The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

To put it bluntly, this is a black market, and the goods may not be real, and some people will be deceived, so keep your eyes open when trading.

"The man told a lie just now, why did he tell a lie?" Jing Ao thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. This is not important news. Is there a need to tell a lie?

"It may be that you gave too many gold coins. That person mistakenly thought that the news was of great importance, and he didn't want to cause trouble." Nan Gongchen was also puzzled, only this explanation was a little reasonable.

"No, then I'm too wronged, and I will only give one iron coin for questioning in the future." Jing Ao touched his pocket, he didn't seem to have iron coins, and the lowest denomination was silver coins.

"Chen, does the thief who stole my family's gold coins have any clues?" Jing Ao asked as he walked.

Did Chen put all his thoughts on that strange kid? He was still thinking about the stolen gold coins. If he didn't get them back as soon as possible, the thief would spend all his gold coins.

"Jing Ao, is your house burglarized? There hasn't been any burglary in Chaoyang City for a while, and there are no ghosts." Nan Gongchen even suspected that Jing Ao was lying to trick him into sympathy.

"Impossible, no one has this ability except my father. There is a formation in my room, even my father may not really be able to enter my room." Jing Ao was both proud and frustrated.

What makes him proud is that his formation ability is considered excellent even in Lance Academy, but what frustrates him is that the thief broke his formation so easily?

"If you want to catch the thief, you catch it yourself. I don't have the time for now." Nan Gongchen said while searching.

The underground trading ground is at the end of the East Street, and there is no road ahead, the only way for that child and teenager to come in here.

"You are too disrespectful, don't you just let the thieves get away with it like this." Jing Ao shook his head and sighed, the world is going downhill, his house will be burglarized one day, and the thieves still can't be caught.

"Where's that child?" Nangong Chen asked, and he had already walked half the field without even a shadow.

"Let's look for it, it won't be far away, at least our legs are longer than that kid's." Jing Aoqu said.

"I suspect that the other party already knows that we are following. Maybe they turned here to get rid of our pursuit." Nan Gongchen was a little frustrated, he couldn't even do anything to a child.

"Then aren't we being tricked by a child?" Jing Ao twitched his lips, and this was the only explanation that made sense.

"Turn around again." Nan Gongchen looked around for a week. For some reason, he actually hoped to see that child again from the bottom of his heart.

"The kid is leaving, and I can't find him after a few rounds." Jing Ao flicked the folds of his sleeves, the place was filled with smog, and he couldn't bear to stay any longer.

This circle went around for more than an hour, but there was still no result, so the two had no choice but to go back home.

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In the mountain forest to the west, a gloomy house is hidden among the lush vines. From the depths of the forest, the howling of wolves, the sound of crows, and various strange noises can be heard from time to time.

The huge iron gate was closed tightly, and the blue bricks paving the floor in the front yard had some cracks. They were obviously very old, but they were cleaned cleanly.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl stood shivering, ragged, skinny, tired and hungry, unkempt, with only a pair of bright almond eyes, which showed panic, timidity, and confusion.

Because I walked a long mountain road without shoes, my feet were bruised and blood oozing from a few small cuts, and I was a little unsteady, but I kept standing. I don't know if it was because I was stubborn or not.