On the day when Ren Qing and the jailer met, the long-lasting heat was suddenly swept away by the coolness, and wisps of rain fell.
Ren Qing left the Yamen early in the morning and headed towards the south of the city.
He noticed that there were far fewer members of the Blood Dog Gang on the streets. Only outside the Flower House Casino would they send people to keep an eye on them.
It can be seen from this that things about the Mud Club are fermenting secretly.
Although Ren Qing didn't know the specific situation, the fact that the monk in the Half-Zombie Realm died for no reason and the strange object was still missing was definitely not something that could be explained by an accident.
When the jailer intervened in the investigation, the Blood Dogs and other gangs tacitly chose to stop.
If the gangs in Sanxiang City want to survive better, the first thing they cannot offend is the jailer.
Ren Qing slowly arrived at the south of the city. The surrounding environment became much filthy, and there were some beggars with no fixed abode lying on the street.
Compared to other urban areas, the southern part of the city is more mixed, with gangs of various sizes on almost every street.
These gangs do not involve magic, and their numbers range from a dozen to hundreds.
The Mud Club is not actually a gang in the south of the city. It is distributed in various urban areas and is said to like to hide in nooks and crannies.
Not long after Ren Qing entered the south of the city, he attracted the attention of others, causing some sneaky figures to follow him.
They all looked sallow and thin, and they were afraid of the big sword behind Ren Qing's back if they didn't get close, so they just looked at them with their eyes.
You can still vaguely hear the sound of swallowing saliva.
Ren Qing showed no mercy at all, and had the slightest murderous intention brewing in his heart.
He knew that as long as he showed some flaws, these hyenas would swarm him.
Ren Qing continued to go deep into the south of the city.
The streets are gradually becoming lively, with various stalls lined up on both sides, and the prices are generally much cheaper than in other urban areas.
It should be related to the fact that gangs receive less money.
Ren Qing followed the location indicated on the paper and walked to the suburbs near the city wall, and then barely found a dilapidated wooden house.
Seeing this, the Hun people dispersed quickly, their eyes filled with fear.
Someone came here a few days ago.
It is said that at that time, he saw extremely terrifying ghosts and gods, he was so frightened that he didn't say anything, and he even fell seriously ill after returning.
Ren Qing carefully checked the area and found no trace of the jailer.
He had to wait patiently for a long time, but in the end there was not even a wild dog.
Ren Qing simply opened the door of the wooden house and stepped inside.
There was a large amount of debris piled up inside the wooden house, exuding a strange and pungent smell.
After Ren Qing was promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm, his sense of smell also became more sensitive, and he even analyzed the source of the smell.
As a pyrotechnics expert, the stench of the corpse was unmistakable.
Ren Qing's eyes turned, and he soon found a white bone that had been eaten by rats in the corner, with some flesh and blood still remaining on it.
He couldn't help but frown. Since the jailer put the meeting point here, it couldn't be wrong. Is there something else hidden?
Ren Qing thought for a moment.
Every detail in the house comes to mind, even the tiny particles of dust.
He soon discovered something strange. There was no obvious difference in the gaps between the connected wooden boards. They should have been moved not long ago.
After Ren Qing stepped on it a few times, he immediately concluded that there was a secret passage underneath.
He removed the debris, and a huge wooden board was revealed on the ground, connected to a half-meter tunnel.
The stone walls inside the tunnel are full of rodent gnawing marks.
In Ren Qing's opinion, such a large scale should have been formed after a long period of excavation, as if thousands of rats had excavated it bit by bit.
Otherwise, there would be no need for jailers to seal off the restricted area, and with some monks practicing the Rat Infestation Art, the mountain could be easily hollowed out.
I'm afraid there are similar burrows in Sanxiang City.
However, the burrows are all extending outside the city and are not excavated toward the inside of the city. It can be seen that the Jailer's Hall is still somewhat clear.
The jailer will never allow gangs to expand without permission.
Ren Qing carefully got into the cave and re-sealed the entrance. His eyes suddenly became pitch black.
Because the space was too small, he had to crawl forward, but he was able to bend up after walking a certain distance.
Ren Qing originally thought that the air in this underground tunnel would be extremely turbid, but he did not expect that the ventilation was very good, and he could even feel the breeze blowing from everywhere.
After walking for less than half an hour, he suddenly heard a faint sound in the distance.
He kept his footsteps as low as possible, placed his right hand on the Da Miao knife, and his legs showed signs of being transformed into a werewolf.
The sound stopped suddenly, as if the other party also realized that someone was approaching.
Ren Qing secretly cursed a few times. Could it be that he had mistaken the gathering place?
Wait, why does this scene seem so familiar?
The black shadow rushed towards Ren Qing from the top of the stone wall at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye and without making any movement.
In just an instant, a black shadow stopped not far from him, and a long and narrow tongue shot out like an arrow from a bow.
His tongue brushed past Ren Qing.
Ren Qing said with a smile on his face: "How long have we not seen each other? Senior Huang, are you doing this again?"
"Brother Ren, I happen to be in need of a monk who can master the eye-pupil technique, so I recommend you."
Huang Ziwan jumped off the stone wall with a complicated expression.
If he read it correctly, when Ren Qing faced his own attack, he would instinctively move sideways in advance.
Moreover, the entrance and exit of the underground cave are not easy to find. I thought it would take several hours, but I didn't expect it to be so fast.
It’s been a long time since I last saw you. My strength has increased so obviously...
I think it won't take long to be promoted to the realm of ghost envoy.
Ren Qing asked curiously: "How could Lannihui be attacked and killed in his own home?"
Huang Ziwan casually took out a bottle of wine from his arms, drank it and said, "We are walking and chatting. We are still some distance away from the body."
He really didn't like staying in the cave, but the problem of rat infestation involves epidemic poison, so he had no choice but to be sent here.
"The situation this time is a bit complicated. The death of the corpse is extremely strange. The Jailer Hall suspects that it is deeply involved."
"..."
Ren Qing had already noticed something strange. As the two of them gradually approached the scene of the incident, possum corpses could be seen everywhere in the cave.
The possums all have the same human face, their eyes widen in shock after death, their bodies appear anthropomorphic to varying degrees, and their teeth are dark green.
Seeing this, Huang Ziwan reminded: "The rat corpses here contain plague poison. If you touch them below the ghost realm, you will die."
Ren Qing nodded, unable to help but feel doubts in his heart.
He had come into contact with the monks who practiced the Possum Art. There was a price to pay for transforming the Possum clone into a human body, and it was absolutely impossible to cast the spell so continuously.
Moreover, with the Rat Mother's alienation route, the epidemic poison shouldn't be so severe.
The two of them crossed the corner.
Ren Qing couldn't help but his pupils dilated.
Possum corpses piled up like mountains, some of which had even completely transformed into human bodies, and they all looked exactly the same.
Humph, who dares to say that a person with an adjunct to the stomach is useless?
