Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 162: In every story, there are some unimportant people
Who is that person?
Jiang Shengming thought so on the way of escape, but he didn't dare to look back at all, because he was afraid that if he looked back, he would not be able to leave.
He just kept practicing Qinggong and ran towards the outside of the county town. His feet were flying, not caring about his disheveled hair and messy clothes, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment.
He didn't stop until he was three miles away from the county town, panting. Thinking of the previous knife attack, he was still afraid. If he hadn't been lucky enough to move aside, he would have collapsed in the inn now.
When did such a hidden weapon expert appear in the martial arts world? Why had he never heard of him before?
Could he be from the Tang Clan?
Jiang Shengming thought with a gloomy expression, adjusted his breath, and then he denied his own idea.
No, if he was from the Tang Sect, it would be impossible for such martial arts to have no reputation at all.
Could it be another old ghost who has been hiding from the world?
Jiang Shengming gritted his teeth, which reminded him of someone from the past.
Damn it, why are they all against us, the Eight Suffering Sect?
Thinking of this, he clenched his fists.
In the end, it was because his martial arts skills were inferior to others.
Just wait, until I have mastered the secret book of our sect, then we’ll see who can stop me.
With a hateful look in the direction of Qinghe County, Jiang Shengming turned and left.
One thing that has to be admitted is that He Lang back then left a profound impact on him.
He almost thought that He Lang was like a god or devil, omnipotent. This was one of the reasons why the disciples of the Eight Bitter Sect were so superstitious about the doctrine.
Even until now, most of them still believe that He Lang's failure was only due to God's will and had nothing to do with the imperial court or the underworld.
Jiang Shengming was someone who believed this, so he was eager to obtain He Lang's martial arts, and even more eager to obtain that omnipotent means. For this, he could do anything.
He believed that as long as he could cultivate divine power, he would be invincible. At that time, no one would be able to stop him.
He would make the Eight Bitter Sect reappear its former glory, command the world , and no one dared to disobey. Just like what he had seen before.
At the same time, Li Si and the confused Taoist interrogated the demon sect disciple they brought back. The man was very tight-lipped, and after questioning for a long time, they didn't get anything out of him.
In the end, the two of them sent him to the local Fengyu Tower, waiting for Xiao Muchu to give them a message. It is better to let professionals do this kind of professional work.
The next night, it rained a little in the county, and the inn had been surrounded by local detectives. Of course, even if it hadn't been surrounded, Li Si and his men wouldn't have been able to stay there.
They changed to another inn, and when they entered, they happened to meet the blind man from before.
The blind man was still playing the violin, but he had just moved to a new place and used a different bow. Without the old dog, he looked a little lonely sitting alone in front of the door.
When Li Si and the other two walked past him, the zither in his hand paused for a moment, probably because he played a wrong note.
Neither side said anything. Li Si and the others walked over, and the blind man started playing the piano again.
Inside the door, this inn was very lively, with guests coming and going in an endless stream.
I don’t know why the blind man used to beg outside that empty inn.
Maybe it was because of the old dog, maybe it was because of the shopkeeper, or maybe it was both.
In short, no one will think about why, because in this world, there are always unimportant people. No one will care about them, and no one will care about what they have lost, even if they may have lost everything.
Seeing Li Si and the others walk in, the waiter immediately came up to them and asked.
"Would you three like to have a quick meal or stay overnight?"
"Please, give us three upper rooms."
"Okay!" The waiter shook the sackcloth on his shoulders and said sideways, "Sir, please come in!"
It drizzled at night and the lights in the city were dim.
The inn was bustling with people, while the huqin sounded desolate under the eaves.
Perhaps all the phenomena in this world are already contained in these two.
Li Si's room was just above the blind man's. In the middle of the night, he opened the window and found the blind man still playing the violin.
He listened to a song, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at the faint moonlight in the rain.
After a long moment, he lowered his eyes and spoke to the people downstairs.
"Sir, I'm sorry that I couldn't save the shopkeeper yesterday."
The sound of the erhu downstairs suddenly fell silent, and after a while, a hoarse, sobbing sound was heard.
The crying sounded like the sound of a huqin, full of sorrow and grief, as if it seemed to stop but continued at the same time.
In fact, the reason why the blind man kept playing the violin in the inn was very simple. When he was tired, he liked to talk to the old dog. The old dog would never bark, but would only listen to him. Even if he talked for a whole day, it would not get bored.
No matter how bad the business was, the shopkeeper would always leave a bowl of porridge for him.
So the blind man kept pulling there, and even if he didn't make much money in a day, he never left.
But now, he had to leave. He didn't know where to go.
Does he complain? Actually, no, because this is the way the world is. He has been wandering for half his life and can no longer complain.
Then why was he crying? Perhaps he was deeply saddened and couldn't suppress it.
“Wuwu——”
A flute sound, neither light nor heavy, came from upstairs. It turned out that Li Si took out his flute.
The rain seemed to be getting lighter, and also heavier, and this world seemed to be more displaced.
Demonic Cult...
Li Si thought like this in the rain.
Should be covered here...
Something that has already perished should never appear in this world again.
Three days later, a message came from Fengyu Tower, saying that the Demon Cult was preparing to go to Yun County to look for the whereabouts of that woman.
Li Si and the other two did not stay for long and immediately set off towards Yun County.
In Chang'an City, Yan Tingzhi received a message saying that a murder case involving more than 30 people had occurred in Qinghe County, and the local detectives were unable to do anything, so they wanted to ask him to go and investigate.
He was the chief constable of the southeast, and Qinghe County happened to be under his jurisdiction, so after making some preparations, Yan Tingzhi set off there.
On the other side, Bai Yaoer has also arrived at Guijiang Mountain. Holding the Bagua plate borrowed from her father, she is looking for the whereabouts of the twisted grass.
But even when she got close, she couldn't figure out the location of the thing for a while. This was very strange, as if something was deliberately interfering.
There are things in this world that can interfere with the hexagrams, such as Feng Shui and specific formations.
But these things are almost lost like fortune-telling. Even if there are still successors, there are only a few of them, and most of them are not well-trained. How could they appear in such a place?
Bai Yaoer couldn't figure it out, but she had a vague feeling that this might be the arrangement left by their predecessors.
