Shuangjing Town, the second floor of the Blacksmith Shop.

The old coachman took out the red object for a long time, and took out another package more carefully than before. After opening the cloth bag, he turned out to be something that looked crystal clear and ruby-like. He just looked closer and saw that the brightly colored ball was slowly flowing inside the brightly colored ball. The old coachman reached out and pointed the red object to the blacksmith and said, "The fire poison liquid of the centipede in the sixth realm, in order to get this thing, I almost lost half my life on the ancient road of Lijun."

"Leave the ancient road?" The old blacksmith couldn't help but look at the young man by the window and then approached the red poison glands carefully. "Two Sixth Realm Demon Clans, even if you throw your whole life there, you can't get these things." He picked up a glass bottle from a storage cabinet on the second floor, carefully squeezed the red liquid from the poison gland into the bottle, then put it away, and then sat down to the old coachman after putting it in. "I'm not going to come back this time just for this flying needle."

The old coachman smiled and pointed Luo Chuan and said, "Accompanying the young master to Cangyan to take office. If you come this time, you will probably not leave. Settling down in Cangyan City, Cangyan City is very close to here. When the flying needle is out, I will send someone to pick it up."

The old blacksmith nodded silently and looked at Luochuan and said to the old coachman, "I still said that this poisonous flying needle is too harmful to the good deeds. Even if it is for someone to sacrifice it, it is best not to use it unless it is absolutely necessary."

The old coachman said distractedly, "When the demon clan uses this evil thing to deal with us, will it not damage his good deeds?" He saw that the old blacksmith had to say something else, so he waved his hand and said, "I know, I know, I can keep it for myself?"

The old blacksmith nodded, "You can use it, otherwise the old man would not have to work hard."

The old coachman smiled helplessly, "If I use it, aren't you afraid of damaging my good deeds? It's really..."

Just as the old coachman was about to say a few more words, a chaotic noise suddenly came outside the window, especially the shocking sound of the female voice, mixed with the sound of objects hitting the carriage and horses diverting the way, and it seemed extremely nervous from far to near.

"What happened?" The old coachman looked at the blacksmith in surprise, and found that the latter also frowned and shook his head, then stood up and came to Luo Chuan to look down from the window.

The vendors who were originally setting up stalls in the small square rushed to pack up the goods one by one. The owners at the stalls looked even more panicked and said hello to the vendors they knew around them. Even if they didn't care about packing the goods on the stalls, they chose the nearby alleys and ran away!

Then there was a sound of horse hooves on the road in the distance, and some people were galloping in the downtown area, shouting anxiously while running, "Doway! Pay attention, dodge!"

The pedestrians on the road couldn't help but avoid them in a panic. A few young men with a higher temper wanted to curse a few words. After looking up at the clothes they were wearing from far away, they closed their mouths embarrassedly.

"This person...is an official with a beautiful face?" Luo Chuan asked uncertainly.

The old coachman nodded, "Looking at the clothing, it should be the officials under the Cangyan Sect's Farmers," he snorted coldly and lowered his voice, "The Cangyan Sect's Farmers' Farmers have always had a bad reputation, but I didn't expect that it would be so bad in more than ten years that the people of Shuangjing were afraid of escaping!"

"They are not afraid of officials under the corporal officers," the old blacksmith who was still sitting at the table looked at the window with a sarcastic face, "Do you hear what people outside say?"

The old coachman frowned and listened for a long time before he said in confusion, "It seems that something is coming?" He looked back at the old blacksmith, "Isn't it a monster?"

"Where did the monster come from Shuangjing Town?" The old blacksmith looked at Luo Chuan's side face, who was not happy and angry, and said softly, "What they said is that the bone maggots are coming."

"Bone maggot?" The old coachman obviously didn't understand the meaning, "Maggot of the hock?"

"It means almost the same," the old blacksmith picked up a light-colored rain flower stone the size of a goose egg on the table, rubbed it with his big hands covered with calluses, and murmured as if he was talking to himself, "There are no other outstanding things in Cangyan these years, but it just turned out to be a three-maggot famous in Lijun. Among them, this bone maggot is lustful and I don't know how many good women have harmed..."

Luo Chuan's expression remained unchanged, without saying a word, just looked at the messy scene below quietly, and after a while, he whispered, "Go and shout Chang Gong to come up."

Siqi, who was also staying next to Luochuan, nodded and turned downstairs, moving quickly. After a while, the tall Luo Changgong came upstairs. He looked a little cramped on the second floor of the blacksmith shop with his size. After bowing to Luochuan, he simply did not stand up straight, and bent down to obey the orders.

Luo Chuan said four words without looking back, "Blood Rider is on standby."

Luo Changgong gave a cavalry ceremony without saying a word, then turned around and walked downstairs.

At this time, the riots in the square downstairs had gradually subsided. The originally bustling small market was now empty. Except for some vendors who were too anxious to avoid them and had no time to clean up the too good debris, there was no one else.

Many businesses around the square have closed their doors, and only the craftsman shops in Huayu Lane can still be opened, but no one dares to stand up and watch the fun. They hide in the house and watch coldly, and the atmosphere is strange.

After a long time, the sound of a carriage rolling on the stone pavement came from the main road of the city gate. After a while, a team of more than a dozen yamen runners wearing yamen costumes guarded an extremely spacious carriage into the square.

The carriage was pulled by two pure white horses. It was so wide that it was almost a reduced-formed wooden house. The carriage was red all over, but the curtains were bright yellow. With the wheels and gold wire patterns on the carriage, you can see that you are rich and luxurious at first glance, and it is extremely ostentatious.

A group of carriages walked to the square in silence. A yamen runner who ran in from outside the square came outside the carriage and whispered a few words. The carriage slowly stopped in the square.

After a while, a few people walked out of an alley west of the square.

The lead was a young man who was still wearing shorts and vests in the cold winter. He saw dark skin and kneading muscles, square face and heavy eyebrows, and fierce. He grabbed a person's ankle in his hand and dragged the man to the ground and pulled him away, leaving only a intermittent blood line on the stone square.

Behind him was a smiling old man with white hair, but the old man was not hunched over and had a thick body skeleton. He was not wearing shorts and vests like a young man, but wearing a thick robe. At this moment, he was holding a boy of six or seven years old in one hand and a woman with a slender figure in the other hand.

The boy was only wearing the winter clothes, his little face was red from cold. At this moment, he was dragged forward while wiping tears. He suppressed and dared not cry out loud. His eyes were looking around in a panic, looking at the woman being held by the old man, looking around, and sometimes looking at the blood at the feet and the man being dragged in front of him, his eyes bounced open like an electric shock.

The two of them dragged three people like a family of three to the carriage and left them, and then stood aside and stopped talking.

After a while, a voice came from the carriage, slowly and viciously, "I didn't see that... you are still a rebellious person with a backbone on your head...dog thing...!"
Chapter completed!