When she contacted Jiye, Jiye immediately shut up when she talked about Qiniang Mountain and Luocheng.
"What? Luo Cheng can't mention it?" Song Ling asked in confusion.
Ji Ye sighed and explained: "It's not that I can't mention it, but I can't give you an answer. Ruan Boqi, the lord of Luocheng City, is the junior brother of the lord of Haidai Sect. Although he is a useless person, his connections are quite small. Luocheng is like this now.
He looked acquiesced by his tacitness, so the Taoist disciples would not interfere."
"Agree?" Song Ling became even more confused.
Luo Cheng is not peaceful, and Ruan Boqi, the city lord, should not be comfortable either.
The goblins touched the ground, sat down, and his ears trembled a few times.
"Of course, Luo Cheng is not peaceful. At the critical moment, the city lord will stand up, so it will be Luo Cheng's amulet." Ji Ye said helplessly: "He doesn't come out now, but because it's not the most dangerous time."
Song Ling's eyes flashed, thinking of the scene she saw.
Ji Ye said nothing wrong.
Although Lu Anniang ran away with the embroiderer, there were still many people in the city.
After all, the woman who was in trouble with monsters was only rampant in the gambling workshop and embroidery workshop. Even if she was abducting people, she only captured more than a dozen beauties. When she wanted to abduct women, Lu Anniang ran away.
For a town with tens of thousands of people, it is not a big deal to die, and the rest of the people can still live a normal life.
"Then... according to what you said, I can't touch this Luocheng City Lord?" Song Ling said coldly.
"I advise you not to move." Ji Ye smacked his lips and explained: "Ruan Boqi is generous and has a wide range of friends. If you touch him, many people in the Taoist sect will be anxious about you."
Ruan Boqi was kind to the monks, so he gained a good reputation for being a good friend.
"How many people have come to Nanzhen in Haidai recently?" Song Ling asked in a daze.
Ji Ye thought about it and replied: "Around six hundred people, more than one hundred casualties, and more than four hundred people left remain on the front line. He can be regarded as a strong team on the front line."
It is Haidai's determination to be able to produce so many people.
"Okay, I'll write it down." Song Ling cut off the digging gopher, turned his eyes and said to Zhuyu: "
Not far away, you can already see the gate of Luocheng. The gray walls are covered with flags with restrictions. When the sun shines, the flags will ripples with spiritual power.
In such a situation, the demon can still be domineering in Luo City, which is enough to show that it is Ruan Boqi's tacit approval.
Several soldiers guarding the city at the city gate below were stopping people to check.
When Song Ling passed by, he only gave them a hanging of money, so he didn't even need to pass the documents and entered the city smoothly.
The city was not as chaotic as Lu Anniang said. You could still see leisurely passers-by on the streets and alleys. The vendors and shops on both sides were operating normally. Even the beggars on the street were lying very comfortable.
"Lucky, I'll ask you something." Song Ling touched a few cents and put them in front of the little beggar, squatted, and asked him: "I heard that a few tough guys have come to the city? They have both the gambling and the embroidery workshop.
Taken over?"
The little beggar who was leisurely just now sat up straight, staring at the money on the ground, looking at it but not daring to say it.
"Don't worry, I just ask, I won't involve you." Song Ling said with a smile: "I have an old friend who has opened an embroidery workshop in the city. Who would have thought that when I came in and asked, her embroidery workshop was actually easy.
I got the master, so I wanted to go over and ask, and see where the owner of the embroidery workshop went."
The little beggar looked up and down at Song Ling, and said, "Are you Lu Anniang's old friend? She should have run away. She is not in the city, you are at the wrong time. That's right, her embroidery workshop was indeed occupied by someone.
Now that person is visiting the city lord's mansion, he is not a bad person, but his methods are finally a bit disgraceful."
Hearing this, Song Ling knew that the demon who snatched Lu Anniang's embroidery workshop did not reveal any other evil deeds.
"So..." Song Ling touched her chin and said thoughtfully: "Is there anything special about the embroidery workshop and the gambling workshop? Why did you just pick these two places to occupy it? It's really weird to say that
Some."
It's obviously two unrelated businesses.
"Sir, you don't know anything." Xiao Qi hurriedly touched the money and said, "It is said that there is a treasure of gold from the previous dynasty under the gambling house. As for the embroidery house, I heard that it can weave freshness in this world.
Some fog falls."
"Mist falls veil? What is that? If the embroidery workshop can weave treasures, shouldn't it be left with an embroidery girl? Or is it because there is a treasure spinning machine in the embroidery workshop?" Song Ling continued to ask.
Hearing this, the little beggar nodded and explained: "Yes, baby is here. The spinning machine in the embroidery workshop is said to be a relic of immortals. No matter who uses it, it can be used to weave fog and veil!
I have seen it. After a ingot of gold is 1 meter, it can be worn into ordinary clothes."
Speaking of this, the little beggar looked at the money bag in Song Ling's hand again.
It seems that I still want some.
Song Ling then touched a few more cents and gave them to her, and asked, "What else do you know? Even though I have money here, I won't treat you badly."
The little beggar happily took the money, hugged it firmly, and said, "Actually, no one knows whether there is a treasure spinning machine in the embroidery workshop. After all, after the embroidery workshop was stolen, it was never sold again.
The fog has fallen out."
"What else?" Song Ling held his chin.
"We are all guessing that either Lu Anniang used the trick and took away the secret recipe for fog falling yarn, or the spinning machine did not exist at all. It was not the baby spinning machine that weaved the fog falling yarn, but the man." The little beggar followed the
Like beans, he said a lot of gurgling, "After all, when Lu Annie was there, the embroidery workshop was full of fog and veil falling from one foot in a month."
Song Ling frowned.
After hearing these words from the little beggar, Song Ling always felt that she had missed something.
Zhuyu, who had been standing behind Song Ling, suddenly whispered, hurriedly pulled Song Ling, held his ear, and whispered: "Will those lost beauties be used by the demon to weave cloth? In this way, Lu Anniang, who knows the inside story
It's normal to be afraid of escaping."
"According to what you said, then Lu Annie was able to weave fog and fall gauze in the past, wouldn't it be a life to fill it?" Song Ling didn't agree with Zhuyu's speculation.
She had read Lu Anniang's memory and knew that Lu Anniang was an honest person and could not do anything to kill people.
"Maybe..." Zhuyu's eyes rolled, she pursed her lips and said, "When Lu Annie was once, she naturally didn't need to harm human life, but the demon took away the embroidery workshop and without Lu Annie being the embroidery girl, she naturally had nothing to do with it.
This is such a despicable way.”
"It's not impossible." Song Ling nodded, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the city lord's mansion with only one roof in the distance, saying, "It's better to go to the city lord's mansion. Is it true or false? When I see the demon, I will question it.