The long night seemed to be endless. When Jiang Wen once again stood at the entrance of Nether Alley, looking at the dilapidated streets filled with water vapor and covered with moss, he fell into deep thought.

"It's obviously been a long time since the third watch, why are you still not ready for dawn?"

Jiang Wen, who was silent, could always taste some familiar things in such a night, hoping that maybe if he walked through this street and turned a certain corner, he would be able to see the familiar neon lights and thousands of tourists.

, there will still be busy taxis wandering in the streets and alleys, and the deep and clear sound of the midnight radio station can be heard in the cars.

But after passing through the mist, only the lonely short tower still stood at the entrance of the Nether Alley, and the sound of the swirling and subdued wind echoed endlessly.

The moment they stepped into this place, the black and white shadows leading the way disappeared. They were unwilling to face the place where their master died and where master and apprentice suddenly parted ways forever.

Jiang Wen actually didn't want to come here, but he knew that he was determined not to avoid this alley tonight.

The key to leveraging the White Lotus Sect lies in the Red Lotus Virgin, in the Netherworld Engravings, in the Nine Nether Scriptures, and must also be in this Netherworld Alley that seems to belong only to the dead.

The numerous Hengmen still press against the sky of the alley, countless stone couplets left by the Song Dynasty have been shaved away, but the high walls rebuilt in the Ming Dynasty still guard the two sides majestically. In the Nether Book Shop on the left, the evil wind blows up.

Broken chapters and pages were scattered all over the ground, swaying like paper money on a grave.

The crumbling houses and scaffoldings are still struggling to survive, and they are still covered with dirty ink paper that was recently printed. When the wind blows, they turn into ghost butterflies flying in the sky, ready to attack people.

Jiang Wen stepped into it and saw that the zombies that had once stood there were gone. It must have been cleaned up and put away during the day, and the courtyard was turned to pieces. Even the tombstones of the eunuchs were smashed.

The bones of the corpses in the tomb are jutting out, as if they were scattered and bleak during their lifetimes.

"Monk Bujie is eager to find the Mani Orb, and his men are not kind people. Even if these corpses are taken away, I'm afraid they won't go anywhere good..."

A gust of wind blew, and Jiang Wen smelled the faint smell of rotting corpses floating in the air again, but his expression suddenly became clear, "The bones are stored in the righteous village opposite."

Jiang Wen jumped up, and with the flow of internal energy, he turned around and suddenly climbed three feet higher. He instantly climbed up the courtyard wall and looked at the gloomy old house opposite, hoping to find traces in advance among the cobwebs and corpses.

But at this moment, Jiang Wen suddenly saw an erratic figure swaying in the narrow Netherworld Alley, who had just jumped down from the ferry tower with both feet stiff.

At first, Jiang Wen only thought that Black and White Wu Chang had come in, but the shadowy figure could not be seen clearly, and his movements were also very strange. Just when Jiang Wen was confused, his limbs became stiff, and his head hung low, and he suddenly stood up from the ground.

In an instant, he crossed the high wall of Netherworld Alley and disappeared into the depths of Yizhuang!

Such superb Qinggong, and so familiar, the fright in his eyes only lasted for a moment, and Jiang Wen knew what he should do...

Chase!

A wall could not stop Jiang Wen's footsteps. When the rabbit had risen and the falcon had fallen, he followed him and fell into the courtyard. When he landed, he inevitably stirred up dust on the ground.

Not far away, all the doors and plaques of the Yizhuang houses disappeared, leaving only dark doors. The rotten wooden doorposts on both sides read "No coffins are allowed to be stored around the first ban" and "Beggars are not allowed to borrow coffins in the second ban."

"Stay overnight." He innocently opened his eyes made of torn paper lanterns and stared at Jiang Wen.

This place was originally supposed to be a temple, but I don’t know when it became a place for coffins to be placed.

There was an unidentified figure in the hall of Yizhuang, walking among the dead bones. Jiang Wen rushed over and without hesitation pulled out the ancient bronze sword from his waist. The cold light had already illuminated it.

