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Chen Ye spat out the oranges in his mouth, coughed twice, and cursed at the fruit seller: "You lied! You also said that oranges are sweet, and your teeth are sour."

The fruit seller ignored Chen Ye and continued to sell: "Buy oranges! Sweet and big oranges!"

Chen Ye was furious, and stepped forward: "I want to retreat!"

The fruit vendor pointed to the sign next to it, which read crookedly: "Once sold, no return!"

Chen Ye said: "You are a scammer."

The fruit vendor tilted his head with a provocative expression.

Chen Ye became even more angry, complaining in his heart, what kind of people are there in Pengcheng!

In the midst of the swords being tense, a woman's voice suddenly came in: "Hey! Wang Er, you are lying again!"

Chen Ye glanced at her, she was about 30 years old, although she was dressed in common clothes, she was well-dressed, and her face was quite shrewd.

When the fruit vendor Wang Er saw her, he finally stopped being lazy. He sat up straight, his eyes turned sullen, but his face turned red: "Who lied to you?! My fruit has been around for more than 50 years, which one Isn't everyone praising it?!"

The woman smiled and said, "Tsk tsk tsk! That happened more than 40 years ago, so I don't feel ashamed to mention it now!"

Wang Er got up and pushed her away: "Go, go! Cui Niang, where did you come from? Go back! Don't affect my business."

The woman said: "You think I'm willing to be here! It just so happens that I'm going to the south of the city to do business. I happened to pass by here. I thought I hadn't seen you for so long, so I stopped by for a walk, and I just happened to be caught."

Wang Erdao: "After reading it, let's go quickly."

The woman said: "Wait a minute, I want to bring some oranges back."

Wang Erdao: "Just now you said that our fruit is not tasty, why are you buying it again now?"

The woman said: "It's not that my old lady likes sour things, it just so happens that your fruits are sour, it just suits her taste."

Wang Er threw a pocket to the woman: "Hurry up and pick it up, don't block my business."

The woman slowly picked up the fruit: "In your small shop, besides me who often come to buy things, who else will come?"

Wang Er raised his head and said, "When you're not here, there are many people, and the city lord always comes to buy fruit. Who told you to come every time when there are few people?"

The woman said: "Ghosts believe you."

Chen Ye stood aside and watched the two sing together, unable to interrupt for a long time, looked at the orange in his hand, sighed, turned and walked out of the shop.

Finally arrived at the main city, a magnificent mansion came into Chen Ye's eyes.Next to the mansion is the bronze pagoda that Chen Ye saw from the top of the cloud, piercing into the sky.

Chen Ye pinched a trick, tapped it between his eyebrows, probed that spot with his divine sense, and then frowned.

When looking down at Pengcheng earlier, Chen Ye could faintly feel some wisps of ghostly aura, and that ghostly aura seemed to emanate from around the tower.But now that he was getting closer, he couldn't feel the ghostly aura anymore.

Chen Ye stood there, looked at the densely populated guards near the palace and the pagoda, and at the getting darker sky.Thinking about it, Dong Yin only asked Xiantong to bring a letter saying that there would be evil haunting here in a month, but he didn't know how long the fairy boy had been in Kunlun Mountain, and the exact time was almost impossible to determine.

He waited nearby until it got dark, and felt that there was no way to wait without a clue, so he had to find a nearby inn.

The closest to him was a magnificent inn named Mingyuelou in Pengcheng. It seemed to be relatively famous, and the people who went in were all well-dressed and well-known people.

Chen Ye squeezed the thin purse, and finally walked a little longer to arrive at a relatively low-key inn.

Although the inn is small, the storefront is very tidy. There are neither too many nor too few people staying there. An old woman about 60 years old is guarding the inn.

As soon as Chen Ye walked in, someone hurriedly walked in from behind, almost knocking Chen Ye over.

The man put down the two big bags of oranges in his hand, gasped heavily, wiped the sweat on his forehead, smiled and said to Chen Ye: "I'm sorry, I bumped into the guest officer just now. I'm the boss here, guest officer Are you going to the top or staying in a hotel?"

Looking at the two big bags of oranges beside him, Chen Ye felt his teeth sore, and couldn't help but ask, "You still buy so many oranges that are so sour?!"

The man smiled: "I just said that the guest officer looks familiar, so I saw him in Wang Er's shop before."

Chen Ye gave a salute with a smile: "Next to Chen Ye."

The woman smiled and said: "My name is Zhao Cuier, they all call me Cui Niang."

Chen Ye said: "Cui Niang looks like a straightforward and hospitable person."

Cuiniang giggled: "Young master is really good at talking, since that's the case, how about I give you a cheaper accommodation?"

Chen Ye tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart: "Thank you."

The old woman sitting on the counter walked over tremblingly, pointed to the two big bags of oranges that Cuiniang had brought back, and shouted with her two missing front teeth: "Why did you buy so many? Who will eat so many? spend money."

While registering the house for Chen Ye, Cui Niang defended: "You can make tea and drink it! Or make it into orange jam."

She took Chen Ye to live in a room in the south, and said warmly: "Young Master, if you have anything to do, just ask, you're welcome."

Chen Ye took a look at the house, which was not too big, but absolutely clean and tidy, and said, "Madam proprietress, you're welcome."

