Chloe looked at him puzzledly, as if she couldn't understand what he was talking about.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was drawn open, and Zhan Yuwu stood in front of their carriage and waved to Yan Zhong, "We need to replace the horses and buy dry food. Come with me.

Brother Qiye, you guys just stay here and rest for a while, we will set off in half an hour."

Lin Qiye nodded, "Okay."

"I'll go with you." Hu Jia thought for a moment and decided to get off the car with Yan Zhong.

After all, he was a newcomer to the Suppression of Evils Division, while Zhan Yuwu and Yan Zhong were both veterans. How could he let the veterans run errands while a newcomer like him took a rest? His status was far from as high as that of Lin Qiye and Huo Qubing.

Admiration emerged in Yan Zhong's eyes, as if he was a teachable boy. After the three of them discussed it, they separated and left in different directions.

Lin Qiye and Chloe got out of the car one after another. Looking at the snow-covered street, Chloe couldn't help but stretch herself:

"I've been sitting in the car for so long, my waist is sore... Is there anything fun nearby?"

“This is my first time here too, how would I know all this?” Lin Qiye shook his head.

While the two were talking, Gong Yangwan and Wuquan also got off the carriage in front one after another, but there was no sign of Huo Qubing.

"You're really sick." Gong Yangwan frowned and glanced at the carriage, her face full of displeasure.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked.

Wuquan opened his mouth and said, "The Marquis drove us away... Oh no, he asked us to come out. He said he wanted to be alone for a while."

"Why, this carriage is so big, can it only accommodate him?" Gong Yangwan snorted coldly, "Marquis Guanjun, what a great authority."

Lin Qiye was startled, then looked at the silent carriage with a worried look on his face.

During the journey of the past few days, Huo Qubing hardly ever got off the carriage. Even his meals and water were brought to him by Lin Qiye. Every time he waited for Wuquan and the others to get off the carriage, Huo Qubing would vomit blood alone in the carriage... When everyone finished eating and returned to the carriage, he had already cleaned up the bloodstains, as if nothing had happened.

Since arriving in the Western Regions in the middle of winter, Huo Qubing's health seemed to be getting worse.

"My Lord, you must be tired... Let's walk around." Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Gong Yangwan. "Yan Zhong told me that you are from Qingshan County? Do you know where to stay and rest?"

"I'm from Qingshan County?" Gong Yangwan seemed to remember something, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "I'm not."

Seeing that Gong Yangwan was unwilling to say more, Lin Qiye was too lazy to ask more questions. He randomly picked a street that looked the most prosperous and led everyone there.

The western border was at its coldest during this period. The ground was frozen into blocks, snow was floating in the air, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. They only walked on the road for a few minutes, and their hair, eyebrows and eyes were dyed white by the broken snow.

Lin Qiye glanced at the gray sky, walked into a store and bought a few oil-paper umbrellas, which blocked the flying snow, but the icy air was still eroding their bodies.

"Walking around the streets like this is not a good idea." Lin Qiye looked around, as if he wanted to find a place to stay as soon as possible.

Gong Yangwan followed behind the crowd, her gaze fixed on a building at the end of the street. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

"I know a place," she said suddenly.

"Didn't you just say that you were not from Qingshan County?" Chloe asked suspiciously.

"I'm not from Qingshan County, but I lived here for a while... It doesn't matter. There's a place to keep out the cold, and there's snacks and drinks. Do you want to go?"

"Go." Lin Qiye said without hesitation, "Is it far?"

"Right there."

Gong Yangwan pointed towards the building, and everyone nodded and walked quickly forward.

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"Twenty taels."

"Five taels."

"Five taels?" The old woman's eyes widened. "Chen Baopi! Are you crazy? I kindly sent you a golden hen that lays eggs, and you just give me five taels of silver to get rid of me?!"

The short man in front of the old woman sneered, and the scar on his cheek looked extremely hideous.

He looked back at the wooden house behind him, and in the flickering candlelight, he could see a dirty woman holding a bowl of hot porridge, tilting her head back and swallowing it in big gulps, as if she hadn't eaten for several days.

"What do you think our Liuqingfang is?" Chen Baopi said unhappily, "We are engaged in the flesh trade! If any female beggar can come to us to exchange for silver, then won't our place become a beggar's den?"

"I have been selecting prostitutes for so many years. I can tell whether a woman is pretty or not at a glance! Even though she looks dirty now, she is definitely a top-notch beauty!"

"I was born a beggar, so what if I look good? Ten taels at most. If you don't want it, take your money and get out."

"...Okay! Ten taels is ten taels!" the old woman said, gritting her teeth.

Chen Baopi slowly took out ten taels of silver from his pocket and threw them on the ground in front of him. The old woman immediately bent down and picked them up one by one, her wrinkled face smiling like a flower.

After giving the silver, Chen Baopi walked directly to the wooden house and kicked the wooden door open.

Bang--!

Galan paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at the strange man in confusion.

"Who are you? Aunt Zhou's son?"

"Bah!" Chen Bapi spat, "That old bitch is worthy of having a son?

Now you have been sold to our Liuqingfang. Someone will take you to bathe and change clothes. Let me taste your quality first and teach you some practical skills. Then you can enter the fang to receive customers!"

Jialan held the bowl of porridge and looked at him puzzledly, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"I'm not going anywhere. After I finish drinking the porridge Aunt Zhou gives me, I'll leave the city." Jia Lan shook his head.

"Do you think you have the final say in this matter?" Chen Bapi snorted coldly and slapped the bowl of porridge in her hand. With a crisp sound, the floating rice porridge mixed with the bowl fragments covered the ground under her feet.

The next moment, Chen Baopi's rough palm grabbed Galan's collar.

Galan frowned, and his right hand locked his wrist like lightning. A faint blue light flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to attack, his cheeks suddenly flushed an unhealthy color, and the faint light quickly dissipated.

"Cough cough cough..." She weakly let go of Chen Baopi's wrist, and the latter stepped back several steps and looked at Galan with surprise.

"You are a foreigner?!"

Jia Lan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a familiar feeling of dizziness surged into her heart again. She looked down at the scars all over her body and muttered to herself,

"Is the injury still too severe..."

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