Walking down the long and slippery stone steps, it was dark but open in front of me, with torches embedded in the rock wall, but the light of the fire could not shine too far away, and the darkness was like a lead cloud before a rainstorm.

This is an underground cavern, where the smell of moisture, rancidity, and feces and urine is mixed together, and the smell in the cave is really not good.

The open ground was littered with messy stalls and dilapidated shacks, and under the faint light, the eyes were full of numb and pale faces.

Leng Linjiang walked over with such a group of people, although they were all ragged and disgraced, and they had tried their best to keep a low profile, but the fresh air on their bodies still attracted the attention of countless people.

The air seemed to freeze all at once, and the cacophony suddenly became mute.

A series of indifferent, gloomy, complex, and scrutinizing eyes fell on his body like a sword, Leng Linjiang ignored it, did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, and walked over calmly.

The river was rolling with the smell of rancid and damp, and the dark river in the ground was particularly uncalm, with the water rolling and making a roaring sound.

The inky black river is tumbling, and the bottomless river surface is reflected with the brilliance of the phantom purple and gold.

There were endless boats coming and going on the river, and a dim lone lamp on the bow of the boat flickered, illuminating the ripples that were fading away in the floating light.

On the top of the high cave, there are countless stalactites hanging upside down, the shape is peculiar, the luster is clear, and the magnificent and wonderful light meets in mid-air, reflected in the water, and weaves into a piece of beautiful water ripple fine lines.

On the other side of the river is the same cave, but a completely different landscape.

The roof of the cave is as black as ink, and the dense stalactites are brilliant and beautiful, and the lights in the lower places are as bright as gold, like starlight.

The lights wander around, the heavy eaves rest on the top endlessly, and the figures are like waves and seas, just like a bizarre underground Chang'an.

Leng Linjiang and his party stood on the bank of the river, their faces full of shock.

They have been to the ghost market more than once, but the most recent one was eight years ago, although each time there is a new shock, but this time the shock is far greater than all the past.

Decades ago, the ghost market was a hiding place for real wandering ghosts, and everywhere was a ruined well, and the grass grew.

And the ghost market seven or eight years ago could only be regarded as a sheltered place without rain and wind food, and it had nothing to do with prosperity at all.

But the current ghost market is soft red fragrant soil, eight streets and nine mo, and it has become a paradise of Chang'an in the dark night.

"This, this is a ghost market? It's clearly a ghost town!" Eight years ago, the hunter who had been on a trip to the ghost market screamed in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

He Denglou patted the back of his head: "What is it called, rare and strange!"

Na Hunt touched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

The people standing on the bank waiting to cross the river are not only a dozen people Leng Linjiang, but these dozen people are all five big and three thick, and they are the kind of fanatics who are not easy to mess with, and the others are very consciously away from them, and they are cold bystanders.

It wasn't until the people on the shore had left by boat that He Denglou waved and shouted, "Boat man, cross the river!"

The boat, which was floating in the shallow water, immediately rowed to the front, and the boatman stood at the bow and greeted enthusiastically: "You guests are going to the ghost market? a boat of silver for a tael."

With a "flutter", He Denglou sprayed, shook the big knife heavily, the iron ring on the back of the knife rattled, and he shouted with a hideous face: "How much! A boat of silver or two, why don't you go and grab it!"

The boatman was a simple old man, and when he heard He Denglou's words, he rolled his eyes: "Blocking the road and robbing will eat prison!"

"......" He Denglou was speechless, sounding so reasonable.

Leng Linjiang pulled He Denglou, who was about to rise into anger, and said in a voice that was neither high nor low: "We are doing a big deal, is one or two pieces of silver still money?" Harmony begets wealth, and harmony begets wealth."

He Denglou glanced at the boatman coldly, put the big knife into the scabbard with a loud noise, and opened his mouth fiercely and arrogantly: "What Gongzi said is that quarreling with these untouchables,

That's self-willingness!"

The boatman blew his beard angrily and glared, and the splash of water on the surface of the water splashed and crackled: "They all came to the ghost market to find food to eat, and they still think that they can see the light?"

Leng Linjiang was not angry, and smiled as kindly as a spring breeze, dispelling the faint haze on the dark river: "Lao He, what about our dozen brothers, go find a big boat."

This dark river is wide, the foggy and smoke-covered banks are not visible at a glance, the boatman who lives by ferrying is not only this old man, and there is more than this canopy boat on the river, and there are several majestic building boats slowly passing on the river.

Hearing Leng Linjiang's words, the boatman glanced at the dozen or so people on the shore, laughed dryly, and looked disdainful: "Just a few of you?"

Without waiting for Leng Linjiang to speak, the boatman put two fingers to his lips and let out a sharp and loud whistle.

There was a violent ripple on the surface of the river, and a faint halo of light lit up in the distant mist.

The halo of light dispersed the mist, and several small boats appeared on the river as if out of thin air, and the lone lamp on the bow cast a hazy and treacherous shadow on the river.

