With the acquiescence of the leading Jin Wuwei and the spread of many Jin Wuwei, the romance of Leng Linjiang seems to have been pricked with wings, and when the sky is just dawn, it has spread all over the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

Many people gathered outside Leng Linjiang's mansion, wanting to see the demeanor of Leng Linjiang's concubine elopement.

Oh my God, Leng Linjiang has grown well enough, and he has a rich and rich background, what does that female godhusband have to look like in order to hook up Leng Linjiang's concubine and run away.

What's more, he secretly stuffed money into the little guy in the cold house, hoping to find out some inside information.

But that little guy is holding the silver in one hand, shaking his head when he asks, and he doesn't know if he just collects the cash!

Just when everyone in Chang'an City was talking about the famous gentleman Leng Linjiang who returned to Beijing to find his concubine, and was beaten up after catching a girl in bed, and his face was scratched, the person who was laughed at in the rumors was already in a house across the street from Leng Mansion.

Outside the gate of the house was an ordinary carriage that could no longer be ordinary, without any insignia on the body, except for the smooth fur of the horses pulling the cart, which was particularly energetic.

Leng Linjiang stood next to the car and whispered to a half-hundred-hundred-man man, "After I leave, cut off the communication with the mansion over there, and everyone will be silent."

Half a hundred men were dressed in half-worn gray robes, cleanly washed, their gray hair tied at the top of their hair, and a dull yellow bamboo hairpin.

This kind of dress is both like a housekeeper and a staff member.

"Don't worry, the villain understands." Half a hundred men were extremely respectful to Leng Linjiang and helped Leng Linjiang into the carriage.

Seeing the carriage go away, half a hundred men turned around and looked at the tall plaque.

The plaque is also half-old, with a thin layer of ash on it, and the words "Baifu" are written in black and in a decent manner.

The wheels gurgled across the bluestone pavement, and the morning dew mixed with the green juice of the grass was stained on the wheels.

The bright morning sun fell on the falling curtains, and the carriage flickered brightly and darkly.

Leng Linjiang leaned against the wall of the car, closed his eyes slightly, and hid the confession in his heart, which made his heart hurt.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the sack that had fallen to the ground, and kicked it twice.

The sack moved, making a "woo-woo" sound.

Leng Linjiang seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was sorry for something, he muttered, "Don't think about eating and drinking, when you get to the place, it's not certain whether you have a life or not."

The carriage was stopped when it arrived at Jinguangmen, and the coachman was carrying a horsewhip, and before he could speak, there was a "bang", Leng Linjiang pulled the curtain and poked his head out angrily.

"Blind your dog's eyes, the master's car dares to stop! Fuck off!" Leng Linjiang scolded angrily, and threw a gray pouch out, which hit the head of the soldier in front of the car.

The soldier covered his forehead with one hand and grabbed the bag with the other, looking at the angry Leng Linjiang, not daring to be angry or speak.

He also saw the writhing sack in the carriage, but he didn't have the courage to come forward to inspect it.

Early in the morning, he listened to an ear of gossip, and he was originally half-convinced, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he believed it.

Look at this young Yin's face full of flowers, his beloved concubine is a monkey!

It's ruthless!

Leng Linjiang was annoyed and angry by the soldiers, and scolded with a blue face: "Look at what! Don't get out yet!"

With that, he lowered the curtain with a "swoop".

The carriage continued to sway, and as it exited the city gates, its speed suddenly became very fast, and the sunlight that poured into the carriage became brighter and brighter as the curtain rose and fell.

"Childe, it's here." The coachman jumped off the wheels with a horsewhip and stood beside the car with his hands tied.

Leng Linjiang lifted the curtain and glanced out.

The ten-mile long pavilion was shrouded in morning mist, looming not far away, and the figures of several people in the pavilion were even more hazy, and there was a subtle sound of speech.

Although it was bright at this time, it was still early, and there were no pedestrians or horse-drawn carriages on the road.

"Let's move." Leng Linjiang put it down

The curtain of the car, commanded in a faint voice.

The coachman replied yes and raised his hand to make a gesture in the direction of the pavilion.

When the people in the pavilion saw this, they untied the horses tied to the tree and led them over, and a camphor wood box painted red on the horse's back was humped.

The box is not large, the red paint is new, and the joints of the box are sealed with wax.

Leng Linjiang got out of the car and watched the two men untie the box and stuff it into the carriage.

He staggered over, slowly opened the box and looked at it, his eyes were slightly cold, revealing a look of deep disgust, and he slammed the lid of the box with a "bang", and resealed a layer of wax along the edge of the lid.

He rubbed his hands together, thought for a moment, and kicked the sack hard in anger.

Then he turned over and rode towards Yuhua Mountain.

