it from his seniors.

His task is very simple, just need to make a transaction.

But the man in black knows that there must be great danger hidden in it. Otherwise, with such a simple transaction, why bother to find a death row prisoner?

The man in black accepted this task for two reasons: First, it is better to die than to gain a chance. Second, this is the Guiyue Building in the inner city, one of the most prosperous areas.

Waiting for idlers to dare not make trouble in such a place.

At this time, he heard two "duk-duk" sounds from the door of the private room.

"The door is unlocked, come in!" The man in black responded with a low voice.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a man dressed as a quack walked in. He was wearing a gray robe, half of his face was hidden in the hood, and the lower half of his face was exposed. Green beard, freshly shaved.

The two sides looked at each other vigilantly.

Heh, with this attire, I’m sure I won’t be able to enter the inner city. Most likely, I changed into the robe secretly after entering the Guiyue Tower. There may be weapons hidden in the robe. The man in black thought with half disdain and half vigilance, and heard the cloaked quack asking in a hoarse voice. road:

"What about things?"

The man in black stared at him calmly, and said calmly, "I seem to have said that I spent five hundred taels of gold on this mirror."

What kind of mirror is so special that it costs five hundred taels of gold, he added in his heart.

The cloaked Jiang Hu said "Hmm", reached into his bosom with one hand, and took out a stack of bank notes, the face value of the first bank note was one hundred taels.

Although he knew that these banknotes would definitely have to be handed in eventually, the money touched people's hearts, and the uncontrollable eyes of the man in black gleamed, and his eyes were glued to the thick pile of banknotes and could not be moved away.

"Mirror!" The cloaked quack said in a hoarse voice as he put the bank notes on the table.

The man in black looked at it carefully, but he didn't see any magical mirror on the table.

The cloaked quack raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, staring at the mirror on the table for a moment:

"Very well, the deal is done, out of this door, we've never seen it before."

He picked up the mirror, and the death row prisoner in black stretched out his hand to the banknote with glowing eyes.

Suddenly, the prisoner in black saw that the cloak on the left side of the quack was slightly bulging! His pupils shrank violently as if he was being irradiated by a strong light. Without even thinking about it, he sat and rolled sideways, avoiding possible attacks.

The task is not that simple. Fortunately, I have always been wary of this master. I don't want to be tough, so I just broke the window and went out. I don't believe that he dares to kill black-clothed death row prisoners in the downtown area of ​​the inner city. A thought flashed in my mind.

At this time, he saw the place where he was sitting, a figure sitting upright, wearing a black strong suit, holding a knife in both hands, the neck was cut flat by the sharp blade, and the scar as big as the mouth of a bowl was spurting thin blood.

Um?

A series of question marks appeared in the mind of the death row prisoner in black, and then his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

The cloaked quack took the banknotes back into his arms, smiled, turned and walked out of the private room.

The cloaked man left Guiyue Tower, rode the fast horse he came up on, left the inner city and the outer city at a leisurely pace, and then galloped on the official road with his horse's hooves kicking up a cloud of dust.

He ran for more than an hour, and a tea shed appeared in front of him, with three old tables.

The tea seller was an old man with gray hair. There were no customers at the moment, and the old man was sitting at the table drinking tea by himself.

The cloaked man reined in the reins, and the steed neighed and raised its front hooves, stopping at a high speed.

The Cloaked Man tied the reins of his horse to a stake on the roadside, glanced left and right, and walked towards the tea shed.

He took out the small jade mirror, and offered it respectfully with both hands: "Master, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

The gray-haired old man took the small jade mirror and said in a low voice, "You brought back an enemy."

The cloaked man was taken aback for a moment, before he could react in the future, he saw the old man wave his hand and knock him away.

Boom!

The cloaked man who flew upside down happened to collide with a sharp jet of air, and was blown to pieces on the spot.

Blood splattered like splashes of ink.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked towards the end of the official road, when a tall and tall figure walked slowly.

When he appeared, he was still at the far end, and after a few breaths, he was less than a hundred meters away from the old man.

"Yang Yan, you are Wei Qingyi's dog." The old man snorted coldly, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Yang Yan, with a paralyzed face, was expressionless: "I have to take care of it."

The old man flew into a rage, lost control of his emotions as soon as he said he lost control, and said sharply: "Then don't blame the poor man for being rude."

Inspired by the simple robe, wisps of black smoke overflowed from his body, dancing in the air, and let out a mournful cry.

