The villain's daily corpse collection

Before Fang Qiu left, Rong Fei gave Wang Wei two passes, so the master and disciple could enter Yangyue City without any hindrance.

Looking back at the few people at the city gate, Wang Wei felt that there were many differences between the cities. Fangqiu City was bustling, peaceful and prosperous. But when he arrived at Yangyue City, the city gate here was not only taller and stronger than Fangqiu, but even the soldiers guarding the city were more majestic and powerful than ordinary soldiers.

The streets in the city are clean at first glance. There are no free vendors shouting and hawking, and no houses with a strong sense of the city. Passers-by are all in a hurry, wearing plain robes, and there are almost no bright colors. The stores on both sides of the city roads have uniform plaques and signs, with the same font, color, shape... all made by the same person.

"This city is a bit too stuffy." Huo Feng looked around and found that people here even spoke more quietly than elsewhere. They were either whispering or completely shut up and remained silent.

"Ha." Wang Wei listened attentively and chuckled.

"What's wrong, Master?" Huo Feng asked.

"What else can it be? Some people just don't like my hair color." Wang Wei pretended to speak loudly, and the two or three people who were whispering nearby dispersed.

A white-haired man appeared among the crowd of black-haired people. He was not yet an old man in his 80s, which made it difficult for the viewers not to take a few more glances.

"Master, there is a bulletin board here. It says... the city's schedule?" Huo Feng looked at the words on the bulletin board, somewhat puzzled.

There was a huge piece of rice paper pasted on the bulletin board, with standard official document small seal script written on it.

The two of them took a quick look and found that it was about the city's schedule for today's activities. It listed the major and minor events of the city today in an orderly manner, such as when the East Market would open, when the North Market would open, or when a certain business would be open at a certain time.

It was past the hour of Si, and the Hundred Playhouse in Yangyue City was about to open. Officials were beating gongs. Suddenly, there were more people and horses on the street, and it was no longer as quiet as before.

The warm spring sun shines on the earth, and the previous rain has evaporated completely.

Some more outsiders were allowed in through the city gate. They had been traveling for a long time and were already feeling hungry as they had not had breakfast, but many restaurants nearby did not show any signs of being open.

Looking at the overly simple streets around him, a foreign man spat subconsciously and shouted, "Isn't this the biggest city in the world? How come there isn't even a restaurant! It's so fucking huge!"

Before he could finish his words, an officer appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall.

"Sir! Sir, what have I done wrong? I just said some unpleasant words..." The man cried out in vain. The officer snorted coldly, "You should be expelled from the city with your character. How dare you ask me what I did wrong?"

"Sir, I shouldn't have said bad things about Yangyue City. It's me who has the problem. I have the problem... I know I was wrong. I'm new here, please forgive me, sir! Sir!" The man wanted to break free, but was still suppressed. His face was full of confusion.

"Anyone who spits obscene things on the ground will be flogged five times. Anyone who insults Yangyue with words will be flogged five times." The official impatiently let go of his hand and explained the rules of Yangyue City. "How can someone who doesn't know the rules come in? Let me check your pass."

The man was timid and tried to run, but was immediately knocked to the ground by the whip in the officer's hand, and then he was whipped. The thin whip hit the man's calf, tearing the thin and soft cloth, and the dark skin was immediately reflected with bright red marks. The whip fell on the man dozens of times, and the man wailed, but the passers-by around him turned a deaf ear.

"He's just venting his anger." Huo Feng wanted to step forward, but Wang Wei pulled him aside and said, "Why, do you want to intervene? Although the punishment is not light, that person did break the rules here."

She raised her chin and motioned Huo Feng to look to the other side, where an old woman in uniform was cleaning the dirty bluestone floor. Huo Feng sighed and said nothing more.

After a while, the shops on one side of the street suddenly opened their doors in unison, and the aroma of food wafted out. It turned out that it was lunchtime and the restaurants were about to open. People from nowhere walked into the restaurants one after another, and the street gradually began to get more and more people.

What a strange city.

"I don't sense any magical artifacts. The atmosphere here doesn't seem like a place with any spiritual energy at all." Huo Feng was unhappy. Compared to the lively and cheerful Fang Qiu, this city was too depressing.

Wang Wei patted Huo Feng on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be so hasty to draw conclusions. Everything has two sides. Look at the surrounding environment and the air in this city. If there were no such rules, it would definitely not be maintained so well."

There was a little boy selling a stack of tabloids everywhere. Wang Wei went up and bought one, which came with a simple map of the city.