Deserted hall.

As soon as the two met each other, Jiang Wen heard the indistinguishable voice of male and female.

"……you again?!"

The movement of the shadow in Yi Zhuang stagnated for a moment, and the dazed figure quickly pulled away, reflecting seamlessly among the rotten bones of zombies in the courtyard. By the way, a thick and unpleasant smell of putridity was stirred up. In the blink of an eye, it merged into the thick and indissoluble smell.

Open in the dark.

The Yi Zhuang suddenly filled with dust. Jiang Wen swung his sword to catch up. The shadow penetrated into the aisles on both sides of the dilapidated Buddhist hall and turned into a trance-like ghost. Then he recited strange words in a sharp and harsh voice like a night owl.

scriptures.

Jiang Wen suddenly lost sight of him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the withered and damaged Buddha statue in the center of Yi Zhuang. It seemed that someone had pushed it, and the lotus platform collapsed, revealing the mud base of the base. It fell to pieces on the ground.

But at the moment when the damaged Tathagata statue was pushed down, countless strange shadows in the righteous village began to dance quietly in accordance with the sound of the sutra.

【If I turn to the fire soup, the fire soup will dry up on its own.】

As soon as he finished speaking, the sitting Arhat suddenly fell down from his seat on the statues of Arhats in the aisles on both sides. This fall was caused by the stupid fall of a heavy object. There was a loud noise and the lower body collapsed, revealing the straw stuffed in the statue and a piece of it.

All dead bones!

【If I go to hell, hell will destroy itself.】

The long-browed Arhat also suddenly jumped down from the throne. The action of stroking his eyebrows with both hands caused his center of gravity to become unstable. He hit the ground top-heavy and smashed his head. He turned his withered yellow skull and stared at Jiang Wen.

【If I surrender to a hungry ghost, the hungry ghost will be satisfied.】

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat was originally riding on an ugly dragon. At this time, it suddenly shook. When his feet broke free from the restraints of the statue, it also tore the rosette, revealing a pale skeleton leg bone, covered with traces of brittle splendor.

【If I turn to Shura, my nausea will subdue itself.】

The happy Arhat was shaped into a posture of raising his hands in celebration and elated. He was suddenly shrouded in an evil atmosphere. Suddenly, the place where his chest was exposed suddenly shattered. His empty belly was wrapped by a few shriveled ribs. His smile was daunting.

Fearful.

Gradually, all the arhats in the hall showed the strange appearance of coexisting skeletons and dharma, and they woke up one after another in different ways. Jiang Wen suddenly discovered that the eyes of all the statues seemed to be emitting scarlet light, and looked at Jiang Wen quietly and calmly.

…

"That's enough. You dare to come to your class even if you are a trivial person."

The sword light was like a gossamer, floating in the air suddenly and uncertainly. It didn't know when it had caught the black shadow's throat, and it was frozen in the air and glowing faintly.

Jiang Wen, who was holding the sword in one hand, closed his eyes and had a proud smile on his face. The ancient bronze sword was close to the opponent's neck, and he could cut off his head with just one step closer.

"There are people with such perseverance in the world..."

The ghost-faced man said quietly.

Jiang Wen smiled mysteriously, naturally he would not tell him that he had already understood the poisonous smoke of the White Lotus Sect, and would not be fooled a second time.

"Your Majesty sounds like you know me. I wonder if you should take off the mask yourself, or should I do it for you?"

The ghost-faced man who was forced to reveal his body slowly stood up from the ground. The face wearing the twisted and twisted ghost mask showed a very complicated look. He stretched out his hand and took off the mask little by little, only to reveal a picture of Jiang Wen beaten to death.

An unexpected face...

"Director Jiang, long time no see."

Putting aside the disguise of his voice, the ghost-faced man returned to his original rough voice. In addition to his five willow whiskers, his thin and mean face also had a pair of triangular eyes. He seemed to be frowning all the time, thinking deeply.