Cuiniang nodded, smiled and backed out.

Chen Ye stood in the house, opened the window, it was already dark outside, dotted with broken stars in the night sky, every house was lit up, and the tall nine-story pagoda in the distance was cold and mysterious .

Chen Ye stared there for a long time, and was finally interrupted by the smell of barbecue wafting in from outside the door, and then walked out of the door in a strange manner.

Cuiniang was standing in front of the counter with her head bowed and counting the bills. In the middle of the inn hall, there was an extra stove at some point, and the old woman was slowly roasting a few skewers of fish, the aroma was tangy.

There were already several people sitting in the hall, talking and laughing, eating grilled fish.

Seeing Chen Ye coming out, Cuiniang put on a smile: "Master, come out for a walk? Do you want to try my mother's grilled fish? I'm not boasting, my old mother's fish is famous in Pengcheng."

Chen Ye turned his head and swallowed at the figure of the old woman, picked up the money bag and put it down, finally couldn't hold back, and took out the money.

He sat at the table next to the old woman, and said to the old woman: "Ma'am, there is no chili for a bunch of grilled fish."

The old woman seemed to be a little deaf, and through the lingering smoke, she responded to Chen Ye: "What? Just chili?!" As she spoke, she quickly poured a lot of chili on the oily grilled fish...

Chen Ye held his head, looking at the glowing red grilled fish on the plate, he wanted to cry, but when he was thinking about what to say, Cui Niang sat beside him.

Cuiniang asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Chen Ye scratched his head and changed the subject: "Have you settled the score?"

Cuiniang said: "Okay."

Chen Ye said: "Today's income should be good, right? The proprietress treats people kindly, and the inn is well-decorated. Uh... Mother Zhao's craftsmanship is so good."

Cuiniang said: "Master, you are absurd." Then said: "Where did you come from?"

Chen Ye said: "Bianzhou."

Cuiniang made some calculations: "That's quite a long way. You have worked hard all the way, sir? Recently, there have been fierce battles nearby, and Pengcheng is under martial law."

Chen Ye echoed: "Yes." He lowered his head and ate a mouthful of fish. He was not used to spicy food, so he choked tears and coughed endlessly after taking a bite.

Cuiniang hurriedly served a cup of tea.

Chen Ye stopped coughing slowly, thought for a while, and then asked in the previous words: "The battle has been fierce recently? So nothing happened in Pengcheng recently, right?"

Cuiniang played with the teapot at hand: "What could be the matter? Our City Lord Fang never likes to get involved in these things." She added a little proudly: "And even if they call, they have to be able to fight.

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Chen Ye frowned: "Is there really nothing wrong?"

Cuiniang said: "It depends on what it is?"

Chen Ye said: "For example, a dead person, or something missing."

Cuiniang spread her hands: "There is nothing to do with dead people, even if God wants to take them away."

Chen Ye said: "I'm not talking about this kind of death, I'm talking about the kind of death that is very bizarre. Isn't there?"

Cuiniang thought about it seriously: "No. Why do you ask this?"

"I'm just asking." Chen Ye ate the fish guiltily, choked again, and coughed non-stop.

Cuiniang smiled and added another cup of tea: "I can't eat spicy food, so I ordered something so spicy."

Chen Ye took it awkwardly: "It's a long story." He paused, and then asked: "I think the nine-story pagoda in the city is very distinctive. What is that pagoda for?"

Cuiniang said: "Oh. That, that's the city lord's martial arts arena."

Chen Ye was stunned: "Martial arts arena? In the tower?"

Cuiniang said: "That's right, there are all elite soldiers of the city lord. It is said that every time the city lord wins a battle, he relies on them."

Chen Ye nodded: "So that's the case." He thought, the battlefield has been haunted by ghosts since ancient times, is it possible that the ghostly aura near the tower he felt before was brought about by these hundreds of battles?

Zhao's mother put down the grilled fish, went to get something near the counter, looked at the oranges that Cuiniang had left aside, sighed, and shouted to Cuiniang: "Put away these two bags quickly, and be careful not to trip someone. "

Cuiniang responded with an "oh", and stuck out her tongue at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye said with a smile: "It doesn't look like anyone would eat it, the proprietress is familiar with that fruit vendor?"

Cuiniang said: "Well, our two families were considered family friends. Wang Er's father left early, so it was not easy to leave him alone. Wang Er has been stubborn since he was a child, and he supported the small shop by himself. , I think I can help as much as I can.”

Chen Ye laughed and said, "I think it's not just because of this..."

Cuiniang blushed: "Stop guessing."

Mother Zhao shouted again: "Did you hear what I said?!"

Cuiniang got up: "I heard it! I heard it!" and said to Chen Ye: "Excuse me." She hurried over to pick up the oranges.

Chen Ye smiled, looking at the fish on the plate, he was a little worried, but he couldn't bear to throw away Fu's wishes, so he had to bring it into the house and continue to worry.

This worry led to Chen Ye's insomnia. In desperation, Chen Ye opened the window and stared at the pagoda in a daze.

Suddenly, a black figure broke into his line of sight...

I saw a man wearing a black cloak and a mask standing on the main street not far away, looking directly in the direction of the tower, then he swept away and drifted away.

Chen Ye immediately turned over and followed him out of the window, chasing after him.

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