God catches no trace

Chapter 175 The Stack

Chapter 18: Stacks
Bamboo Town.

Located in the plains.

Surrounded by water on three sides.

Densely populated, but also very lively.

It is the only way from Yiling to Shilipu in Shizhou.

Sang Wuhen rode a horse and swung his whip, leading Ye Yanran and two maids to the street, it was almost dusk.

He pulled the reins in his hand and stopped abruptly.

I looked at the glow of the sky that was as red as a maple leaf.

He shook his head and looked at the signboard of an inn in front of him: "Qingyun".

"Miss Ye, we can't make it to Shilipu today, so how about we rest here for the night?"

"You don't need to ask me such a small matter."

"Ah."

Sang Wuhen responded and got off his horse.

"My lord, are you here to stay?"

A 27-year-old woman with a frivolous figure and a slightly coquettish dress came out of the inn quickly and greeted her.

"Of course, may I ask how many rooms the proprietress has?"

I have been walking in the rivers and lakes by myself for more than ten years, so I definitely can't call him wrong.

"Don't worry. There are plenty."

The proprietress narrowed her eyes, looked at him and smiled.

Ye Yanran was sitting on the horseback and suddenly felt sick when she saw her. She dodged and landed lightly, standing in front of Sang Wuhen: "Please, please go in first, we will arrive later."

What a jar of vinegar.

The proprietress said inwardly, with a smile still on her face.

"That's right, what this girl said is very true."

Then he turned his head and called out: "Xiao Shun, come out and put the guest officer's horse in place."

"Okay."

With a reply, a burly man in his thirties appeared.

Ye Yanran was taken aback: How can such a person willingly come here to be a mistress?
The proprietress seemed to see her doubts, and smiled: "This is my official."

No wonder, really blind.She laughed at herself.

"Girl, my lord, please follow me."

She turned around and walked lightly into the stack.

It was time for dinner.

When Sang Wuhen entered, he glanced at it with his eyes: the hall is not big, and there are not many tables for guests, and two of them are being eaten by people.

One seated three young people of similar age, chatting while drinking.

The other one is two people.

Then he was silent.

"My lord, please go upstairs."

The proprietress stepped on the steps, turned her head and said.

He just wanted to respond.

Someone's angry voice came to my ear: "Grandma, what the hell, if he's not Shishu, Grandpa and I wouldn't give a damn about him."

what's the situation?
Sang Wuhen took a look: he saw three young people sitting and eating, one of them was standing with his face flushed, talking loudly to the other.

From the tone of his voice, he seemed extremely excited.

"Brother Yang, calm down. It's embarrassing for others to hear."

Brother Yang waved his hand and closed his eyes: "Whoever hears him, every time I mention him, I feel uncomfortable."

"Brother Zhao, it seems that he is drunk."

Said the young man sitting next to him.

"Brother Zhang, don't blame Brother Yang for complaining. Every time his uncle ordered us to do something, we obeyed. Especially the day before yesterday, we not only helped him, but also did such an embarrassing thing. As a result, The money is only paid a little bit, like sifting through teeth." Brother Zhao said in a low voice.

"That's right." Brother Zhang's voice was much softer.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, drink, drink."

When Sang Wuhen heard this, he didn't feel much meaning. He lifted his foot and walked upstairs with the proprietress.

Four people book three upper rooms.

Come down to order a meal.

At this moment, there are only those three young people left in the hall.

Judging from his demeanor, he was already very drunk.

"Brother Zhao, the day before yesterday..., I, we, buried so many dead people at night, he, he, damn it, just thinking about it makes me sick."

dead?Bury so many dead?Sang Wuhen, who was sitting at the table, was taken aback for a moment, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"Yang, brother Yang, don't mention it, don't mention it, drink, drink, do it, have a drink."

"Yes, yes, yes, if you have wine today, get drunk today, no matter how tired you are tomorrow, drink it." Brother Zhang's voice clearly shows that he is less drunk.

At this moment, a young man in green clothes and a long sword hanging from his waist walked outside.

He hastened his steps and quickly came to the front of the three of them.

The body is slightly bent, and the hands are arched.

"Excuse me, are the three of you Zhao Sanlong, Yang Xiaowu, and Zhang Xiao?"

"Exactly, you, where are you, how dare you disturb grandpa's drinking pleasure?"

"My disciple, Yue Ping, of the Qingxiao Sect, is ordered by his master to invite the three of you to gather at the "Qingyun" Villa."

"Little brother, although the Qingxiao sect is well-known in the local area, we are not familiar with each other. I don't know why your master did this?" Zhang Xiao asked.

"Fourth Master Wu is there, it must be his intention."

"Me, my uncle? No, no." Yang Xiaowu shook his head repeatedly.

The young man pretended not to see it, and continued to say: "Listen to the conversation between the teacher and the fourth master, because the three of you did a good job yesterday, so I want to reward you."

"Oh, really, really?"

"You won't know until you walk around."

"Zhao, brother Zhao, brother Zhang, go, do you want to go?" Yang Xiaowu glanced at them with bright red eyes.

"Only a fool would ask such a good thing, do you still refuse?" The two were almost in unison.

"Okay." He stopped immediately. "Little brother, lead the way."

With the sound of footsteps.

They quickly disappeared in the hall.

Sang Wuhen looked at the leaving back, and thought: In this world, only money is the most attractive.

"Uncle, the dishes are ready." Juying called out.

"Ah."

.........

After dinner, I went upstairs to take a bath and go to bed.

The next morning.

They go fast.

Go straight in the direction of Shilipu.

in the afternoon.

Finally, I saw the entrance of the narrow path leading to Hua Feixue's house.

Sang Wuhen let out a sigh of relief.

Holding the reins of the horse with his hand, he walked towards the path.

Ye Yanran followed closely behind.

It didn't take long.

A room with colorful eight pillars standing upright and corridors like belts is presented in front of you.

Sang Wuhen got off his horse and took a look: the gate was closed.

My heart suddenly became cold.

"No one." Ye Yanran and the two maids muttered at the same time.

When the four of them were disappointed.

Suddenly.

A woman's voice sounded: "It's Master Sang."

Immediately, two figures floated down from the roof.

Sang Wuhen fixed his eyes and looked happy.

It was none other than Hua Feixue's handmaidens Lu Bi and Liu Shuang.

"Master Sang, it's very kind of you to come."

"Oh, why? Where's the flower girl?"

When the two heard this, their faces darkened, "Miss is not in the room."

"Where?" He didn't feel right.

"Master Sang, please come with us."

The two turned around at the same time and walked towards a path next to the house.

Seeing this, Sang Wuhen didn't ask any further questions, but turned to look at Ye Yanran behind him.

Then, take a step.

About 100 meters from the house.

Lubi and Liu Shuang stopped under a thick dead tree.

"Grandma Liu, I'm Lubi, please open the door."

Everyone was surprised: Could it be that there is something weird here?
The guess is really right.

As the tree rotated, a hole appeared on the ground that allowed one person to enter and exit.

"Master Sang, please."

"Girl Lubi, is your lady in there?"

Although Sang Wuhen was thinking all the way, something must have happened.But still couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

As soon as Lubi answered, she approached the cave entrance and stepped on her toes.

Soon.

The whole body disappeared from people's sight.

(End of this chapter)