The Lord who use immortals as food

Shenjing is not her Shenjing. This is the feeling Xie Chuantang had when she first stepped onto Zhuque Street when she was half a head shorter than she is now. At that time, she wore torn straw sandals and loose cloth clothes, with a pair of alienated and vigilant eyes.

Now she has lived here for nine years, and this feeling still lingers. Sometimes she experiences its prosperity and decay, witnesses its grandeur and elegance, and is just like a bystander in her heart, and it is difficult to have any deep sympathy.

She was neither born here nor did she want to come here. She was sold here.

The goods were transported by horses covered with curtains for an unknown period of time, and entered the city from a hidden line late at night. But on the third day after entering the city, the noise, knife lights and torches broke through the darkness of the dungeon. In the knife lights and fire shadows, the man who killed the first had blood on his face, wearing majestic clothes, with a shiny waist badge, and wiped the blood on the blade on his boots and put it back into the sheath.

Later she knew that they were the fast hands of Chang'an County.

The rescued companions were all repatriated one by one. Some of their families came to pick them up with tears in excitement. Only she stared blankly, not knowing where to go.

It’s not that she didn’t remember where she lived. The name and appearance of that place were very clear. She also remembered the small courtyard and the man and woman.

But she didn’t have the option of “going home” because she was sold by them.

Twenty taels of silver settled the relationship. The moment Xie Chuantang saw the silver in their hands, he vaguely felt that a layer of membrane separated him from the world.

When the man came to ask, she told him all this, but didn’t say where she was going, because she didn’t know either.

She looked at the murderous man that day and tightened his eyebrows, and his kind face looked at her worriedly.

“Why don’t I follow you to solve the case, and repay your life-saving grace. I have great strength.” She said.

The man widened his eyes and raised his head: "I have been a bachelor all my life, how can you rely on me?!"

But in the end, he really couldn't think of a way, so he gave her a room in his courtyard, saying that it would cost her 100 copper coins a month. As for later discovering that she had a talent for cultivation, he used his savings to open her meridians, which was an incalculable favor.

So Xie Chuantang gradually felt connected to this world again, and even later grew up to be cold-faced but warm-hearted, stubborn, and hateful of evil, all of which were the result of being influenced by the man.

And the next one or two years was the turning point of something. The man always went home with a gloomy face, and some people in the fast-hand class also resigned from the office and changed jobs. She never heard the man say which case he would handle next.

The man went from coming home with injuries all the time to not caring about anything, and finally two years later, he stopped going out on field work.

When Xie Chuantang asked, he poured wine and shook his head, "I'm old, and it's time to retire and live a good life."

The man had no accomplishments and his body was indeed declining, but Xie Chuantang heard more of his disillusionment. Later, after being a detective for a long time, she knew that it was because the big boss, the magistrate of Chang'an County, had changed, and the reason why Chang'an County changed was because the big boss's big boss, Jingzhao Prefecture, had changed Zhaoyin.

Only a detective like her who was on the front line of Shenjing had this feeling - that was when the Taiping Cao Gang began to rise, and the entire Jingzhao Prefecture's public security system was reshuffled and deteriorated.

Later, when she was old and was selected as a detective in Jingzhao Prefecture, the man let her live out by herself. Xie Chuantang rented half a small courtyard in Chongyefang. From time to time, when she came back, the man would take out his treasured wine utensils to drink with her, and teach her about officialdom as usual.

But what was different from the past was that the man no longer taught her those exquisite and unique crime-solving techniques, but began to persuade her to protect herself. Every time she said she had handled a case by herself, he would lecture her angrily.

Xie Chuantang didn't want to listen, so he went less and less.

She knew what kind of yearning she had for wearing this majestic outfit. When she saw it, it was like a new life. At least she didn't want to dirty it.

She met the girl in the midsummer of this year.

The family had just moved to the opposite side of the rented yard. The gentle mother brought her daughter to give the new neighbor the crisp cakes she made. The mother spoke softly and was quite polite. The girl was as bright as a blooming summer flower. She kept pointing out which one she made and asked her to report the taste after tasting it.

It was a very beautiful smile, and the happiness also infected her. That night she sat alone in the yard for a long time and took the box of crisp cakes to visit the man.

Apart from having a new neighbor, she still didn't have much contact with the people around her. She was on duty and off duty alone, handling some cases that no one in the thief catching department was willing to handle. Except for the occasional time off work, you can see the mother and her daughter clumsily hitting locust flowers or dates in the alley.

The two of them complained to each other with a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads, but they couldn't hide their smiles.

Xie Chuantang liked to see this scene, like a picture in a dream. Later, she thought that the devil-like carriage might also be attracted by this smell.

It was a sunset afternoon. When Xie Chuantang came back from work, he saw the dark and gorgeous carriage parked at the entrance of the alley, which was somewhat out of tune with this ordinary life.