These boats are all unique to the south of the Yangtze River, the hull is narrow, and the low bamboo canopy is painted black, which is the easiest to hide in this dark river.

"How? In this ghost city, if you are rich, you will not be able to go out!" The boatman glanced at Leng Linjiang, he had been ferrying in this ghost market for twenty years, and he had practiced a pair of fiery eyes, and he had long seen that the leader was not a serious businessman at all.

Thinking of this, the boatman snorted, come to the ghost market to have fun, I'm afraid it's not a long life?

Leng Linjiang's heart was shocked, this old man looks inconspicuous, but he has a strong insight, and he is very good at speculating about what these people crossing the river are most afraid of and what they need most.

He turned his head and glanced at He Denglou, and the meaning was self-evident.

He Denglou knew that a canopy boat could cross two people at most, and he gave the boatman seven taels of silver and chartered seven boats.

The boat rose and fell in the waves like an arrow from a string, but in a moment, the voices of the people on the other side were swept by the night wind and blown into the ears.

The other side of the dark river is the real ghost market, which is the same noisy and dusty land as Chang'an City in the daytime.

The group silently left the ship and went ashore, like ordinary idle passengers, and strolled around the ghost market.

"Childe, the big shopkeeper of Lan Yin Pavilion said that he bought the plum dyeing recipe from a fugitive slave in Suguo Building, is this credible, is it true that they Lan Yin Pavilion has nothing to do with Suguo Building?" He Denglou looked at the lights in front of him, ten feet were soft red, and he lost his mind for a moment.

Leng Linjiang deliberately avoided the flickering lights, and walked in the dark, making people unable to see the gloomy expression: "A fugitive slave has a recipe that can hallucinate in his hand, either the guard of this fruit building is really lax, or there is this kind of recipe in this fruit building, and he doesn't put the plum dye recipe in his eyes at all!"

"There is another possibility," He Denglou said in a deep voice, "Lan Yin Pavilion and Suguo Lou are basically the same family!"

Leng Linjiang showed a teachable expression: "Yes, that's right."

He Denglou tilted his head, puzzled: "Then why don't you just arrest all the people in Lan Yin Pavilion and torture them, you can't believe it and can't tell the truth!"

"......" The relief that Leng Linjiang had just come out of was instantly poured into his heart, and he couldn't help but pat He Denglou hard: "We are officials, not bullies, we have no evidence, why arrest people, why use torture?" He patted his cheek, "With my face!"

He Denglou nodded solemnly, and his pride overflowed: "The face of the adult is the most effective in the capital!"

"......" Leng Linjiang smiled angrily, "I thank you!"

"Lord Shaoyin is polite." He Denglou climbed along the pole, licked his face and smiled, raised his eyes to look at the endless Qianmo market, and his face sank again: "But my lord, we don't even know where the Suguo Building is, where to start?"

"It's not clueless." Leng Linjiang looked at He Denglou incomprehensibly:

"You ponder the names of these two places."

He Denglou is a rough man, and he doesn't have so much ink in his stomach, but he has seen a lot of excerpts, and he still knows some elegant words.

After a moment's thought, it dawned on him, "What did the Lord say, Lan Yin Suguo?"

Leng Linjiang smiled and patted He Denglou's shoulder: "Yo, yes, I didn't watch the drama and listen to the music in vain, even Lan Yinsu knows it."

He Denglou smiled triumphantly: "That's right, you can't waste the money that Boss Yao asked to watch the play in vain."

Hearing this, Leng Linjiang frowned slightly: "Ah Qi invited you to watch the play, when, why didn't you invite me?"

He Denglou looked innocent: "Even when Lord Shaoyin was drinking flower wine, you won't go."

"......" Leng Linjiang was speechless: "Heh, I really know how to pick the time."

He Denglou smiled: "My lord, even if these two names are related, but the ghost market is so big, there is still no clue about the whereabouts of Suguo Tower."

Leng Linjiang narrowed his eyes: "Today, I checked the account books of the warehouse of Lan Yin Pavilion, and at this time of every month, there will be a batch of incense powder from the Wuben Workshop in the warehouse."

"Wu Benfang, incense powder?" He Denglou was surprised: "There are all big families in Wubenfang, how can there be incense powder for Lan Yin Pavilion?"

Leng Linjiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Moreover, what is even more strange is that this batch of incense powder every month is personally received by the big shopkeeper of Lan Yin Pavilion, and the name on the account book is signed by the big shopkeeper himself."

He Denglou suddenly realized: "No wonder when I went to inquire about Lan Yin Pavilion today, the big shopkeeper saw Mei Ran's prescription, his face changed, and he thought that he was afraid because of the illegal sale of banned drugs, but when the lord said this, it seems that he was afraid of being found out about his relationship with the Suguo Building, and there must be more than Mei Dye in this Suguo Building."