The experience of the Minyue Ancient City in Wuyi Mountain was still before his eyes, so Jiang Wen would never mistake the guy in front of him as one of the original Five Shaolin Elders, the current head of the Wudang Sect, and the official uncle of Hong Xi——

Feng Daode!

"If I didn't want to reveal my martial arts skills tonight, how could you easily catch me?"

The Taoist in front of him still sounded angry, but his expression did not change. It is true that he is the leader of the Shaolin and Wudang families, and his attainments in internal skills and moves have already been perfected. Just now, he was more anxious to escape, but he did not expect Jiang Wen to be able to do so.

Recover quickly from toxic fumes.

"Is this the point? You are not anti-war, only anti-defeat, are you?!"

Jiang Wen put away the ancient bronze sword and stared at Feng Daode's old face in front of him and asked, "Master Feng, should you first explain why you are in this righteous village! And you are dressed up like this?"

Looks like a ghost!"

Jiang Wen had made it very clear, and even planned to take down the general ledger in Wuyi Mountain and ask him to explain why he showed up confidently in every situation that disrupted the situation.

Feng Daode snorted coldly, and only eight words came out of his mouth.

"When someone entrusts you, you can't help yourself."

Jiang Wen almost laughed out loud.

"Are you being entrusted by others again? Master Feng, you have committed murderous crimes one after another, causing trouble all over the city. I'm afraid you can't restore the reputation of the Wudang Sect by being so involuntary!"

Even if the snake strikes seven inches, Feng Daode hides his head and only wants to dodge tonight because of his identity as the head of the Wudang Sect. At this time, even if the disciples of the Wudang Sect are involved in the mess in Fuzhou City, it may cause hidden dangers, so the interests of all parties

While thinking about it, what he was most worried about was having his whereabouts exposed.

And Jiang Wen didn't want to get angry with him. He just said it straight away. It would be interesting to see if Feng Daode was angry enough to kill the enemy.

Sure enough, Feng Daode, who was the leader of a sect and was not the leader of a grass-roots sect like Jiang Wen, even though he stared at Jiang Wen menacingly, he still said slowly after a long while: "I didn't kill anyone."

"Did you fight with me at Netherworld Bookshop that day to hunt down Protector Huang? Wasn't the death of Chang Qingzi, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect outside the alley, your plan? The White Lotus Sect's Holy Mother of Red Lotus mysteriously disappeared. Was it not related to you?

It’s irrelevant? Someone is targeting and killing the escorts of Fuwei Escort Agency day and night. Isn’t it your credit?”

Jiang Wen frowned and said with a hint of joking, "How is it different from stabbing someone to kill them, saying it's not me, but a soldier?"

"I was only entrusted by someone to arrest Protector Huang, so I also used the identity of the White Lotus Sect. I was also careful when discussing with you and never hurt him. It was obviously because he was suspicious and thought someone was plotting him, so he ran away again and again, and finally

Scared myself to death."

Feng Daode sighed deeply and raised his left hand, revealing a strange-shaped knife in his palm.

"In addition, the other things you mentioned have nothing to do with me. Wudang and Qingcheng are both from the Taoist sect. I came to Yizhuang tonight to look for clues. I want to find out the real person who attacked and killed Taoist Master Hui Lv.

fierce……"

Jiang Wen glanced at the ghost mask on the ground and said without hesitation: "Do you think we, the people's police, will believe your lies?!"

This is a lie. He is so sneaky late at night. As long as Jiang Wen is not blind, he will not believe his lies.

In order to protect the reputation of the Wudang Sect, Feng Daode tried his best to tell the truth, for fear that Jiang Wen would put all these shit on his head.

He knows that in critical moments, instead of making up excuses and swearing, it is often better to analyze and confess your intentions, which will be more effective.

"Director Jiang, this Yizhuang has been a place for bone examinations in the past dynasties. It was occupied by the Ti Xing Si in the former Song Dynasty, and was used by the Fuzhou Si Town during the Hongwu period. What's wrong with me coming here to examine the corpses? Did you hear that?
To be continued...