Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 347 Going and Returning

The sky brightened, but it started to rain lightly.

Yang Qian had originally planned to leave early this morning, but he changed his mind after a conversation with Hu Ming last night.

Early in the morning, Yang Qian left Linshui City with the farewell of Li Yifu and the landlord Zhao Xinquan, and a group of more than a hundred people followed the official road to the next destination, Hengcheng.

But after walking on the official road for less than half an hour, Yang Qian and his party turned off the official road and disappeared into the woods on the side of the road.

The team was still heading towards Hengcheng, but Yang Qian was no longer in the team.

After an incense stick of time, Yang Qian used the escape technique to return to Linshui City, changed into a robe, and used an sleight of hand to adjust his body shape and appearance.

At this time, Yang Qian was walking on the streets of Linshui City, looking like an ordinary porter.

After walking around the city for a while, Yang Qian finally found an alley. On the left side of the alley was a simple stone tablet embedded in the wall, which read: Dajing Alley.

According to what Hu Ming said yesterday, when the remnants of Huashen Sect were active in Shuangqing Prefecture, they had a contact point in Dajing Lane. Even at its peak, at least half of the entire Linshui City was controlled by Huashen Sect.

In Hu Ming’s original words: Compared with today, Linshui City at that time could be called a dead city.

Perhaps thinking that Yang Qian was worried that the miserable situation of Shuangqing Prefecture in the past would happen again because Xiao Cangyu was also a member of the Huashen Sect, Hu Ming also gave Yang Qian another piece of information, saying that the Feiyun Valley and the Chansi Cave hidden in the Wanli Bamboo Sea would not allow Xiao Cangyu to act recklessly, and Xiao Cangyu obviously did not want to commit crimes like the Huashen Sect did in the past, and finally attracted the attention of the Immortal Alliance.

But what Hu Ming didn't know was that Yang Qian didn't care about Xiao Cangyu at all. It wasn't because Xiao Cangyu wasn't powerful and threatening, nor was it because he didn't believe in the "blood crystal", a powerful weapon for practicing the evil way that Hu Ming said sounded so powerful, but because Xiao Cangyu was in the open.

So compared to Xiao Cangyu, who can't run away at any time and is always being watched, Zhou Zhong, who is hiding in the dark and even now no one knows where he is, is obviously more threatening.

So Hu Ming didn't mean it, but Yang Qian, the listener, took note of the three words "Dajing Lane". In order to conceal his tracks, he went back and forth to see if he could find any news about Zhou Zhong or Huashen Sect.

After entering the alley, you will soon see rows of houses, with the gates facing the alley, which is very similar to the structure of the Masheng Lane in Sandacheng that Yang Qian is most familiar with.

Yang Qian walked very slowly. There were quite a few people walking in the alley, but no one paid attention to the stranger Yang Qian.

Generally speaking, people who live in such a small space with doors facing each other are a group of people from the lower class in the city. This is true for Sandao City, Jizhou Prefecture City, and Linshui City.

As Yang Qian walked, he found that many of the houses in the box were very old, at least fifty or sixty years old. Some of the alley walls had obvious signs of damage and repair.

The further you go in, the fewer people there are, the more dilapidated the houses are, and the poorer the people living there are.

But as the internal guards had learned in Linshui City before, there were no gray and black groups here. The guards would kill them all if they saw any signs. So even in this deep alley, no one would bother a stranger like Yang Qian.

However, no one came to see Yang Qian, but Yang Qian had something to look for others.

Seeing a skinny little kid sitting at the door of the shabby house, Yang Qian walked over, didn't say a word, took out a piece of bread as dry food from his storage bag, and then handed it to the kid.

"Eat, eat first and then I'll ask you something."

"I don't have any money." The kid looked at the biscuit and swallowed his saliva but didn't dare to take it.

"I don't want your money, just eat it."

"Can I give it to my mother?" Yang Qian was stunned and nodded: "Sure."

The child quickly took the cake and ran into the house. He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Mom, there are cakes to eat!"

Yang Qian followed him in. The room was filled with the stench of urine and mildew. It was also very dim. There was a small room at the entrance, without even a table. The stools were broken. A thin, black, greasy sheet was spread on a wooden shelf. A woman with a purple face was sleeping on the bed.

The woman wanted to speak, and also wanted to push the cake away from the child's hand. But she was too weak, and her hand fell down halfway. She just turned her head away, not eating, but pointing at the child.

"Mom, you eat some, I'll just eat the leftovers!" The child was very anxious, and his hoarse voice sounded a little harsh.

Finally, the child took a bite, and then the woman opened her mouth with a sad face and prepared to eat the biscuit that was fed to her.

However, Yang Qian said, "Your mother hasn't eaten for a long time. The biscuits are too dry for her to eat. Soak them in water and feed them to her. Half a biscuit at a time is enough. She probably won't be able to digest too much."

Both the child and the woman on the bed were startled, but when the child turned around and saw that it was Yang Qian, he was no longer nervous. He immediately followed Yang Qian's instructions, poured a bowl of water and tore off half a pancake to soak it in, then mashed it and scooped it up with a half-broken wooden spoon to feed his mother.

After the baby was fed, the woman looked better, at least her frown had relaxed. But her face was still purple, and it was obvious that she was seriously ill.

"Sir, let's go. I'll go with you to do some work." The child put the remaining biscuits on the bedside, turned around and was about to leave with Yang Qian.

This made the woman on the bed very excited, and she struggled and almost fell off the bed.

"Don't worry, I'll just let your son take me around in Dajing Lane and we'll be back soon." After saying that, Yang Qian walked out.

After waiting at the door for a while, the child came out with faint traces of tears on his face.

"Sir, where would you like to go?"

"Where is the largest and oldest house in this alley?"

"The biggest and oldest house? That's the one over there where the house is ruined. It's not far from here, but it's almost collapsed. Do you want to go?"

"Well, come on, take me to see it."

Soon, Yang Qian was led by the kid to a dilapidated garden that had collapsed for the most part and could be called a ruin.

“What was this place used for before?”

"I don't know. This is the middle of the alley. It gets newer as you go outside." The kid said as he bent over weakly.

Yang Qian smiled, took out another pancake and gave it to the other person, then walked into the abandoned garden.

The child happily ate the pancake quickly while following Yang Qian, understanding that Yang Qian seemed to be looking for something.

"Sir, if you give me five taels of silver, not three, I will take you to a secret place where no one will know!"

Seeing Yang Qian smiling but not saying anything, the kid continued, "Really? I'm not lying! I found that place last time when I was looking for rotten wood to burn in the fire. Maybe it's the place you're looking for, sir?"

(End of this chapter)