Zhongzheng Street.

This is where Xiao Ling came from. You can see shops selling talismans and funeral supplies everywhere.

Riding an old cow while walking on the street will turn heads quite a lot.

I guess no one thought that someone would ride an old cow to buy such a thing.

Asking Lao Niu to wait under the tree outside the shop, Xiao Ling chose a house at random and went in.

But after a moment, he came out shaking his head. Apparently he didn't find what he needed when he went in, and he probably went in the wrong direction.

Later, Xiao Ling learned to be smart and checked the name of the store first before going in, but most of the time he came back empty-handed.

Zhongzheng Street is very big, and it is obviously not easy to walk around it all.

Moreover, he also asked several shopkeepers and found that the items sold throughout Zhongzheng Street were all similar, and there were no special talismans.

If I want to talk about something special, it is a matter of price. The higher the price, the better the quality of the talisman paper will be.

The materials used to make talisman paper must be relatively special, and everything depends on money.

This made Xiao Ling a little uncomfortable. Lan Zheng's jade slips only described the talisman in one stroke, without any useful information.

He only mentioned that he had seen talisman paper suitable for making talismans in Shangyi City, but there was no specific style or address.

This posed a problem for Xiao Ling, who could only wander around Zhongzheng Street aimlessly.

It seems that it is very difficult to find talisman paper that matches the spiritual power to draw and form talismans in a short period of time.

After shopping for a long time with no results, Xiao Ling had no choice but to go to the largest talisman selling shop and buy several copies of the talisman papers in the top five price ranges.

The material used to make the talisman paper was indeed very good. Although he could not tell what it was made of, it did not prevent him from distinguishing the quality from the bad.

It was really expensive. Looking at the remaining silver, Xiao Ling felt that if he didn't make money anymore, he would have to drink the northwest wind.

It is simply impossible to move without money.

After buying the talisman paper, he went to the Wenfang Sibao store.

He went around and around but never found a brush that he was satisfied with, which made him very disappointed.

Finally, on the recommendation of the shop owner, he bought a writing brush that was said to be made from the hair of a white wolf king.

He also said that it was the treasure of their store. If he hadn't seen Xiao Ling to identify the goods, the owner would not have taken it out.

Xiao Ling didn't believe a word of what the shopkeeper said, but he had his own judgment on whether the pen was good or not.

After coming out of the store, the money in his pocket had shrunk severely again, and it could no longer support his daily life.

Even the old cow's fodder money was used up by him, leaving it empty.

Secretly sighing, Xiao Ling's original plan was completely overturned.

Fortunately, you don't need anything else to draw the talisman, you just need to seal the spiritual power into the talisman paper.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have the tools to draw talismans, and he could be said to be the most awkward cultivator.

But where to get money?

Lao Niu carried Xiao Ling back to Mudwa Alley step by step, but stopped dozens of meters away from the small courtyard.

Xiao Ling saw a few people standing in front of the door from a distance, looking around.

Xiao Ling saw them, and they also saw Xiao Ling stopped in the distance.

Both parties were stunned at the same time, and then saw one of them running into the courtyard, and a young man running towards him quickly.

Xiao Ling stood still and didn't move, letting the young man run to him.

After just a few steps, I was out of breath and it seemed that I lacked exercise.

The young man slowed down for a moment, pointed at Xiao Ling and said:

"Old man, do you still dare to come back?"

Xiao Ling looked surprised. Why didn't he dare to come back? What happened?

There was a noise in the distance, and many people ran out of the small courtyard and surrounded Xiao Ling. They stared eagerly as if they would swarm him if anything went wrong.

Other people in Mud Wai Alley knew what was going on at a glance. They knew the origins of these people and knew they couldn't afford to offend them.

Therefore, the door was closed tightly, and I did not dare to have any intention of defending Xiao Ling.

A gap opened in the surrounding crowd, and a middle-aged man with a sinister look walked in.

The visitor looked Xiao Ling up and down, his old face really made him unwary.

However, there are exceptions. In short, the corpses buried under the locust tree cannot be faked.

After thinking for a moment, he said in a cold voice:

"I am the master of Shadowless Hall, Yuan Hua!"

"The old man doesn't want to explain?"

Xiao Ling was confused. From the time he was discovered to the time he was questioned, to be honest, he really didn't know what happened.

So he shook his head and smiled: "What should I explain?"

"If you have anything to say, just tell me. I'm very busy and don't have much time to talk nonsense with you."

Yuan Hua's eyes narrowed. He was surrounded by so many people but showed no fear at all. He didn't believe that he didn't have any means at his disposal.

With a place like this surrounded by people, and with him, Yuan Hua, even a congenital master might feel resentful here.

Unless the opponent is a martial arts master!

But looking at Xiao Ling's flabby muscles, his defenseless sitting posture, his thin body and his palms like bones.

Yuan Hua doesn't believe it at all if the other party is a martial arts master.

Besides, how can any martial arts master come to a place like this to suffer?

The great master is famous all over the world. Wherever he goes, he is greeted by distinguished guests from various houses. How could he hide his name in a place like Mudwa Alley?

Although his guess was close to ten, Yuan Hua still did not dare to act rashly.

Because he didn't know the details of Xiao Ling, Yuan Hua was afraid of kicking the iron plate due to his unscrupulous appearance.

People at the bottom always have their own cleverness and are the best at assessing the situation.

If you are not strong enough and have no background, then they will be like a hungry wolf that stares at you and will not be willing to accept it until it peels off your skin and gnaws your bones.

If you are strong yourself or have a strong background, then they will be as obedient as a docile dog.

That kind of reckless fool has been buried in the soil, sunk into the river, and even turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

The reason why Wuyingtang can survive in Mud Alley until now is because it is cautious, cautious, and more cautious.

Shangyi is a big city, and there are as many people as dogs who know how to do martial arts, and those who have cultivated their skills are everywhere.

People with innate cultivation can often be seen, and there are even several masters.

There are martial arts schools, gangs, sects, thugs raised by powerful families in the city, and guest officials.

One link after another, a little carelessness will lead to the destruction of Wuyingtang.

Wuyingtang is just a nameless gang that controls some people to do some petty theft. He, Yuan Hua, is not in the acquired realm and cannot withstand the storm.

It only lasted a moment, but countless possibilities were already running through Yuan Hua's mind.

So he stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Old man, let's go back first and talk about it first."

As for what it is, you will know it when you see it.

After speaking, he raised his head to the others, and the crowd slowly opened a path for the old cow to pass.

Xiao Ling patted Lao Niu gently, and Lao Niu followed the passage left by the crowd towards the small courtyard.

Yuan Hua and his men followed closely behind Xiao Ling, staring intently at Lao Niu.

As long as Xiao Ling's identity is found out, it doesn't matter whether he swarms him or laughs him off.

As soon as he entered the yard, Xiao Ling found several corpses lying on the ground.

Judging from the soil scattered nearby, it should have been dug out from under the locust tree.

Xiao Ling instantly understood what Yuan Hua was talking about, but why were there corpses buried here?

No wonder when he came out of the house and saw that the soil had been renovated, he thought it was done by the person who delivered the fodder.

Moreover, the locust tree has been growing very well during this period. It turns out that it absorbs flesh and blood to grow, which is difficult to think about.

Since it was not the person who delivered the fodder, it seemed that there was someone else. If I had known at that time, I should have used my spiritual sense to detect it.

But who did it?

The old cow stands guard outside the house every day. It is impossible for him not to know if someone comes in.

Old cow?
Chapter completed!