"The East Market is ahead, and the Hundred Playhouse is about to open. Maybe there will be clues there." Wang Wei looked around and sighed, "This city is really too big, and there doesn't seem to be any special features for reference. It's not like Fangqiu, where there are jades everywhere, which can always give us a direction."

With the opening of Baixifang, the bookstores and teahouses on both sides of the street also gradually opened. There were storytelling performances in the teahouses and classes in the bookstores. The cultural atmosphere reached its peak at one time.

The predecessor of Zhongyue Dynasty was the Twelve Kingdoms, and each country had its own unique culture. Therefore, even though Shuangdu has a history of half a hundred years, the culture has not been completely unified, but it can't be said that a hundred flowers bloom. Just like the Lanling Bookstore nearby, several officials escorted the owner out of the door, accusing him of selling banned books. As for what the banned books were, no one knew.

There were many punishments of all sizes along the way, and Wang Wei was no longer surprised. Only Huo Feng frowned and said nothing. He even took out a notebook to record something. Wang Wei saw it but did not interfere.

The East Market was soon reached. The doors of all the Hundred Playhouses were open and there were many mobile stalls on the street. All of these stalls had a uniform appearance and sold snacks, fruit drinks, etc. People lined up in an orderly manner in front of many stalls, and the scene was prosperous everywhere.

"So everyone is here." Wang Wei walked towards a notice board. It said: "The South Tower's "The Falling Willow Flowers" will be performed at 15:00.

"Would you like to watch a play? Young lady and young gentleman, we are offering 20% ​​off on the mandarin duck tickets. Would you like to buy a pair?" A girl with a clever scorpion-tail braid suddenly appeared in front of the two men.

She was wearing a narrow-sleeved cloth dress with many colorful patches sewn on it. She had her sleeves rolled up, a charcoal pencil tucked between her ears, a cloth bag slung across her waist, and she stood cross-legged on the steps, shaking three times, looking mature and experienced.

"Well... how about this, I'll make the decision and give you 20% off, and give you two cups of freshly squeezed fruit drinks. How about that? It's really a good deal, don't miss the opportunity!" As she spoke, she flipped through the cloth bag on her waist, "Look, I only have one pair of mandarin duck tickets left, and it's hard to get a ticket for a seat together now!"

"What is a mandarin duck ticket?" Wang asked in confusion.

"In layman's terms, it means couples' tickets. Does this lady understand what it means literally?" She muttered softly, "You don't look like someone who doesn't understand."

Then he raised his hand to imitate, "Mandarin ducks, in pairs, like this——"

Huo Feng interrupted her performance and asked, "How much?"

The girl with the scorpion-tail braid replied, "Six hundred and forty-eight coins."

"How much?" Wang Wei noticed something was wrong.

"I haven't finished yet! Round off the decimal point, it's six hundred, two people get a free fruit drink, this is a huge discount!" The girl with scorpion-tailed braids emphasized again and again, "If you miss this ticket today, you won't get it tomorrow."

"Stop. Although we are not locals, we can still read a few words. The theater tickets over there are clearly 200 coins per person. Even if you gave away something else, that thing is also for sale nearby. It is obviously not worth 200 coins."

Wang Wei stopped himself from being taken advantage of, but Huo Feng didn't care. He murmured that he could afford it. Wang Wei heard it and immediately retorted: "Yes, I can afford it, but why do you have to spend extra money? And Yuanyang, I think it's unfair."

Seeing that the other party was not buying her offer, the girl with scorpion-tail braids felt for the first time that she had made a mistake. Not all customers who were dressed beautifully would buy her offer just for the sake of face.

"However, considering that you are working so hard to sell the product, I can still increase the price appropriately." Wang Wei raised his eyes and observed her confused expression.

"Sir, do you have any other requests?" The girl with scorpion-tail braid raised her head and her eyes lit up, feeling that there was hope for business again.

"Of course I do. I have a few questions for you. If you answer one and I'm satisfied, I'll give you an extra ten cents. How about that?"

"Just ask me. I've lived in Yangyue for more than ten years, so I'm sure I'll be well-informed!" The girl with scorpion-tail braids patted her chest and invited the two of them to a quiet place at the end of the alley.

Wang Wei asked directly: "Has anything strange happened here? In recent years."

"Strange things..." The girl with scorpion-tail braids pondered, "There is one thing, it's not strange, but it's quite big."

"What's the matter?"

"Have you heard of Yangyue An?" The girl with scorpion-tail braids deliberately lowered her voice, "Their previous prince, named An something Zhongyan, is dead!"

Wang Wei thought to himself that this was not surprising, as she was the one who killed the person.

