Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 106 The Oiran
Compared to Yu Ke's identity.

Yan Jing actually cared more about Zhao Qianwu's other conjecture.

In other words, the members of the Black Bamboo Society may have come to this world decades ago.

Earlier in Yashan Village, Yan Jing killed the evil cultivator of the Immortal Official Dao, and the relevant information given by the torch is enough to prove that there was an existence similar to the torch in the last aura tide.

If Yan Jing was just skeptical at that time, then the fact that two groups of apostles appeared in the same different world can be confirmed now.

They are most likely from the same origin!
The tide of spiritual energy back then ended so abruptly, and all the extraordinary organizations including the Black Bamboo Society disappeared completely in a very short period of time. Coupled with the evaluation of those people by the torch, it undoubtedly proved that the "system" they belonged to had already disappeared. collapse.

Herein lies the crux of the matter.

What caused the collapse of the "system", the disappearance of the aura tide or other force majeure?

What happened in the past, will it happen again?

We must know that there were not such frequent disasters back then. If the torch suddenly disappeared, it is unknown whether human beings can resist supernatural events with current technology.

"Decades apart, two groups of people have come to the same place. Does this mean that the world we live in really exists in a certain time and space, and we just came here with the help of a torch?"

Yan Jing's eyes still stayed on the compass in his hand, he paused, and told Zhao Qianwu beside him the problem that had troubled him for a long time,

"Since that's the case, what about our world, will this world also become the place where otherworldly events take place someday in the future?"

"It's unknown at the moment, but it is an indisputable fact that with the outbreak of the aura tide, disasters around the world are appearing intensively. At least we are not like the people in Jingjiang Town, who know nothing about everything!"

The Special Affairs Bureau and even the country's think tanks have already considered Yan Jing's problem. Although Zhao Qianwu could not disclose the relevant information, he still showed quite firm confidence.

Yan Jing didn't intend to continue to dwell on this issue.

Returning attention to the current events, one has to live before one is eligible to consider the future.

At this time, the two had followed the lucky compass for a distance, and they were walking on a street whose architectural style was obviously far from the houses they passed by before.

There are taverns hanging everywhere on both sides of the street, and houses with the signboard of Washe, the facades are very deserted.

Undoubtedly, this should be the night entertainment street of Jingjiang Town, and it should be called Fireworks and Willow Alley in this era.

"He Bo likes gold, silver, treasures, beauties and power, and this beautiful girl is good. In this kind of place, is the evil life so colorful?"

Zhao Qianwu looked around and obviously noticed the particularity of this street.

"He Bo, Xiu Nu, Chi Tong, there is always a reason for the origin of these names. Although the old monk does not know their specific locations, these titles themselves are also a clue. Found it!"

Stopping in front of a building, Yan Jing looked up at the gauze curtains floating on the balconies on the second and even third floors, and the red lanterns hanging under the eaves.

Chunliu Pavilion.

The pointer of the lucky compass is set here.

Yan Jing's expression became more and more strange.

Men know what this place does, but if this evil is really inside
In any case, the lucky compass can't go wrong. Now that you have reached the door, there is no reason to stop.

rumbling~
There was another muffled thunder in the sky, and the wind and rain that had been slowed down for two or three hours seemed to be about to rise again.

Yan Jing stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

Looking back at Zhao Ganwu, the latter understood immediately, started with the long stick of the weapon, and put the signal flare on his waist with his free left hand.

Before leaving the pagoda, the team had an agreement that in case of an attack or unresolved trouble, they would immediately fire a signal flare for help.

The right hand slammed violently, the door in front of him bounced open in a tremor, Yan Jing withdrew his hand and put on the handle of Shuo Feng's sword, his eyes swept across the room, his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a large number of corpses laying here and there in Chunliu Pavilion.
Wait, are they all alive?
In the lobby on the first floor of Chunliu Pavilion, there are actually large beds everywhere. You can see entangled men and women in disheveled clothes everywhere. In the center of the beds is a low table with glasses and plates of wine on them. With a lewd breath.

Yan Jing had never seen this scene before.

The vibration of the door and the cold wind pouring in awakened many people, barely straightened up, looked at it and fell down again, and stretched their hands into the arms of the woman beside them to keep warm.

Yan Jing didn't care about these people, holding a compass in his hand, his eyes fell on the statue of Sandu Buddha, which was full of incense in the lobby.

Just like in the restaurant last night, it was enshrined extremely well.

The effect looks pretty good too.

Last night, offering sacrifices to He Bo by Chengjing Lake obviously did not disturb their interest, or in other words, these people did not believe in He Bo.

"Two guest officers, we don't welcome guests this morning, if there is a need."

A plain-faced woman in a brocade robe trotted out from the back hall, wanting to make Yan Jing and Zhao Qianwu leave quickly, but suddenly found the weapons they were carrying, and stopped abruptly as soon as they reached their mouths.

"We're here to find something, and we'll go when we find it."

Yan Jing was too lazy to talk nonsense, took out an ingot of silver from his pocket and threw it over, and took two steps forward to show the pattern in front of the pointer of the lucky compass to the madam,

"Do you have jade butterflies of this style in your building?"

