Puzhou City.

Fang Ying and senior high school students, Jia Wu wore casual clothes and led by his servants to a dilapidated street in the west of the city.

At this time, the afterglow was late, the purple night was about to fall, and the light from the dark clouds in the sky turned their figures into darkness and blur.

"The prince consort, that's it."

The servant turned around and faced Fang Ying respectfully.

"This is the ghost market?"

Fang Ying stopped and looked forward.

On the dilapidated streets, there is a sparsely populated area, and a plaque stands at the entrance of the street. The handwriting on it is mottled, and the whole street looks depressed.

"This is Wucheng Street, where the ghost city of Puzhou City is located."

The servant was sent by Zhang and said conscientiously: "Wenyi, calligraphy and painting, sharp blades, poisons...even buying murderers, everything you want to buy but cannot buy normally can basically be obtained here."

"Okay, you're waiting here."

Fang Ying waved his hand, then walked forward with his senior high school and Jia Wu.

At this time, the dusk was scattered, and the last ray of light in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the night completely enveloped the earth.

"Why don't you let that guy follow?" Jia Wu's voice sounded in the dark.

"Aren't you afraid of him taking a slap?" the senior high school senior asked coldly.

"Just him?" Jia Wu said contemptuously: "I can chop him up with that small body with just one knife."

Fang Ying said in a deep voice: "Don't be careless, just be afraid. He takes action in chaos. Let's go out and do things, be careful... Fifth brother, can you still use the knife?"

Jia Wu seemed to be stunned for a moment, and immediately became excited: "Fang Erlang, what do you mean!"

"Fifth brother, don't be excited."

Fang Ying laughed and said, "You have been having a lot of fighting with the girls these days, and you have been alive until midnight every time. I'm afraid you have weak legs."

"No, this matter needs to be made clear!" Jia Wu protested: "In the past few days, we will go to the brothel every night to dirt the people in the Puzhou Prefecture Office. This is a plan that has been decided long ago!"

"Don't we, I didn't go."

Fang Ying hurriedly denied that he had seen the beauty of Chang'an and was not interested in Puzhou's customs and business.

It’s like eating delicacies and eating steamed buns suddenly makes you feel uncomfortable.

"That's right, our goal is to make Puzhou relax its vigilance, but it's not so hard that you are working so hard, your waist is not broken, right?" Senior high school senior also finished the work.

Jia Wu sneered: "I am wide and fat, but I don't fall into the Vajra. I don't look like you, my waist is like a numb rod, and I will break it as soon as I use it."

While talking.

They have walked into Wucheng Street.

Then, figures swayed behind them, and the other hundreds of cavalry and the Right Martial Guards, two or three men and one army, also walked into the street.

At this time, oil lamps began to appear on both sides of the street. Behind the dim oil lamps, there were figures covered with black robe sitting.

More figures hid quietly in the darkness, and if they had not looked closer, they would not be able to see clearly.

The entire ghost market is full of yin energy, with strangeness and monsters.

Soon, they stopped in front of a shop, a two-story wooden building, with a pale lantern hanging in front of the door, emitting a faint breath.

In the shop, a guy in his twenties was knocking his legs crossed his legs on the counter, looking careless.

He looked up at Fang Ying and the other three, but did not get up, and asked lazily: "Three, do you want to beat the rabbit?"

Jia Wu replied in a muffled voice: "There is grass in his arms, but there is something bad on the mountain."

When the guy heard this, he immediately showed joy, put his legs down, stood up and asked, "How many cars are you going to mix this time?"

It's indeed this one!

Gangmaster Qiao did not lie.

"Thirty-three car, can you eat?" Fang Ying asked lightly.

"so much!"

The guy was shocked, looked up and down at Fang Ying and the other three, feeling a little alert: "You were not the ones who came the previous few times."

"It's a replacement, can't it be?"

After Fang Ying said this, he took action and pulled the guy out of the counter, and smashed it on the floor with a "bang".

Jia Wu stepped forward tacitly and controlled it with a backhand.

"So, you'll make a little noise."

Fang Ying said something dissatisfied.

"What are you afraid of? This shop is surrounded."

Jia Wuman answered indifferently and looked out. There were already people standing outside the door in groups of three or three.

All of them are the hundreds of cavalry and the Right Martial Guard.

"I asked, you said."

Fang Ying looked at the guy condescendingly, and his tall figure looked like a demon under the illumination of the oil lamp.

"You...woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The guy was about to shout, but Jia Wu covered his mouth and struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free.

"Where did the money in your hands come from?" Fang Ying asked lightly.

"Help……"

The guy opened his mouth and just shouted two words.

The senior high school next to him had already taken action, pulling out his arm like a flash of lightning, and at the same time, with a clang, the knife was unsheathed.

There was only a "puff" sound.

One of the guy's fingers has been cut off neatly by the senior high school senior.

"Ah! Woo woo woo--"

The guy rolled up and down in pain, but his mouth was covered by Jia Wu again, like a fish that had reached the shore and kept struggling.

"I'll ask you again, where did you get the money in your hands?" Fang Ying's voice rang coldly, "I'll talk about it after thinking about it, otherwise it would be more than one finger that was cut off this time."

"Yeah, yeah!"

The guy kept nodding.

In this very short time, he was scared out of his courage, and the ruthless aura emitted from the other party made him feel instinctively terrified.

It is a murderous aura accumulated by killing countless people.

Jia Wu slowly took away his palm.

The guy gasped and said tremblingly: "Grandpa, please spare me. Some people will send the money to the shop regularly, and the villain is only responsible for shipping the goods."

"Who sent the money?"
Chapter completed!