Ren Qing discovered that the note was not a task assigned by the Jailer's Hall, but a private message.
The Dark Crow can indeed deliver messages, but it requires the consumption of Dark Feathers.
When he rubbed the paper with his index finger and thumb, he felt an inexplicable oiliness, as if he had been soaked in oil and water for a long time.
The word "Zhang Mu" is written on the paper, but it can be seen from the tip of the pen that the writing is harder.
Ren Qing thought back for a moment, and it seemed that he had not seen him since he helped Zhang Mu refine the magic weapon when Dameng Blacksmith first opened the shop.
He checked the back of the note.
As a result, no writing was found. Instead, it was filled with disordered lines, and there was no clue at all.
Ren Qing pinched his temples, and it made sense to send him a message. After all, the other party might recognize fewer guards.
Could it be that the content of the note was too urgent to be written clearly?
It seems that several months have passed. If it was really a matter of life and death, I'm afraid the body would have been completely cold.
Ren Qing sighed helplessly.
Then he took out Ming Yu and planned to ask the familiar jailer what happened.
Ren Qing did not dare to disturb Song Zongwu. After all, he had just been released from prison. It seemed that he could only find Huang Ziwan.
After the Ming Yu was lit, the paper mixed with it turned into smoke, and the figure of a Ming Crow could be vaguely seen passing by.
Ren Qing and Xiao Wu informed each other and then walked out of the Yamen.
The streets looked very festive, with lights and colorful decorations everywhere, and there were many children wearing new clothes chasing and playing.
The shouts of the vendors can still be heard across the street.
"New year cake, freshly baked rice cake..."
"Da Tang, come and eat Da Tang..."
Ren Qing felt a little strange. It was his first time to celebrate the New Year since time travel, as if he had returned to the human world.
He ate the unique snacks and wandered towards the end of the street.
I bought new year's goods on the way.
Ren Qing made a special trip to visit Butcher Zhang. The latter's face had not been glowing for a long time, indicating that the braised pork business was indeed good.
The new store opened on Hexing Street, which belongs to the territory of the Blood Dog Gang.
Ren Qing took out the New Year's goods from the prison in his belly. Butcher Zhang's eyes were narrowed. After taking the New Year's goods, he couldn't help but greet him with greetings.
"Ah Qing, you are also a pyrotechnics manager after all. Why do you always have to take jobs out of the city? It's really too dangerous."
Ren Qing glanced at the waiters in the store. Their legs all had traces of having practiced the Divine Foot Meridian, which showed that the Blood Dog Gang had hired many people.
He didn't have much objection to this.
The Blood Dog Gang allowed an outsider, Butcher Zhang, to develop such a large business, and no one could be completely at ease.
"Happy New Year, Brother Zhang, but I no longer do firework."
Ren Qing took out the banning order from his arms. Naturally, Butcher Zhang didn't recognize it and just thought it was a different yamen servant's responsibility within the yamen.
However, there was a waiter who had some discernment. His expression suddenly couldn't help being shocked, and when he poured tea for the guests, it spilled all over the floor.
Ren Qing exchanged greetings with Butcher Zhang and then left the shop.
Now that the goal has been achieved, the Blood Dog Gang no longer needs to pay attention. No matter how courageous they are, they will not dare to offend the official jailer.
Ren Qing was about to buy a jar of drinks when he saw someone walking towards him quickly.
He immediately felt that something was wrong, and the person who came was definitely an ordinary person.
Ghost Shadow is even more ready to go.
Ren Qinggang wanted to find a place with fewer people to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking and injuring people, but he quickly realized what he was doing.
Huang Ziwan was wearing brocade clothes, and in his hand was a paper fan with mountains and rivers painted on it. His originally purple-green skin was covered with rouge and gouache.
The passers-by around me were all covering their noses because the smell emitted from their bodies was too strong.
When Ren Qing saw Huang Ziwan looking so coquettish, he couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead.
Huang Ziwan put his arms around each other skillfully and said, "Brother Ren, I've been looking for you for a long time. Let's take a walk and change places to chat."
The two of them walked into a nearby teahouse and didn't have to worry too much in the private room.
After all, with their cultivation in the Ghost Envoy Realm, even if someone wants to listen in, they can easily detect it.
Huang Ziwan tasted the tea, raised his head and stared at Ren Qing strangely and said, "The stomach is a good place, right?"
“It’s really not bad.”
Ren Qing told the truth, but Huang Ziwan's expression showed pity, and there was a little admiration in his eyes.
The stomach within the stomach is used to imprison jailers who have lost control of their alienation. Therefore, many people talk about this place with disdain, including Huang Ziwan.
Even though Ren Qing had just become the official jailer, he was already famous just because he escaped from the stomach without any injuries.
If Huang Ziwan had not received the news from Ming Crow, he would have thought that the other party would not be able to come out.
"It's amazing."
"Old Huang, you look like this..."
Ren Qing hesitated to speak. To be able to dress up like this on the street must be a serious illness.
Huang Ziwan smiled, but he seemed more relaxed and relaxed: "It's not the Chinese New Year, I just want to take advantage of my free time to hang out."
He took a sip of tea, then pointed to the red mark on his neck and said, "As for these rouge and gouache, they were all put on by the lady in the flower house for me. How about it? Isn't the craftsmanship good?"
"Not bad……"
Ren Qing smiled and stared at Huang Ziwan's face, feeling goosebumps all over his body.
He quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what happened to Zhang Mu?"
Huang Ziwan stopped his playful smile, frowned and said, "This matter is not just about you, a total of 7,564 people in Xiangxiang have received similar notes."
Ren Qing didn't expect it would have such a far-reaching impact, so he couldn't help but take out the note from his arms and look at the content on it carefully.
"Zhang Mu received a mission and left the city in early June, but he disappeared after that."
"What exactly is the mission?"
"I was just escorting some things to Annan Town. In fact, the mission was not serious, but he disappeared for no reason."
Huang Ziwan didn't have a specific explanation, but it probably involved some secrets of the Jailer's Hall.
"As a result, by the end of July, many people received notes inexplicably. After investigation, it was found that they all had one thing in common: they had at least spoken to Zhang Mu."
Ren Qing asked doubtfully: "All in the way of the underworld crow?"
"That's not true."
"The methods vary, and most of them are letters whose origins cannot be traced, or even notes found when someone cuts open the belly of a fish."
"It seems Zhang Mu mistakenly entered the restricted area."
Ren Qing knows that the power that can break the rules is usually closely related to the forbidden area, just like those people whose existence has been erased by the disaster elimination forbidden area.
There are a large number of strange objects in the restricted area, and they have all kinds of strange abilities. It is difficult to use a piece of paper as a clue.
"The most troublesome thing is that this restricted area cannot be found so far."
Huang Ziwan shook his head helplessly. It would be easier if he knew the approximate location. The Jailer Hall is better at dealing with restricted areas.
"Currently, there are many jailers searching day and night near the official road from Sanxiang City to Annan."
Ren Qing nodded, and then asked about the follow-up of Heshan Town.
Huang Ziwan only talked about the troubles caused by Wuwei Sect, but did not mention the blind Taoist at all, as if he was deliberately concealed by the Prison Hall.
Ren Qing couldn't help but feel worried.
The blind Taoist has a very high status in the Wuwei Taoist Temple, and he probably knows a lot of secrets. If the Jailer Hall targets the Taoist temple because of this...
Ren Qing immediately gave up this speculation. The Jailer Hall was very cautious, so it was possible to establish a stable foothold in Xiangxiang.
Moreover, the Jailer Hall is somewhat aware of the existence of Wuwei Taoist Temple.
After all, Tiandaozi had been in contact with the Prisoner's Hall a long time ago, otherwise it would have been impossible to obtain the four targeted books of Prisoner's Law.
Ren Qing suddenly had a thought and had a very strange idea in his mind.
Isn't the situation of the blind Taoist being parasitized by Tiandao insects similar to that of the land? Is it related to the next big move of the Jailer's Hall?
Seeing that he was a little distracted, Huang Ziwan couldn't help but interrupt: "Ren Qing, you should be fine next, right?"
"What's wrong?"
Huang Ziwan grinned and said: "Then you will probably have to go to Annan Town. There is currently a mission that is short of manpower."
"Is it Annan Town again?"
"It has something to do with Zhang Mu's disappearance, but it's not about finding the restricted area. It's safer to take the official road."
Ren Qing quickly reacted: "Old Huang, by the way, before Zhang Mu disappeared, what exactly was he transporting to Annan Town?"
Huang Ziwan replied mysteriously: "A batch of flower seeds..."
"Flower seeds?"
Ren Qing couldn't help being stunned.
Abi Hell covers the entire Xiangxiang, and daily supplies and food are exchanged through the Prison Hall.
Since it is an important thing, why should we specially escort it there?
Huang Ziwan considered whether to tell Ren Qing.
Just when he was hesitating, a dark crow passed through the wall of the tea house and landed on Ren Qing's shoulder.
Just when the Hades was about to explode, the ghostly shadow immediately wrapped its body around it.
The flesh and blood was swallowed up by the ghost, and it slowly flowed through Ren Qing's palm, leaving behind a note full of mission descriptions.
Huang Ziwan's pupils dilated and he actually mastered another technique...
There is really no fear of alienation. Ordinary monks usually need to be extremely well prepared to practice magic, which will take at least several years.
But in the more than half a year since he had known Ren Qing, he had not only been promoted to the realm of ghost envoy, but his mastery of new techniques had not declined at all.
It will definitely become a bad situation in the future.
Ren Qing checked it, and sure enough, it was a mission from Annan Town, to retrieve a batch of thousands of kilograms of flowers and plants.
He spread his hands and looked at the other person.
Seeing this, Huang Ziwan no longer concealed anything, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Did you know that there is a flower in the Prison Hall named after the other side?"
"Higanbana?"
This was the first time Ren Qing had heard it, and he had never seen anyone mention it deliberately.
Huang Ziwan swallowed his saliva and said: "If you accidentally lose one of the three souls and seven souls, grind this flower into powder and apply it on your forehead to help summon the soul."
"You mean..."
Ren Qing's muscles were tense all over. If the function of Bianqinghua was to summon souls, then the intention of the Prisoner's Hall must be very obvious.
Currently, there are corpse dog souls, non-poison souls, and stinky lung souls in Abi Hell. Although I don’t know if they are the souls of Ksitigarbha, the Prisoner’s Hall obviously wants to use spiritualism again.
Huang Ziwan waved his hand: "I didn't say anything, just understand it yourself."
"The task starts after the new year, so we can still celebrate New Year's Eve."
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