Catching the silver ingot in a flurry of hands, the madam's frightened expression immediately turned flattering, but when she saw the pattern on the compass, her expression froze again, and she faltered and replied,

"Miss Ruqian. She is a showman but not a woman. If you two want to listen to music, you can."

"I'm asking about this jade butterfly, do you recognize it?"

"Yes, Miss Ruqian has a hairpin, it looks like this."

"Where is the man?"

"She is the chief oiran of our Spring Willow Pavilion, she is a performer but not a person."

The old bustard still wanted to emphasize, but when he heard a "choke~", the bald man in front of him had already drawn his sword out of its sheath, and immediately felt a chill on his neck.

"If I don't give money, how can it be considered a sale?"

The blade of the sword slapped the old bustard's cheek, Yan Jing grinned, there was no need to pretend anything, his face was scary enough when he smiled.

"She's an oiran, she's a showman but not a person. I'm really sorry for the two guest officials."

Unexpectedly, even with the sword resting on his neck, the bustard still didn't want to let go, but just continued to emphasize the previous rhetoric.

While she was speaking, perhaps there was too much movement here, many guests in the house and the prostitutes who accompanied them also raised their heads to look at this side, and some of them had already got up and started putting on their shoes
Zhao Qianwu frowned, stepped forward two steps, and stood behind the bustard, holding a long stick as a deterrent.

"You just need to take us to see her, we are not interested in prostitutes, we just want to ask something."

After approaching the Shuofeng sword a few minutes, Yan Jing spoke again, and the puppet of shadow manipulation quietly activated.

Controlling an ordinary person should have been completed within a few seconds, but what Yan Jing didn't expect was that the shadow line entered the old bustard's body and was bounced back the moment it entered, followed by a severe mental pain.

has a problem!
"She's an oiran."

The old bustard was still repeating, but this time Yan Jing grabbed her chin before she finished speaking.

Flipping the old bustard's cheeks from side to side, Yan Jing's gaze fell on her eyes, which had lost their divine light at some point, and were completely dim.

"She has been controlled. Be careful!"

Yan Jing was about to speak to remind her, but the bustard's expression was suddenly ferocious, her waist twisted in a strange posture, and her hands suddenly pinched Zhao Ganwu behind her.

At the same time, the unconscious drinkers and prostitutes they saw when they first entered the door got up one after another, with expressionless faces, and their eyes locked on Yan Jing and Zhao Qianwu.

Zhao Ganwu who was reminded immediately dodged sideways, and Yan Jing also grabbed the old bustard's neck and dragged her aside, directly pressing her to the ground.

The suppressed bustard had no intention of stopping at all. His body swung around like a mollusc, signaling to continue to attack. His limbs even changed, and his five fingers shrank and turned into a fleshy tentacle.
The sudden alienation was beyond the expectations of the two of them.

Obviously, it wasn't just the bustard who had problems with Chunliu Pavilion.

Phew~ roar!
The people in the lobby were already insane. The people who were so drunk that they couldn't even stand still seemed to be frantically flocking to the two people at the door.

Zhao Qianwu opened his posture, waved his long stick, and instantly flew the three people who were approaching, and shouted,
"There is something wrong with these people, they are all under control. This place must be the lair of evil spirits. You go find it, and I will stand up here!"

The abnormal state of the person in front of him made it clear that the arrival and request of Yan Jing and Zhao Qianwu offended the evil spirit hidden here.

In order to prevent it from taking this opportunity to escape, the evil spirit must be found immediately.

"Flare, use it directly when you find a chance."

Knowing that now is not the time to moji, Yan Jing decisively swung his sword to kill the bustard, jumped out, stepped on the pillar on one side of the lobby to lift into the air, climbed onto the fence of the corridor on the second floor, and turned into the corridor.

Dash down the hallway while checking the pointer of your lucky compass.

The people below flocked to the stairs, but Zhao Ganwu stepped on the shoulders of several people first, and landed in the middle of the stairs with a neat front flip, with a long stick across his chest, and several streamers of light flashed in between.

One man guards the gate!
With Yan Jing's speed, she ran across the entire corridor in just a few seconds, but when she saw the pointer pointing to a certain room, she stepped forward and kicked the door open.

The house was empty.

His eyes were half-closed, and when he opened them again, they were filled with a strange light.

Vision!

Standing at the door and looking around the entire room, still finding nothing, he withdrew and returned to the corridor without hesitation.

The direction of the lucky compass does not change.

If the direction is correct, there is only one possibility left, it is on the third floor!

Legs slightly bent, the whole person jumped up, and the Shuofeng sword split the corridor and went straight to the third floor.

Kicked open the door in front of him again.

The room on the third floor was obviously more spacious and refined than the room on the second floor. Yan Jing walked in quickly with a cold face, relying on the observation ability of her spirit vision, her eyes fixed on the huge bed in front of her immediately.

Behind the falling hazy veil, a graceful figure looms.

　there will be later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)