Yang Yan frowned: "Dizong is cultivating merit, when will he use these ghostly tricks?"

Cobweb-like black blood vessels protruded from the old man's face, his pupils were scarlet, and he was full of evil spirit: "Hey, Pindao sent you to ask Daode Tianzun."

There was a scream in his mouth, and the black smoke filled the sky screamed strangely, while rushing towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan was expressionless, fisting each other with his left and right hands.

boom!

The berserk air machine centered on him, turned into ripples and spread, rolled up grass clippings and dust along the way, and finally hit a layer of black film.

A black light flashed in the sky, presenting a moist and slippery formation like an upside-down glass bowl.

"My Hundred Ghost Formation, it's easy to get in, but hard to get out. Even if you are a fourth-rank martial artist, you'll have to spend your life here." The old man's voice was hoarse, like a devil from hell.

In mid-air, the black smoke dispersed by Yang Yan's qi machine reunited again.

Yang Yan frowned, this formation is completely different from Si Tianjian's formation.

Si Tianjian's formation is based on the power of heaven and earth, and can exist for a long time. The Taoist formation is arranged by manpower and cannot last long.

This Hundred Ghost Formation is very tricky.

Among the major practice systems, the Taoist sect is the leader in the realm of the primordial spirit. The sixth grade yin god of Taoism, also known as ghost messenger in ancient times, seduces people's souls at night, and controls the life and death of mortals.

This Hundred Ghost Formation is a similar method.

Although Wufu also sharpened the primordial spirit, he only superimposed defenses to make the primordial spirit tougher, lacking the means of attack in related fields.

"I heard that the eighth grade of Daomen is called food qi, which can drive magic weapons and summon heavenly thunder. Why don't you let me experience it?" Yang Yan was expressionless and contemptuous.

"Come here!" The old man was enraged again, and two streaks of blood spewed out from his sleeve, like bloody lightning.

Yang Yan didn't dodge, and let the two bloody lightning attack.

Ding Ding!

The two blood-colored lightning bolts only tore through his clothes, and then flew out.

Iron skin and iron bones!

"Why didn't you fight back." The old man said angrily, his face covered with black blood vessels like spider webs was extremely ferocious.

"I'm waiting for my gun." Yang Yan said lightly, "It's here."

As the voice fell, a bright silver shooting star pierced the sky.

The thin and slippery gas mask shattered with a sound, and the black smoke "chichi" evaporated where the meteor passed.

"If you can't break through the formation from inside, then break it from the outside." Yang Yan stretched out his hand to hold the spear, a silver spear.

After saying this, his figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had merged with the spear, stabbing at the old man with an unstoppable momentum.

In the old man's blood-colored pupils, there was a flash of silver light, irresistible, irresistible, it was the invincible spear intent.

The spear intent of a fourth-rank martial artist.

"No!" The old man opened his mouth and spat out a golden pill that shone with blood and black light, and slammed into the spear.

The golden core was turned into powder by the spear's intention, the old man's body was twisted into flesh by the spear's intention, and the silver light rushed out hundreds of feet, piercing a hill.

The figure of the old man condensed in mid-air, half illusory and half real, he stared at Yang Yan resentfully, turned into a green smoke shield and looked into the distance.

Yang Yan bent down to pick up the small jade mirror, shouldered the silver spear, turned around and headed back towards the capital.

The black smoke escaped for hundreds of miles and stopped after passing a village.

The old man's face was looming in the black smoke, staring at the village below.

The Yin God cannot be active in the daytime for a long time, without a physical body, his strength is greatly reduced. Unable to cope with possible subsequent crises.

The old man intends to take away a body, and at the same time devour the souls of villagers in the village to nourish himself.

After making a plan, the black smoke flew into the village gracefully.

The village, which was vivid and lifelike one moment, shattered like water waves the next moment, and a gas mask surrounded by five-color merit rose up, trapping the black smoke.

In the center of the formation, an old Taoist priest wearing tattered Taoist robes and profound facial features sat cross-legged.

In the early morning, Xu Qi'an arrived at Dangren's Yamen on time.

Waiting for the follow-up of the "Book from the Ground" incident.

If he doesn't know the result, he always feels uneasy.

Near noon, the officials in black found him in the side hall next to Chunfeng Hall, and respectfully said, "Master Xu, Duke Wei is calling."

Finally came Xu Qi'an nodded slightly: "Okay!"

PS: This chapter has a lot of words, so it will be updated later. It was supposed to be updated at seven o'clock.