The two men who came down from the pavilion sat on the wheels of the carriage, and the other squeezed into the carriage, and the coachman whipped the carriage away, and the carriage jolted and chased after him.

The ghost market after dawn is not as brightly lit as the ghost market at night, it is quiet all around, and a few sparse lights are almost swallowed up by the darkness.

It's already a hot summer outside, but this huge underground cave with no end in sight is still cold and cold in spring, and there is no warmth at all.

The people in the ghost market are day and night, busy at night, making up for sleep during the day, and most of the people who are still walking around in the ghost market at this hour are Chang'an people who failed to leave the ghost market before dawn.

As long as there are people where there is respect and humility, it will be divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the ghost market is full of people who can't see the light and pretend to be ghosts, so naturally it is not the same.

In the depths of the underground cave far away from the ghost river, the stalactites hanging high on the roof of the cave are even more dazzling and magnificent.

Even if you don't burn the lights, you can still see the neat gray tiles on the roof.

There are no flowers and trees in the ghost market, and the only thing that can grow is clusters of moss between the cracks in the stones, deep and light shades of green, inadvertently embellished with the eternal darkness of the year.

This house can be regarded as the most finely built in the ghost market, with white walls, vermilion lacquer on the columns, and carved beams under the eaves.

Although the people who live here are just as disgraceful as the rest of the people in the ghost market, they are better than being rich.

Money can make grinding ghosts.

There was a sudden "squeak" sound in the silence, and three men rushed out of the door, two of them carrying a writhing sack on their shoulders.

The outside of the sack was wrapped around a few circles of thumb-thick hemp rope, and it was vaguely obvious that there was a person inside.

The man struggled so hard in the sack that the dust from the cracks fell down.

The man who was walking in front of him with the sack was caught off guard, and turned his head and spat it: "I've been hungry for so many days and still have the strength to toss, I knew I would be hungry for a few more days!"

The man who walked at the forefront with a knife snorted: "I have to carry it all the way to the ghost river and throw it with a lot of effort, if you want me to say that you can simply stab it with three knives and six holes, and you can stab it!"

The man in the sack was startled, and immediately became honest, and did not dare to move anymore, but kept making a pleading sound of "woo woo".

The man who walked at the end of the sack said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, take advantage of the fact that there are few people at this time, hurry up and work!"

The man who spoke last was obviously the one of the three, and his speech was extremely intimidating.

The two men in front of them glanced at each other, and quickened their steps in the direction of the ghost river.

The three of them moved very lightly, and their vigilance was also very high, and they glanced around fearfully as they walked.

The ghost market at this hour is the time when everyone is most sleepy, and the dark and broken streets and alleys are empty.

The sparse and faint light stretched the figures of the three people into slender figures, constantly swaying on the ground.

The man carrying the sack in front of him staggered, turned his head and scolded viciously: "If you move again, I will do you now!"

The man in the sack shook violently, was quiet for only a short moment, and then began to struggle violently again, using all the strength of his body to struggle.

The man in front of him was almost unable to bear it, and he cursed and cursed

Come.

"Alright, stop scolding. Put him down first." The man at the end spoke.

The two put the sack on the ground, and the man took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, uncorked it with his teeth, and untied the hemp rope at the mouth of the sack, revealing the face of a gagged young man.

The man sighed and muttered, "Don't blame us, this is your life."

As he spoke, he took out the sweat towel that was blocked in the man's mouth, and before the man could react and close his mouth, he pinched the man's cheek, poured the medicine in the porcelain bottle into it, and after the man swallowed it, he stuffed the sweat towel back in.

When the man heard the man's words, he was forced to swallow an unknown drug, his eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head frantically with a whining frenzy.

The man didn't say anything more, just shook his head and slowly re-tied the sack.

The three men continued to walk forward carrying sacks.

The young man in the sack didn't know whether he was resigned to his fate or despaired, and lay motionless on the shoulders of the two people, as if he was resigned to fate.

The ghost river flows quietly, the river surface is reflected with strange stalactites, the grand scene of sails like clouds in the middle of the night has long dissipated, there is no boat on the river, quiet and quiet.

The three men found a place where the water was high and stopped, put the sack on the ground, and looked at each other.

The river was surging, and from time to time it hit the shore with black stones and dirt, and the muddy soil was full of deep and shallow footprints.

The inky black water of the river was bottomless, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth.

The three of them were silent for a moment, silently lifted the sack high above their heads, and threw it into the water.

There was a muffled sound, and the river surface stirred up a wave of high feet.

The young man in the sack was tightly tied by the hemp rope, and he couldn't break free, so he only floated twice on the surface of the river with the waves, and then slowly sank into the river.

The water flooded the sack, and soon it was out of sight.

The three of them watched the river for a while, until the waves on the river subsided and the sack sank completely, then they looked left and right, and left quickly.