Chapter 113 Tonghua Lane

Xiao Ling was talking when he suddenly paused and subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man who was staring at him.

The parrot tilted its head. The sense of danger had never been so clear to it. "Hero! Hero! You are staring at me! What are you staring at me for!"

"Did you see him more than ten years ago?"

The eerie young man asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Ling subconsciously confessed, "I have seen it! I have seen it! They eat together! They eat and chat together! I can't hear anything more! There is a ghost! There is a ghost next to us!"

Chu Songjun pursed his lips: "There's a ghost around? What does that mean?"

Xiao Ling immediately said, "That horrible person! He can command evil spirits! Extremely powerful ghosts!"

Chu Songjun didn't say anything else.

But his eyes were gloomy.

It was the first time Xiao Ling saw Chu Songjun like this. He looked like a wild wolf that had been hungry for more than ten years. For a moment, he had no intention of playing any tricks. He just wanted to tell him the facts directly and get rid of that terrifying atmosphere.

After coming back to his senses, Chu Songjun just kept silent. The sinister feeling disappeared, and Xiao Ling couldn't help but feel sorry. If he had this handle, wouldn't the hero believe in him? Oh! What a great opportunity he missed!

Just when the "wild god" was about to make a move, Chu Songjun paid no attention to Xiao Ling's reaction.

More than ten years ago.

Eat and chat.

There's a ghost nearby.

The twenty-two noble families in Xijing all have their own unique secret techniques. Is the Chu family's secret technique really just related to "paper figures"?

Chu Songjun made a seal.

In his field of vision, mountains and plains of paper figures appeared in front of him.

He stepped forward and grabbed a paper man, and then used the Chu family's unique secret method to tear open the two layers of the paper man.

Written on the paper figures were things they had seen while floating in the wind.

[On XX/XX/XX, at Shanyang Restaurant, dozens of people were drinking and having fun inside, and a father and son were begging outside.]

[On XX/XX/XX, a 10-member acrobatic group performed in Ping'an Street. Hundreds of people watched. The reward collected was 930 copper coins.]

[On XX day of XX month of XX year, a man filed a complaint in front of the government office and handed in a complaint paper.]

【……】

There are many more, too many to count, and countless records are recorded in the paper man's body.

This is how the Dali Temple works. They rely on invisible things that exist in another world to obtain countless intelligence, check the information from top to bottom, and capture thieves and criminals.

Xiao Ling couldn't help but ask, "Hero, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Chu Songjun shook his head: "It's okay, let's go and look for it near Liu Sangu's house on Chang'an Street."

Xiao Ling flapped his wings and followed.

"Hero! You seemed unhappy just now!"

"It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just... I feel like I've lived in vain all these years."

"You've lived in vain? You've lived in vain! Are you going to get upset? Hero!"

"Oh, that's not the case. It's just that today I know what it means to be in this mountain."

"...Then do you want to believe in me? Become my follower! Porcelain Mountain, Wood Mountain, Stone Mountain! Become my follower! I will protect you!"

“…”

"You can say that without getting stuck in your throat."

***

Near Liu Sangu's home.

Xiao Ling was still chattering in Chu Songjun's ear about the advantages of "being his believer". Chu Songjun had no emotions at all, he just felt it was very noisy.

There was no sense of any investigating atmosphere. Compared to reasoning in the dark and thinking in silence, Xiao Ling's stand-up comedy made everything go to waste.

Maybe Xiao Ling just saw that he was in a bad mood, so she made noise to divert his attention?

Chu Songjun thought so in his heart.

Flipping through those densely packed texts is truly an extremely daunting task. Each time this method is used, two or three members of the Chu family need to take turns flipping through the text in order to find the truly useful information from the large amount of useless information.

Finally, Chu Songjun's eyebrows were determined.

From the parrot Xiaoling's point of view, Chu Songjun, who had been touching the air nervously, suddenly stopped. Xiaoling also realized in an instant that something had been found, and he immediately held his breath and concentrated.

Chu Songjun read as he read: "...A man dressed in rich clothes, brought a deed to the door, and visited three times without giving up..."

Chu Songjun frowned slowly.

He also found a lot of paper doll records from the same perspective, and the descriptions were basically the same.

Paper figures will not lie, and the things recorded in them must have happened, but this is not in line with common sense.

Judging from the description on the paper figurine, the man in rich clothes looks like someone from an aristocratic family. A person from an aristocratic family visits the thatched cottage three times with a contract... What is this called? Is the wonderful story of a poor scholar in Xijing reflected in reality?

Liu Lang seemed unconvinced at first, but softened during their conversations. It was not until he discovered that his mother worked day and night to wash clothes and support the family that he began to consider the possibility. Finally, he compromised and left with the man from the aristocratic family.

Did Liu Lang know it was a trap? Did he know he might never come back? Maybe.

From beginning to end, Chu Songjun smelled a strong scent of deception, and felt that something was wrong.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. This pie fell on Liu Lang for some reason, and the reason must be quite big.

The more he thought about it, the more Chu Songjun felt a chill down his spine.

The reason why the Liu Lang incident came to his attention was mainly because a "stealing" wild god appeared here. If this incident had not happened, the matter would have ended with Liu Lang coming to his senses and going out to work. But once Liu Lang entered the place of "Shijia People", could he get out?

