We walked straight, passed the main hall, walked through the corridor, and finally arrived at the courtyard filled with dye vats.
Only then did Song Ling realize that the dye vats were filled with girls one after another. They were covered with dye juices of various colors, dyeing their faces with colors that made it difficult to see their faces.
The old man showed amazing arm strength. With a raise of his hand, Song Ling was thrown into the dye vat.
But the old man did not leave. Instead, he reached out and touched the edge of the dye vat, as if knocking something into the dye vat.
Not long after, other footsteps were heard.
"How's it going? You were in such a hurry to report to me that I had to drop what I was doing and rush over."
The deliberately lowered voice made it difficult to distinguish between male and female, and it was difficult to tell whether it was someone you knew.
"He is not a powerful person. Although he has some abilities, he was still defeated by your master's Netherworld Incense. Now he has been put in a vat by the old slave." The old man replied in a deep voice.
step.
Two steps.
The speaker walked to the dye vat.
Song Ling, who was lying on the ground, did not open her eyes, but her spiritual consciousness drifted away, so she could immediately see through the disguise of the man next to the dye vat.
It's Ling Ran.
Sure enough, the one who took the embroidery workshop by force——
It’s really Lin Zigui.
"Don't underestimate it." Ling Ran lowered his eyes and looked at Song Ling in the dye vat. He frowned slightly and said, "Is he a monk? Mr. Mu, you are careless. I told you not to touch the monk. If a monk comes into the shop, be polite.
Ask her out angrily."
The old man known as Mu Lao plopped down and knelt in front of Ling Ran, lowered his eyes and said: "Master, please punish me. The old slave wanted to invite this person out at that time, but when he saw her, he was a little confused.
She was familiar with her, so I took it upon myself to keep her, just waiting for the owner to come and identify her."
"Familiar?" Ling Ran pinched the hem of his sleeve and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Mu Lao hummed and replied: "This one gives me the feeling...somewhat like Master, your tenth junior sister."
"A Ling?" Ling Ran was a little surprised.
But Ling Ran was not the kind of arrogant person, so he immediately stretched out his hand to drag Song Ling out of the dye vat, touched Song Ling's cheek with his fingertips, and said, "Ah Ling is indeed here."
It's nearby, otherwise Zigui wouldn't have specifically asked me to come here. Now that Ah Ling's body is being used as bait in the city lord's mansion, we don't know if we can fish her out, so we have to be more careful."
"Since the bait is in the city lord's palace, I think this one is fake." Mu Lao was still kneeling on the ground.
Ling Ran didn't say anything and used a little force on his hands.
His spiritual power was like thin thorns, quickly piercing into Song Ling's spiritual consciousness from his fingertips. The biting pain spread instantly, like a poisonous snake gnawing, and was accompanied by a bulging numbness.
Although Song Ling felt pain, she endured it without giving any reaction, just waiting to see how Ling Ran would react.
On the other side, after testing for a while, Ling Ran saw that the woman in his hand had not moved, so he loosened his grip, threw the woman back into the dye vat, and said with great disappointment: "It seems that it's not her, but... if it's her, what?"
This ghostly fragrance in the meeting? She was so delicate that she didn't even drink ordinary tea before."
These words fell into Song Ling's ears, which was very ironic.
Ling Ran still remembers her preferences?
It's really a gentle knife, a murderous knife.
After muttering a few words, Ling Ran turned around and helped Mu Lao up.
"Since the master says no, I will cut the material tonight." Mu Lao quickly expressed his loyalty and said: "There is enough mist and yarn this month, and the master can take it away at any time."
"Don't worry, let me check the quality. The Wuluosha you handed over last time did not meet Zigui's requirements. If something goes wrong this time, even I can't protect you." Ling Ran's eyes flashed slightly.
After saying that, he smiled and walked to the outermost dye vat with his hands behind his back.
The flower-like girl was lifted up by Ling Ran a few times, and then melted into something like human skin, hanging softly on Ling Ran's hand.
"How long has this one been soaked?" Ling Ran pinched the thing and turned around to ask Mu Lao.
"Master, please wait for a moment. I'm going to say goodbye now." Mu Lao turned around and took a long stick to Ling Ran's side. After stirring the pool for a few times, he replied: "It's full term and you can enter the gauze."
."
However, Ling Ran only used a little magic, and the human skin-like thing cracked inch by inch and turned into ashes in a dye vat.
Mu Lao was frightened and fell to his knees again.
"This kind of thing can't resist even the most basic spells. If it's sent to the front line, how can it resist the attacks of those monsters? Do it again." Ling Ran's tone was not harsh, but it was enough to make Mu Lao fight.
"Yes, yes, master, please calm down. I will buy another slave now." Mu Lao kowtowed, begging Ling Ran for forgiveness.
Ling Ran just leaned over expressionlessly to help Mu Lao up and said: "You are my only confidant in this city. You are not even considerate in your work. Who can I trust? The delivery date is approaching.
Well, if you can’t deliver something that satisfies Zigui by then, your son..."
Now, Mu Lao was even more frightened.
"Don't worry." Ling Ran reached out and patted Mu Lao's shoulder with a slightly cold voice, "As long as you handle things properly, wherever your son goes... I will give your son a good word."
Seeing Ling Ran leave, Mu Lao let out a deep breath and followed him out with staggering steps.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, Mu Lao came back with a woman with her hair wrapped in a bun.
There were people following the woman.
They are all teenage girls, looking as thin and restless as a frightened bird.
"Are you satisfied, old manager?" The woman smiled with a smile on her face, grabbed the little girl behind her, pushed her to her, and said flatteringly: "I'm afraid your price will still go up. Although the world is not good now, but
There are fewer and fewer families coming to Luocheng from outside, and fewer are willing to sell their daughters."
"Money is not an issue." Mu Lao coughed a few times, glanced around the little girl with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said, "It's just that you should know that if I were both a pure daughter born in Yin, you sent me the gift last time.
Ten, five of them were born at the Yang time, but it almost ruined my good job."
Every little girl who was seen by Mu Lao could not help but tremble, it was a terrifying feeling of being on the verge of death.
The woman was stunned for a moment, covered her lips with a smile, and explained: "I don't understand these yin and yang things of yours, little woman... I have shown you all the birth dates and horoscopes, absolutely.
I won’t cheat.”
Snapped!
Mu Lao suddenly got angry, raised his hand and slapped the woman to the ground. He walked over a few steps, looked down at the woman with an aura that was definitely not that of an old man, and said: "This is a business of losing your head, so you make money, but if you
If you are unwilling to go all out and do things seriously, then I will kill you before you kill me."
At some point, a broad knife was held in Mu Lao's hand.
The woman felt a chill all over her body, her eyes turned white, and she fainted.
Seeing this, Mu Lao sneered and straightened up, looking at the little girl closest to him.