Xie Chuantang had never seen such a carriage wall. It seemed to be a piece of South China Sea sandalwood worth a thousand gold coins, with an exquisite and colorless Buddha picture carved on it. Xie Chuantang didn't know why the horseshoes also had to be carved with delicate pictures. In short, the deep and noble feeling was visible at a glance.

The beautiful girl raised her head and hit the dates hard, and it stopped quietly on the opposite street two meters away. The car window was not opened, but it seemed that there was a sight looking out.

This scene made Xie Chuantang feel inexplicably tight in her heart, but when she passed by, it just drove away. She felt a little uneasy for some reason. For the first time, she took the initiative to talk to the girl and asked what the car was for.

The girl was also confused. She just said that it suddenly stopped there, and then seemed to be watching her threshing dates, but she gestured to share it, but no one responded.

However, the girl soon ignored this matter and smiled and held a handful of red dates for her.

That was indeed what a fourteen-year-old girl should look like, innocent and lively, carefree. Xie Chuantang couldn't help but pin his own hopes on her.

Then this matter seemed to have passed, but a few days later, the scholar's father seemed to have some annoying accidents, so the family had to withdraw from the rental courtyard and left Beijing and returned home.

Xie Chuantang felt a little sorry, but life is full of separation. Before leaving, the girl shyly gave her a female work, saying that she had just started learning and her embroidery was still ugly.

The simple encounter passed like this, and Xie Chuantang continued to live his lonely life, thinking that he would never see them again.

She would have never seen them again if it weren't for the heavy rain that broke the Longshou Canal a month ago.

On the morning of September 22, she went to Lin County to hand over official business and returned to the city. In the bushes by the Yinma River, she saw half of a pale arm.

She remembered the buzzing in her brain when she cleared out that face, remembered the traces of being hurt and violated, and remembered the first time in her life that she felt such cold anger.

She remembered grabbing Lu Dingwu's collar and asking him to file a case, and she also remembered screaming out of control in front of Zhao Yin's case: "Fuck! She's only fourteen years old!!"

But later, everything turned cold.

She tried her best to find the four beasts who did it, but she could no longer find the Buddha-painted carriage that day.

That thought made the Taiping Cao Gang offer the girl to his carriage owner disappear from her world.

Jingzhao Prefecture closed the case and refused to investigate further, so Xie Chuantang took off his arrest uniform and went to the yamen prison alone with a knife late at night.

She interrogated the two living people and confirmed that it was not "coveting wealth", but the order given by "Second Master" himself. She spent three days to determine the movements of "Second Master". On the fourth day, when he boarded the carriage, she held a short dagger against his throat and heard the two words "Fantasy Tower" from him, as well as the Xunfang Garden Gathering two days later.

Xie Chuantang had only vaguely heard of the name "Fantasy Tower". She didn't know who owned it or where it was, but she knew Xunfang Garden.

Hearing that those nobles would move into the Fantasy Tower after the Xunfang Garden Gathering, Xie Chuantang used all his means and luck to sneak in, holding a dagger under a carriage that looked extraordinary for two hours.

Then someone really got on the carriage, and the carriage really started to move. It was a completely unfamiliar street and courtyard wall. Xie Chuantang had never seen such a place in Shenjing, so he deeply realized that he had arrived at some kind of forbidden area.

She tried her best to hide her breathing, but unfortunately, when the carriage just stopped, her whole body suddenly became stiff and unable to move, and she fell down powerlessly.

At that moment, she thought she was going to die like that, but at the same time, she also realized that she had arrived at the "Illusion Building".

This was the monitoring of the Illusion Building.

But she didn't have time to see anything, and she couldn't recognize this place. She only saw a beautiful carriage with Buddhist paintings driving in from the corner of her eye before she lost consciousness.

During the days in prison, Xie Chuantang regretted the most that she told the man about this.

She subconsciously sought help from the man when she encountered difficulties, but after the four people were executed, the man firmly asked her to stop, and they had a big quarrel with red faces, and Xie Chuantang ran away.

Then on the seventh day of imprisonment, she learned of his death.

The time passed in a daze, and her connection with the world was so weak. Now there was no need to expect anyone to come to rescue her, and the hatred could only be buried. But sometimes she also felt that dying in pain and anger made her feel that she was really alive.

Then there was the young man who came and went overnight. The flames and sword light made her stunned for a long time. Until tonight, the pain in her abdomen made her unable to close her eyes again. Then a group of officials came in without any signs and pushed open her cell door.

"Xie Chuantang?"

"." She raised her head with disheveled hair.

"Sign the release document."

"."

Half an hour later, she knelt in this courtyard. The official documents had been completed, the shackles were removed, and Xie Chuantang rubbed his wrist.

After a gap of more than ten days, the climate was different. The long-lost true energy was slowly accumulating from the dantian, but the body was still cold. When Xie Chuantang stood up stiffly, the red robe who had just passed by with a solemn expression was walking out of the hall.

"Guan Shilang, take care of yourself." He left a sentence at the door of the hall. Only two light coughs came from inside, and then he stepped over the threshold expressionlessly, and glanced at her coldly when he passed by.

