I'm afraid I'm quite suffering from picking snow here.

When Shi Congyi found the messy footprints, most of them appeared on the thick and thick wood edges of moist and thick. These were traces left by the leather boots of the mountain people. Judging from the patterns and models, they should belong to Meng Dafang.

Apart from that, there were no other footprints.

"Go back." Shi Congyi was greatly disappointed, while Yan Sanlang looked around. So far, there were no clues that Meng Dafang's disappearance was attacked by others, and he could not be linked to the missing princess team.

The clues that happened by chance were interrupted again.

Shi Congyi was secretly anxious. Although Wei You had been in a standstill for three years, the bonds established by the two countries were still very fragile. The hatred accumulated over the years and misunderstandings were far from being eliminated. Duke Xuanping mainly had an accident in the territory of Wei, and the relationship between the two countries might deteriorate.

Yan Sanlang heard Qiansui whisper: "It looks familiar, this place."

"Have you been here?" He didn't know much about Qiansui's past.

She didn't answer, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

...

After the two owners left, Huang He and his family scattered and collected clues about the "Three-Eyed Monster" in Sanjiao Town.

In various small shops in the town, the image of the three-eyed monster is not uncommon. Many amulets are made into their appearance, including cloth, wooden, bamboo, and all adults and children.

Even the window paper of some houses has been cut into the shape of a three-eyed monster. After years of circulating, the monster's figure has been simplified to the same as a monkey, and only the vertical pupils on the forehead are emphasized. This is also its easiest feature to remember.

The locals call it "Bowu", which means a terrifying monster.

Huang He and Huang Er asked many villagers, and the answers they got were similar, similar to what Lian Rongsheng said and what Yan Sanlang heard, and there was nothing new.

Even if the legend is true, it happened a long time ago. People's lifespan is too short, and the oldest old man here also heard the story of "Bowu" from his father.

After generations of word-forward transmission, the legend has been winged, sharp corners are installed, and the body is lengthened, turning into a monster with four appearances.

It is difficult to find some available clues from the legend.

Huang Dagang came out of Bowu Temple.

As the name suggests, this small temple worships the three-eyed monster.

Anyone who has heard the legend of Bowu was surprised that the incense in the small temple was surprisingly prosperous.

The temple is very small and covers only seven or eight square meters of land. If you place a shrine, altars and a few cushions, you will not be able to stand in the temple.

However, the incense burner was filled with incense pillars of varying lengths, smoke and fire. On the altar were a few eggs, half a chicken and half a pig's head. Judging from the incense ash falling from the pig's head, they were placed soon.

Miaozhu is a half-deaf old man, and Huang Da roars to him. When his throat was almost broken, the old man finally figured out the question he raised, and then shook his head and gave a concise two-word answer:

"I don't know."

He didn't know who could find the monster, nor why the monster disappeared, and could not even provide a slight useful clue.

Huang Da was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

However, before vomiting blood, his throat was already smoking and he needed to drink a drink.

Three hundred feet away is the tavern.

But he is now doing the task, the little master told me.

Huang Da thought it through after two breaths. It didn't take long to drink a glass of wine, and he could make some talk in the tavern. It was said that it was the most well-informed place.

He walked in with peace of mind, asked for a pot of wine, and pricked up his ears to listen.

The tavern is not small, and half of the guests are full. There are foreign guests and locals here, and they are all trivial. Huang Dagutu took a few sips, and he felt that the wine here was inferior, which was far inferior to the fine wines in Chunming City.

It seems that it can only quench thirst.

He finished filling half a pot in one breath and was about to go out, but he heard a quarrel outside.

The tavern was facing the gambling house gate. From his perspective, he could see someone in the gambling house being blocked at the door and not allowed to go out.

This is a thin old man, at least in his seventies, with a slightly slim back, a head full of white hair, and his eyelids drooped, turning his eyes into triangular eyes.

Huang Da heard from the fortune teller in Chunming City that his face with high cheekbones and poor cheeks shows that this person is mean and has little blessings, and even if he does not have immediate troubles, he will have distant worries.

Obviously he is worried now. Because the man in the casino guarding the door pushed him inside, almost staggering: "I want to go out and pay back the money!"

"When did I owe you money?" The old man scolded him with his hands trembling, "Get out of the way, or I'll report to the official!"

"It is natural to pay back the debt, and it is the same as the one who reports it to the official."

The old man looked at him squintedly: "I don't know why I was here, you tied me up!"

The man laughed angrily: "Why are you pretending to be stupid? Why don't you pretend to be stupid? Please ask who doesn't know you here?"

There was a constant stir between the two sides, and the voices reached the tavern, and the guests talked: "I'm still in the gambling house at such an old age, I'm really an old gambling guy."

"It's called Zhang Baiwan." This is a topic that a local drinker made. "It's not just an old gambling man, but also a legendary figure here."

"What kind of legendary method?" Everyone was immediately excited, "Tell me, tell me!"

Huang Da also raised his ears. He was collecting information. The little master said, don’t let go of any turbulence, yes, that’s it!

"This Zhang Baiwan was also a famous rich man far and wide when he was young. His family was worth a million yuan, so he got this name." With the blessing of everyone's eyes, the local drinker took a sip of wine again, "It's a pity that he can't keep his wealth. He likes to bet!"

"After so many years, he has squandered his property and can still owe a P-share debt." The drinker smiled, "But this man is also a little capable. He has seen him at the end of his life several times, but he can turn a lot of money and become a rich man again."

Others were curious: "Where did the money come from? What kind of livelihood does this person do?"

"I heard that he was doing some calligraphy and painting business in the city in his early years. Later, he got sick and returned to the town to recuperate, and spent all his money."

While everyone was talking, a woman in blue suddenly came on the street and pushed away the hand of the man guarding the gate: "Don't touch him!"

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and was a pretty girl with a slightly honey-colored skin. Somehow, when Huang Da first saw her, he inexplicably remembered the embroidered kingfisher with blue feathers and blue tails by Chunshentang Lake. When he stared at someone, his eyes were also round and bright.

The big man smiled: "It's just right, so we can't find you again."

The little girl stopped Zhang Baiwan and bit her lip: "How much money did you owe this time?"

"One hundred and seventy taels!"
Chapter completed!