How many times has this happened without you being aware of it?

What’s worse is that under the banner of the aristocratic families, the common people have no room to refuse.

Thinking back, the number of hidden households in the Xuanyuan Dynasty of Xizhou is astronomical. Among them, there are countless people supported by aristocratic families, but they are still cheating people outside. Those they cheat are not illiterate common people, but poor scholars. Is there something to this?

Chu Songjun's expression couldn't help but become complicated.

Is this place called Xijing or Myanmar Jing?

There are so many things like this!

Xiao Ling leaned over anxiously: "What! What! Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly! What information!"

"I found clues about Liu Lang." The boy's voice was obviously dry. "You are right. It was the family who did it."

Xiao Ling was immediately affirmed and couldn't help but straighten his chest, but soon, he said anxiously: "Liu Lang is my believer! Let's go and save him! His current situation must be very bad! Very bad!"

The parrot was so anxious that it was spinning around, its claws crisscrossing on Chu Songjun's shoulders, and it almost fell down.

Chu Songjun silently put Xiao Ling's claws on his shoulders, and the cough in his throat could no longer be suppressed. The dull sound echoed in the alley. His dark shadow stretched very long on the stone slabs and merged into the shadows of the wall. The shadows were constantly boiling, and one pale hand after another crawled out of the shadows, and the temperature was dropping lower and lower.

The boy's face turned even paler.

Suddenly, there were footsteps coming from inside the door.

It’s Liu Sangu.

Chu Songjun subconsciously took a wrong step and hid in the shadow of the corner.

He paused there, waited for the door to close again, then raised his foot and left.

Now that we have traced back to the aristocratic family, the rest of the matter will be much simpler.

After all, compared to the majority of people who are dressed in ordinary clothes, people who are dressed richly are more likely to stand out and be recorded by paper dolls.

Chu Songjun searched for the similar time points bit by bit.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians along the way, and when we reached Xicheng District, most of the places were territories of aristocratic families.

Chu Songjun paused.

He raised his head with a sullen face.

The record is broken.

Ordinary people cannot touch the paper man without a secret method. As far as Chu Songjun knows, there are only two kinds of people who can touch the paper man: evil spirits and people from the Chu family.

In this case, someone helped to clean up the mess.

Chu Songjun's face changed. He raised his head and looked around the nearby places. It was in an area similar to that of the middle-class areas in "Xijing", and most of them were single-family houses.

This is Tonghua Lane in Xijing.

However, since the paper man cannot be checked, the evil spirit should have no problem moving here. But if it encounters a place that cannot be entered, it must be the secret place of the family.

The boy's face turned pale in an instant, and the exhaustion of his energy allowed him to see the paper man in the gap effortlessly.

One hand after another crawled out from the shadows, and short figures held hands in front of Chu Songjun, walking step by step into the block, some crying, some shouting.

Xiao Ling was shocked by Chu Songjun's action of releasing the evil ghost without saying a word. She cried like a bird and hid in Chu Songjun's collar. The coarse hair pricked the back of Chu Songjun's neck and made it red.

Chu Songjun pursed his lips, and sweet dimples appeared on his cheeks. The boy smiled gently, but his curved eyes revealed a very sinister look.

Those evil spirits walked quietly in the alleys with a cold and chilly aura.

In the courtyard.

The servant sneezed due to the sudden drop in temperature, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, with only the slight sound of heavy objects swinging in the ears.

Everyone turned their heads and stared at the servant in silence.

The servant's legs were trembling, unable to move, and the muscles on his face were uncontrollable and began to twitch. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his voice seemed to be blocked by cotton and he could not make a sound. He covered his mouth with trembling hands.

The servants in front made way, and a hand handed over a handkerchief. The moon-white handkerchief was embroidered with rime.

The person holding the moon-white handkerchief has a hand as white as warm jade, so white that you can clearly see the blue and purple meridians in the skin. This is the hand of a young master from a noble family.

The servant inexplicably felt a sense of peace, but his body could not stop shaking. The physiological reaction of fear and the emotion of relief were repeatedly intertwined, and he raised his head with a distorted face.

He was a young man like the breeze and bright moon, dressed in moon-white clothes, so clean that there was not a trace of dust on him. He had a gentle expression and cared for his servants.

Behind the face as white as Guanyin, one by one, scholars with their chests open were slowly hoisted up, their clothes hanging down like their fish tails that had not been faded clean. The room was dark and the beams were very low, like the deep sea, but the scholars stood in the air exceptionally quietly, meticulously, motionlessly, silently and distantly, like giant whales in their dreams.

Blood and flesh disappeared silently like foam on the sea.

The servant took Xie Jinghe's handkerchief embroidered with rime with trembling hands. The corners of his mouth twisted up, the arc was so big that it was a little crazy. The servant bowed humbly and said, "Thank you for the reward, young master!"

What I smelled at the tip of my nose was not a strong smell of blood, but rather extremely precious spices.

The servants could not be identified, but they must have been excellent!

After all, his master's family is one of the top noble families in the 22 aristocratic families of Xijing...

——Langhuan Xie family!