Unfortunately, Mr. Li Bai, we have nothing to compensate you. What to say..."

He paused for a moment and looked at Xun Qing meaningfully.

"Wu Yougong, it is very likely that he is from your Anlefang."

Xun Qing's expression stagnated, unable to hide his anger: "What did you say!"

"Mr. Wu Yougong only appeared more than ten years ago, just after the great collapse. Do you think this is a coincidence, Mr. Xun?"

Chimian said: "It's not just you who are pursuing Wuyougong. In recent years, Dali Temple, Yuhengsi, Jinwuwei, other operators in the Guishi City, and even Lu Daoxuan have come here in person.

This was admitted by him personally.

It was here at that time, Huang Ban personally received him. After getting the same answer as he is now, he left. I guess he must have mastered some key clues later, otherwise he would not have fallen to this level."

“…”

Xun Qing was stunned, his lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.

I don’t know if I was shocked as Wu Yougong and I came from the same background as me, or if I learned the truth about Lu Daoxuan’s attack, but for a moment I didn’t know what to say.

After saying that, Chimiong bowed and turned around and walked towards Chai Xin behind him.

Behind him, the white masks walked out silently, lifted the corpses on the ground, put them in the pile of firewood, and poured them with tinder oil.

With his bare face, someone came forward with a burning torch and handed it to his hands.

A low drum sounded from under the dry hands, the simple flute of chi was blown, intermittently and desolately intertwined into a melody. Under the pale mask, the ghosts living in the dark sang eulogy.

When the red-faced loosens his hands, a fire rises up and swallows up everything in the firewood.

The deceased held his mask in his arms and melted silently into the fire, leaving only a handful of white ashes.

Thrown into the river outside the broken wall.

With the turbulent river water flowed to the depths of the sewer, it disappeared into the darkness that could not be seen.

It seemed like he had just returned to the underworld.

"let's go."

Li Bai withdrew his gaze and turned around and left with Xun Qing.

However, when they left the ghost market, another white mask chased after him and presented it to the pallet.

"The Red-faced Lord asked me to present this object to express my regret."

The cover on the tray was lifted, and a dazzling golden light appeared, which made Li Bai frown.

He originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Xun Qing's recent tragic situation, he sighed. He was also an attacker. If he wanted to make compensation, he would not be qualified to make a decision for him.

But beyond Li Bai's expectations, Xun Qing took a look and then withdrew his gaze.

Although there was a faint look of flesh on his face, he didn't look at it anymore and just waved his hand: "Please take it away, don't use that kind of blocking object to pollute my eyes."

After saying that, he accelerated his pace.

As if I was afraid that I would regret it.

He sighed until he walked a long way.

Li Bai looked at his entangled look and shook his head.

"You didn't even take the money you gave for free? There was one of you in it."

Xun Qing glared at him, "This is called the shopkeeper's donation. There are some wealthy merchants in the city who like to do these things. In name, they sponsor the construction of the shopkeeper's facilities, but in fact they all come to the shopkeeper's own pocket."

"Then you can kick it into your pocket, too."

"And what? Can the conscience be passed?"

Xun Qing asked back, "The most important thing for a person is to know how much he has. If it is not the owner of the party, if it is not here, do you think I am worthy?

If I really have luck in being lucky and become a steward, and one day the ghost market comes to ask me for help, should I help or not?”

Speaking of this, he sighed, "Since you have no connection with that place, don't talk to you in the future."

"Yes, Xun Qing!" Li Bai exclaimed in surprise, "I will never drink the thief water when I am so thirsty that I will have a high solar term!"

"Stop shitting me."

Xun Qing shook his head and laughed bitterly.

"I'm not kidding. Didn't what you just say make sense... But there is one thing you said wrong."

Li Bai reached out and patted the guy on the shoulder hard, "You can definitely become a archer, and you will definitely become a good archer."

Li Bai has great confidence in this.

And Xun Qing staggered, grinning in pain, and his hands were too strong!

But when he turned around, he saw the peeping figure at the corner behind him, and immediately became alert: "Who is behind?"

"You only realized after following you all the way?"

Li Bai shook his head and looked back at the back, his voice getting colder: "What? Is there something to say in red face?"

Behind the corner, the following white mask was silent for a long time, and the hoarse answered: "It's not a red face, it's me."

As he said that, he took off his mask and exposed scars covered with burns.

Under the moonlight, the outline of that face is so familiar.

"Wang Anliu!"

Xun Qing looked at it for a long time and couldn't believe it: "You... are you still alive?"

The people from Dali Temple did not catch Wang Anliu, and Xun Qing thought he had been buried in the fire.

"I was about to die, but I came to wipe out Dali Temple to save me."

Wang Anliu said coldly: "But now, it's not alive... I heard that you are here to inquire about the guy who was burned to ashes, right?"

Li Bai frowned: "What clue do you know?"

"That's right."

Wang Anliu smiled, touched his face, and felt the pain that was unrecognizable again: "Before the Qingshan Society was wiped out, a batch of very important goods came. I personally sent them to Bo Qingjun's mansion... If you want to find Wu Yougong, go to Bo Qingjun's place to find it."

His expression spasmed, unable to hide his viciousness: "That guy, I definitely know what."

"Why tell us this?"

Li Bai asked coldly: "Why, do you want to abandon the darkness and turn into the light? Do you want me to introduce Dali Temple to you?"

Wang Anliu was silent for a long time and smiled hoarsely.

"Just pretend that the dog that has not been poisoned to death wants to retaliate against its owner..."

He took a step back, looked at them at last, put on his mask, limped into the darkness, disappearing.

In the silence, Li Bai and Xun Qing looked at each other.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Xun Qing whispered: "To be honest, I don't believe that guy will find out with conscience."

"I'm afraid I want to take revenge with hatred."

Li Bai glanced behind him for the last time and speeded up: "Let's talk about it when you go back."

Late at night, under the dim lights in the workshop.

Li Bai's expression was calm, Li Xiang looked confused, only Xun Qing knew Bo Qing's energy best inside and outside Chang'an, and was worried.

"That's the nobles of the Li family. The princes and nobles all have to treat each other with courtesy, and they are actually involved in the case of Wu Yougong?"

Even if I don’t believe that guy Wang Anliu will find his conscience to play a role, when recalling the guy at Lu Daoxuan Shou Banquet and what he looked like this morning, Xun Qing’s heart gradually sank.

"Or we'd better go find Di Renjie." His eyes lit up and he suggested, "It's best to leave this kind of thing to Dali Temple to solve."

Li Bai asked back: "If he asked you where you knew this clue, how would you answer him?"

Xun Qing was speechless.

Li Bai knew that guy Di Renjie too well. Although he was jealous of evil, he was too naive to let him search Li Boqing with just one sentence without reliable reasons and solid evidence. Maybe he would be worried that Li Bai would bypass the rules and seize them with his backhand, and then he would be chanting the rules like an old nanny for a long time.

In the end, there will probably be a ticket.

It's a headache to think about it.

How could there be such an ignorant person in this world?

"Forget it, let's take a break first."

He shook his head helplessly, "Sleep well for a night and make a long-term plan tomorrow."

Late in the night, sleepiness came.

Soon, the workshop returned to silence.

After a long time, Li Bai, who was lying in bed with clothes, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the moonlight outside the window, as if he was as poetic as usual, took out paper and pen to write, and after looking at it for a while, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he threw the masterpiece he had just finished into the manuscript paper piled up like a mountain.

He tiptoed up, carefully pushed open the door, and walked out.
To be continued...