The man squatted, looking uncomfortable, as if he had eaten something he shouldn't have eaten, and there was no place around him to solve the abdominal pain. Tang Qian knew that he probably had the same expression.

Both of them were very silent, probably because they wanted to see who had a worse expression.

"I still haven't figured out why the City God of Luocheng was able to be the prefect at the same time. This is really not in line with the rules."

The last person to speak first was Tang Qian.

The City God is a god who protects the city, and it is generally common. There are many City God Temples in Luocheng.

"The person who cares about mortals and the person who cares about gods cannot be together, right?" The constable's expression suddenly became not particularly ugly, but instead a little relaxed and comfortable. He leaned back: "Yunzhou is already in a place where there is no place, do you know?"

Law is morality, etiquette, and this sentence can be said in another way, that is, Yunzhou is already a place where there are no rules.

Tang Qian asked again: "Then you don't seem to be here to cause trouble for me."

The detective shrugged: "The City God is my boss, but I just come here to shelter from the rain. I don't know what the City God's helper is following you."

"City God's helper?"

"This woman has only been here for a few months. She is not on guard at the door, and she is not even arresting people and handling cases. It's raining heavily and I like to go out for a walk."

"But what about you?"

"In addition to sheltering from the rain, I can naturally do something else." The constable laughed, and he sat up a little bit: "For example, selling you some news."

Tang Qian didn't say anything. He first pushed Zhou Sheng, who was still looking around him, and then said, "The news is easy to tell. I really want to know more about you City God and the Yamen."

The detective sneered: "Do you still want to come back and cause trouble?"

Tang Qian smiled. He didn't smile very coldly, and he was even happy: "Luocheng is still pretty."

Half a quarter of an hour ago.

When Tang Qian arrived at Luohe Bridge, he had actually walked half of the East City, which was far away from where he met the long-legged woman. The long-legged woman's whole body has now completely manifested and is no longer made of rain. She tried to pull out the broken sword nailed to the ground.

Her abdomen was covered with a layer of white cloth, but there was still a faint red blood gushing out from under the white cloth. The actions of such a severe injury to the woman were unhindered.

Her slender fingers held the hilt of the sword. The woman's hand was very white, not like the hand that should be found in the world, and it looked very soft, like rain. She used her five fingers to pull the sword, but the sword did not move.

After trying a few times, the woman seemed to have given up the sword temporarily. She turned to see the things scattered on the ground. She recognized a lot, such as the silk-tie doll, a masterpiece in puppet art. Although she looked like a straw man, it actually had other uses.

This is a good thing, so naturally I have to put it away.

The woman then continued to play with the tea cups and the spring tide bamboo cups. No matter how good the tea is, the spiritual energy in the spring tide bamboo will enter it. If it is matched with some special tea leaves, it will be the best in tea.

The woman stuffed her arms again.

When the woman saw a pile of bottles and jars, she didn't understand it very much. After opening it, she found some liquid inside. The rain in the sky avoided the woman and would not fall on the woman, nor would it fall into the bottles and jars. The woman opened several jars in a row, all of which were all colorless liquids. The woman lowered her head and smelled it, but there was a scent of ink.

She was still not sure what this was. After thinking for a while, she threw away the bottle in her hand. There were many fragments on the ground. Just looking at these few items, two of them were treasures. She actually felt a little expectation in her heart. She didn't want to kill Tang Qian now. When she saw that this person had many treasures, it was unreasonable to say that there were not a single one on her body.

The bottle fell to the ground and the woman walked forward. The rain in the sky still protected the woman, but the bottle was no longer around the woman.

The liquid in the bottle began to turn red when it hit the rain, and then began to shine. The woman felt something was wrong. She turned around and saw that the thing like water in the bottle touched something on the ground. A talisman was connected. The talisman, like the liquid in the bottle, also began to shine. The talisman was the broken sword like a broken iron piece.

The sword belongs to Tang Qian, and the talisman formation on the ground is naturally the same.

boom--

A loud noise reached Luohe Bridge, Tang Qian smiled and just finished saying "Luocheng is still very beautiful-"

He then said, "It's just that it's raining and it's a little colder.

It's not very comfortable."

The pillar of fire soared into the sky was very conspicuous, and the detective couldn't help but squint his eyes.

The pillar of fire even burned through the clouds in the sky.

The old man who had no eyes outside the city had already put away his umbrella, but suddenly his face changed: "My spell is useless."

Tang Qian, who was beside the Luohe Bridge, sighed: "I burned a lot of money to see the things above the dark clouds. Do you want to tell me about the news you want to sell to me?"

The constable's expression was a little stiff: "That's easy to say, and it's not about our city god, but about him." The constable stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhou Sheng.

"To be honest, I really understand this child's family." The constable said quickly. He was a little scared now. Tang Qian didn't look like a powerful master, nor did he look like a god with superb cultivation, but this man's work was exaggerated.

"The child's father is named Zhou Da. He is an honest farmer. He just died three years ago."

Ten years ago, during the Yunzhou disaster, Zhou Sheng ate porridge made from blood rice, but why did Zhou Da not look for his son this time? Tang Qian’s strange thing should be what Zhou Sheng was thinking behind him.

"It's not that I haven't found it, it's not that I can't find it." The constable explained: "Luocheng is too far from the village where everyone in Zhou is."

"I want to find the location of this Zhou Da." Tang Qian said.

"The one we are most familiar with the people's sentiment is a normal mortal." The constable suddenly was not afraid of Tang Qian, and he smiled: "But she was just left with the City God." The constable explained: "It's Xia Yubing, the woman who brought you here."

Tang Qian waved, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his hand. The constable looked at the flying sword with a little novelty. He asked a question he wanted to ask before: "Can you kill someone with a flying sword?"

Tang Qian said without comment: "I can fly swords to rush on the way."

He was like an ordinary person hunting, throwing a spear, and threw the broken sword in his hand out with force. He shook the sword, but his hand did not release the sword, and his other hand grabbed Zhou Sheng, the direction was the yamen where he was just anxious about the principle, and the sword had just arrived before the wooden house where the corpse was parked, Tang Qian and Zhou Sheng's people arrived.

The female constable named Xia Yubing was lying weakly in a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!