Chapter 38: Ghost City of Dongdu
As the lights came on, Zhao Yushu and Moer walked out of Tianxiang Tower
"Mo'er"
"My Lord, I have ordered you to do so."
"Will you go back in the future?"
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Zhao Yushu scratched his head: "Sister Yun said that you will be mine from now on..."
Moer rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, please don't misunderstand me. I am only responsible for protecting your safety temporarily. When this matter is over, I will still go back to my aunt."
"Oh, I see. I was just worried that hiring a fifth-level expert like you would be quite expensive. By the way, you won't charge me for the next few days, right?"
Moer wants to go back now.
"Mo'er"
"My Lord, I have ordered you to do so."
"Do you know where the ghost town is?"
Mo Er hesitated for a moment: "I know"
"Let's go check it out, I'm quite curious"
Mo'er's tone turned cold: "Shouldn't you go investigate the case first, sir?"
"Yes, but we have to wait until tomorrow morning."
"why?"
“Because that’s when the government offices opened.”
Mo'er scratched his head but couldn't figure out what this had to do with the government office. You are not an ordinary citizen. Do you need to go to the government office to report a case?
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. People are different. Don't force yourself to do something you are not good at. Take me to a ghost town."
Mo Er said "oh" and took Lao Zhao to a market in Xicheng District. On the way, she felt that Lao Zhao was scolding her just now, but there seemed to be no evidence.
"Mo'er"
Mo Er stopped and said, "Mr. Zhao, I am under my aunt's order to protect your safety, but this does not include small talk."
Being disliked
But Lao Zhao is shameless
"I just think it's boring to walk alone, why not chat? Everyone likes to chat with me."
"Who are you all?"
"Ji Leng, nicknamed Little Smart, is a famous guide in Dongdu; Wang Yuan and Ouyang Wen are students of the academy; Liu Jijiu is the deputy Jijiu of the academy; Yun Jie is your aunt; Meng Yan is the fourth master of Tianji Pavilion; Gu Changfeng is the great master of Tianji Pavilion. Let me think about it, that's about it."
Mo Er was dumbfounded. The people in front were Ji Leng, Wang Yuan, and Ouyang Wen, but the ones behind them were all big shots who would shake the capital city if they stomped their feet.
Do you like chatting with me? You can't brag so much.
But today, my aunt does seem to be very familiar with him.
He seems to be a new disciple of Tianji Pavilion.
But why does he only have one level?
"So, Mo'er, let's chat. It won't interfere with our walk."
Moer sighed: "What do you want to talk about?"
"What on earth is a ghost town?"
Dongdu has gone through four dynasties and is a thousand-year-old ancient city. With the erosion of Luoshui, Dongdu hundreds of years ago has long sunk into the ground. The current Dongdu is at least the third generation of Dongdu.
Under the complicated sewers of the Eastern Capital, in the ruins of the previous generation of Eastern Capital, there are a group of people who are not willing to see the light.
They huddled in the ground like rats. Their names were not on the household register of Dongdu Prefecture, and there was no record of them in the Ministry of Revenue of the Tang Dynasty.
They are lonely ghosts
Mo Er walked to a closed courtyard door with ease and pushed it open. Then he took Zhao Yushu to a dry well, took out a few silver ingots, threw three ingots in, and then threw two more ingots.
Not long after, a shrill cry came from the dry well, which startled Lao Zhao.
"Let's go," Moer jumped up and jumped straight in.
Lao Zhao felt a little panic
Looking around, the yard was dark and gloomy, and it seemed no better than down there. So Lao Zhao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped in with a plop.
He fell on his butt, and when he looked up he seemed to see a beam of fire. Mo'er, who was holding a torch, looked at Lao Zhao who was sitting on the ground in amazement, thinking: After all, he is from the first level of outdoor scene, how could he fall like this?
Lao Zhao rubbed my butt. I haven't practiced it before.
"Mo'er, you seem to be familiar with this?"
"Auntie, if there's anything, I'll take care of it. Put it on." Mo'er handed over a black cloth scarf. Lao Zhao understood and immediately tied it on his face to cover his mouth and nose. When he took a breath, a girl's fragrance came over him. Lao Zhao blushed a little.
The winding underground passage was similar to the Jade Rat's escape route. After going around in circles for who knows how many times, the front suddenly opened up and a brightly lit street appeared before my eyes.
"We have arrived at the ghost town, what do you plan to do, sir?"
“Shop around first”
The ghost town was not as gloomy as Zhao Yushu had imagined, and the residents of the ghost town were not all green-faced and fanged. Except for some people who had not been there for a long time and looked a little pale, the others were no different from ordinary people.
Many pedestrians were wearing face scarves or masks like me, hiding their true appearance. I guess they were all from the upper class.
“Where do the supplies here come from?”
“Someone sent it in from above.”
“How do people here make money?”
"It's a dirty job. Most of the fraud, kidnapping and extortion in Dongdu are done by people here."
"The government doesn't care?"
“There is no end to management”
Zhao Yushu nodded. As the old saying goes, where there is light there is darkness. Darkness will never disappear. When the light shines in completely, the places that are not bright enough will be redefined as darkness.
The things sold on this long street of the ghost market are similar to those sold at the Dongdu Night Market, but there are some unusual items, such as funeral objects still covered in mud, sharp weapons still stained with blood, and living people.
When Lao Zhao saw a vendor loudly introducing several young boys and girls on the stage, he subconsciously clenched his fists.
“Is this also allowed?”
Moer looked at it and said, "It is allowed here."
“Shitty place”
Moer looked at Zhao Yushu in surprise, not understanding why he had such a big reaction. A well-mannered student of the academy, a poet in the eyes of his aunt, would actually curse out a foul language.
"Who is the leader of Ghost Town?" Zhao Yushu watched as several gorgeously dressed people walked onto the stage, picked and chose among several young men, and finally picked a beautiful girl with shining eyes. He felt that his desire to improve his strength was even more urgent.
Mo Er inexplicably felt a little panic: "I can't protect you with him"
“I won’t get into conflict.”
"But"
"If you are really scared, you can just knock me out and take me away if necessary. I believe that with the face of the academy and Sister Yun, they will not stop you. But now, I need to meet him, not for this matter, but for the case."
Two quarters of an hour later, the two walked into a place that seemed to be the former government office. It was remodeled to look like the gathering hall of the Shanzhai King in the TV series in the previous life. There was a black chair in the middle and a tiger skin under the black chair, but the black chair was empty.
"It's Miss Mo'er, ahem, what do you want from Miss Yun?" The sick scholar came out from the inner hall and sat down on a royal chair next to the black chair. Although he was talking to Mo'er, his eyes never left Zhao Yushu.
"I want to see the city lord," Zhao Yushu bowed and explained his purpose.
"The city lord is not here. I will be in charge of the ghost town until he comes back. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. But before you say anything, please introduce yourself first. Even if it is Yun Gu's face, not everyone is qualified to ask for it."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "That makes sense. I wonder if Gu Changfeng's face is enough?"