Xie Chuantang's body suddenly stiffened and his heart and lungs suddenly pounded like drums, as if they were about to explode.

It was not the threat from this look, but the lock from the man behind him.

The silent and cold face, the unsheathed sword at the waist. Xie Chuantang recognized this man, or rather, she had heard his name.

[Ruthless Wood] Linghu Qu.

This name can be found in the 234th place on the Crane List. He was a soul chaser in the Ministry of Justice for ten years. He had been a constable in Shenjing for a long time. This name entered his ears like a legend.

And Xie Chuantang knew this lock very well. It was the aura before killing.

"Congratulations on your freedom." The man in the red robe said coldly, "It's a pity that you only have half a street left."

Xie Chuantang was cold all over, but under this heavy pressure, she slowly turned her head, glanced at the man coldly, and walked straight out of the yamen step by step.

Late at night, the candles in front of the Criminal Department illuminated the two stone beasts. Xie Chuantang dragged his steps out alone, and the cold wind filled his clothes.

She gradually guessed what happened. Someone transferred her out for some purpose. Most likely it was because of her case, which angered the red robe master and what he represented behind him.

He couldn't stop it, so he simply didn't stop it.

——Killing a minion like her is really too easy.

There will be no traces left, and others can't interfere. Even if you know that her death is not normal, what can you do? Even this case is still handled by the Criminal Department itself.

The dignified soul chaser of the Criminal Department actually assassinated in the street. The intensity of the situation has reached a higher level.

Xie Chuantang had no choice. She lowered her head and walked forward, as if there was a sword on her neck, but she could only ignore it.

Step by step, the street outside the Ministry of Justice was empty at night, and the lights of the government office were gradually left behind. She knew that when the flames were completely invisible, it meant that she had left the Ministry of Justice. She would not be allowed to take one more step, and she would die immediately.

The candles became dimmer and dimmer, and Xie Chuantang suddenly stiffened and turned her head. The figure of the unsheathed sword had followed silently behind her.

In her many thrilling experiences, there was no such moment facing the Xuanmen of the Crane List. Even if there was a Xuanqi restriction, the Xuanmen was still the Xuanmen after all, and she could not fight against such an enemy.

In the desperate situation where she could not resist, Xie Chuantang would choose to die more calmly. Her weak body and the fear of death made her shiver. She looked back at the executioner and took the last few steps forward with bated breath.

The candles of the Ministry of Justice disappeared completely.

The cold street was empty at night. Xie Chuantang's heart and lungs tightened involuntarily at this moment, waiting for the moment when her head would fly off.

But suddenly she was stunned.

No coldness passed through her throat. Xie Chuantang took this last step, but what she faced was not a completely dark and cold empty street.

As if continuing the candles of the Ministry of Justice, a swaying candle stood on the table of a noodle stall in front. The weak candlelight illuminated a space. A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties was sitting alone on a bench eating a bowl of hot soup noodles.

He was wearing cloth clothes, and his cloth shoes were covered with dust. His two long eyebrows almost reached the center of his eyebrows, and his beard was not trimmed. It was a look that was easily ignored by people. He looked sad and frustrated, like a person who stood in a corner at a gathering.

But now on this street, he looked too abrupt.

"Come and have a bowl of hot noodles." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and greeted her with a low voice.

Xie Chuantang stepped forward in shock. The temperature of the bowl of hot noodles seemed to have warmed her body, and her muscles and bones felt numb and warm. It was not until she sat down on the bench that she suddenly remembered to look back.

[Ruthless Wood] Linghu Qu stood there motionless.

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and there was no other movement, as if he had turned into a stiff wax figure.

But Xie Chuantang could see the blue veins on his arms and his trembling body.

The man in front of him just lowered his head to eat noodles. Xie Chuantang was stunned for a while, and suddenly saw a sword on the table.

It had been pulled out halfway, and the blade was exposed. Xie Chuantang had never seen such a magical sword. The sword was slender, as if it was made of black and bright. They looked half and half, but not at all regular, like two armies fighting, or like one side was being consumed.

Xie Chuantang also picked up the chopsticks in shock and lowered his head to eat the bowl of hot noodles. When she finished her soup and looked up, Linghu Qu was still standing behind her motionlessly.

"Even in Shenjing, there are two sets of rules. The court has its own rules, and the rivers and lakes have their own rules." The man in front of her whispered, but his face did not look like he was judging the rules. Instead, he seemed to be worried that this winter was too cold.

"If you choose to enter the rivers and lakes, you have to face them."

The man finished his noodles and gently sheathed his sword. Xie Chuantang saw that the bright part had grown a little.

Behind her, Linghu Qu, who was standing stiffly, aged rapidly and fell down like a mummy.

"Let's go after we finish eating. Someone is waiting for you at the street corner."

"Is that it?" Pei Ye put his hands under his chin and looked at the woman who was wolfing down in front of him, frowning and thinking.

"That's it." Xie Chuantang really didn't want to tell the story anymore.

"But you don't look like you ate a bowl of noodles."

"Too hungry."