"...Last month or something, a super lavish funeral was held. I know this because my aunt is in the funeral business. On that day, all the funeral paper and other funeral equipment in the city were bought up! Those who died on the same day had to wait until the seventh day before this gentleman could be buried... In addition, I heard that someone was making trouble at the funeral, and it was said that the emperor's troops had come... Sir, is this a strange thing?"

"Making trouble? Who is causing trouble?" Huo Feng interrupted and asked.

"She seems to be an emperor's daughter, and I heard she is ranked...seventh! She is the one who had an affair with An Zhongyan... Hey, my two lords, just take my words today casually. If anyone asks, don't say it was me who said it!" The girl with scorpion-tail braids became cautious.

"Don't worry." Wang Wei gave a reassurance, "Does An have a princess? Why didn't she show up at the funeral?"

"You asked such detailed questions. The most that Princess An did in the city was to occasionally add some excitement to ordinary people like us and occasionally take care of everyone's business. Other than that, I don't know her. I just think she is always unhappy... And she used to come to watch the show, but I haven't seen her recently."

Wang Wei lowered his head in thought, and the girl with scorpion tail braids carefully asked if he had any other questions.

Huo Feng thought of something and asked, "Your city is very strange. The strictness of the laws and regulations is much higher than that of other cities. Why is that?"

"This is a problem left over from history. It was already very strict when Yangyue was more than just a city. The current Yangyue Lord Li, his ancestors have always lived here. It is said that they were princes of the previous dynasty. Naturally, they want to pass down things from the past." The girl with scorpion braids knew everything here well.

Wang Wei stretched out his hand, and Huo Feng handed over his purse. Wang Wei gave him six hundred coins without hesitation. The girl with the scorpion-tail braid was overjoyed. However, she only answered four questions and earned an extra 160 coins. It was really a good deal!

"Thank you, sir! Here are your tickets." She respectfully handed the tickets over with both hands, and made a gesture to silence Wang Wei. She nodded in understanding and continued, "If you need to ask any questions in the future, you can always come to Tianxianju in Baihua Lane, East Market to find me. My last name is Yang, and they all call me Xiaoshu!"

Seeing the person running away, Huo Feng couldn't help but ask: "Master, you still gave her 600 yuan, why didn't you ask her when you bought the ticket before?"

"Didn't you see her attitude before? She started to make us listen to her and buy the so-called discounted tickets, but I, as the investor, had no right to choose. How can this be? Of course, I have to turn it around and make her feel grateful to me."

Huo Feng said "Oh" and nodded, not quite understanding. Wang Wei sighed, "You always consider others first and don't put your own needs first... You must have suffered a lot in Tiancao before."

Huo Feng wanted to say that it was okay, but the words came out of his mouth: "It doesn't matter. After all, they have more qualifications and experience. I should learn from my predecessors."

Wang Wei snorted coldly, "They are just a bunch of third-rate gods. What seniors are you talking about? Since you have become my disciple, you don't have to care about them anymore."

The two men walked out from the end of the alley. The show was about to begin and the seats were indeed full.

This is a new play, telling a story of the deep love between the emperor and the empress of the destroyed Yang and Wen royal families. The queen accompanied the prince Yang from the throne, and the prince Yang abolished the harem for her. The two had a love that was stronger than gold. However, the world was in chaos, and the weak Wen Kingdom was eventually defeated in the chaos. After the fall of the country, the emperor and the empress both committed suicide and were buried together in a coffin prepared in advance. The truth of this love was so touching that the dead trees in the city were covered with poplar flowers overnight...

Wang Wei showed little interest in the content. She sat in the audience, observing whether there were any suspicious people or objects nearby, and then lowering her head to pick her hands. Huo Feng watched her very carefully.

At this time, a group of soldiers suddenly came in to seal off the place and arrested the script writer and the leading actor on stage. The guests below the stage were not surprised by this.

"I told you there was something wrong with that sentence just now, but you still didn't believe me."

"Wen State was destroyed by An... then whose family destroyed it? No wonder they are not allowed to say it."

"More than that." The man whispered, "You haven't read Yue History. Not only did he destroy the country, he also massacred the city... In short, it was extremely tragic."

In the end, the theater owner could only appease the audience by refunding half of the ticket money, and the audience sighed and left the venue.

"I said Yangyue City is the most boring of all cities. It's not even as interesting as my fiefdom!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard from the crowd. Huo Feng was the first to notice it. He looked in the direction of the voice and found it was Princess Du Ximiao who had been pestering her master before.