Supervisor Chen looked at him deeply, said no more, turned and left.
Zhang San didn't dare to say anything more, lowered his head and walked away quickly.
Lu Chen sat down again and continued to sort out the files.
The sharp edge at that moment had subsided, and he had turned back into the seemingly ordinary civil servant.
Only this time, no one in the Archives Bureau dared to cause trouble for him easily.
Everyone understands that this Banner Sergeant from Southern Mausoleum is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
Those who can survive Hidden Dragon Trial probably have more blood on their hands than they have ever seen in their lives.
Lu Chen's fingers gently brushed the writing on the file, his eyes calm.
What he wants is this effect - without being too showy, but also letting these people understand that he is not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated at will.
In the next few days, Lu Chen clicked on time every day and concentrated on sorting out the mountains of old files.
He moved slowly and slowly, sorting the files by year and region, brushing off dust and repairing any damage.
It seems that he is completely immersed in this boring work.
Only when no one is paying attention will his eyes stay on some special records for a while.
This afternoon, he was sorting out a batch of files on anomalies around Capital City.
Most of these files record old cases of demons hurting people and people disappearing.
It seems ordinary, but Lu Chen found that several of the cases were quite strange.
The identity of the victim was either rich or noble, and the circumstances of his death were also quite strange.
What concerned him even more was that some special marks were mentioned in the on-site investigation records.
Although the description was vague, the characteristics of the mark were subtly similar to the evil Ghost Face he had seen.
"Master Lu, do you want some water?"
A timid voice sounded next to him.
Lu Chen looked up and saw a young civil servant standing next to him holding a tea cup.
This person's name is Little Li, and he is one of the few people in the Archives Bureau who has no obvious hostility towards him.
"Thank you." Lu Chen took the tea cup and his eyes stayed on Little Li's face for a moment.
Little Li saw him taking the tea cup, with a slightly relaxed look on his face.
He looked around and lowered his voice. "Master Lu, don't mind Zhang San and the others... they are just bullying students."
Lu Chen took a sip of tea without comment.
Little Li came closer and his voice was even lower. "Actually, Archives Bureau was not like this before. Since Sixth Prince lost power, we have become a fringe department..."
Lu Chen's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly.
"Sixth Prince?"
Little Li seemed to realize that he had said too much, and waved his hands quickly. "I heard about it too, just pretend you didn't hear it..."
After saying that, he bowed hastily and left quickly.
Lu Chen looked at his back, thoughtfully.
He put down the tea cup and continued to sort out the files.
Just when he picked up the next file, his fingertips touched a parchment roll made of special material.
The tentacles are cold and completely different from ordinary paper.
He carefully unfolded the parchment, but there was nothing on it.
But when he ran True Qi, two simple handwritings slowly appeared on the parchment - Godslayer.
At the same time, a familiar smell of killing came to my face.
Lu Chen's pupils shrank and he immediately restrained his breath.
What is recorded on this parchment is actually Cultivation Method, which has the same origin as his <Godslayer Slash>!
He calmly put away the parchment and continued the work at hand, as if nothing had happened.
In the evening, Lu Chen stopped Little Li who was about to leave.
"Li Wenshu, stay."
Little Li heard this and turned around nervously. "What are your orders, Mr. Lu?"
Lu Chen showed a gentle smile, "I'm new here, and I'm not familiar with Capital City. I wonder if Li Wenshu can recommend a few... places where I can buy some special items?"
Little Li's face changed slightly, he looked around and lowered his voice. "Mr. Lu, are you talking about... the black market?"
Lu Chen is noncommittal.
Little Li swallowed and spoke in a lower voice, "The abandoned pier in the south of the city. On the 15th of every month, there are awning boats to pick up. But there is a mixture of fish and dragons there, and it is very dangerous..."
"Thank you." Lu Chen nodded and asked no more questions.
The moonlight was like a hook, and Lu Chen took advantage of the cover of night to arrive at the abandoned dock in the south of the city like a line of blue smoke.
The air was filled with the smell of river water and rotten wood, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the chirping of insects remained.
An old awning boat was moored quietly on the shore, with a dim lantern on the bow like the only eye in the darkness.
"Rules."
The old man sitting on the bow of the boat didn't even raise his head, and his hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
Lu Chen Put one or two pieces of silver on the bow of the boat.
The old man weighed it with his skinny fingers and sneered, "Not enough, ten taels."
This price is several times the normal entrance fee, so it's obviously a matter of choice.
Lu Chen raised his eyes, his eyes under the bamboo hat were calm and calm. "When did the shipping rates on the black market increase to ten taels?"
"My rules are just rules." The old man finally raised his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, "If you can't afford it, get out."
Just when the atmosphere was tense, another slightly frivolous voice came in. "Hey, Old Liu, are you trying to trick the newcomers again?"
A young man wearing a brocade gown and waving a folding fan walked over, followed by two calm guards.
"This friend is very cool. Is this your first time here? I, Liu Mingquan, love making friends with heroes from all over the world."
Lu Chen said nothing, just watched quietly.
Liu Mingquan didn't care, and smiled and said to Old Liu, "This friend's shipping fee will be charged to my account."
Old Liu snorted coldly and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Lu Chen nodded slightly to Liu Mingquan: "Lu Chen."
He didn't say much, he accepted the sentiment, but he didn't appear overly enthusiastic either.
Liu Mingquan became more interested and boarded the ship with Lu Chen.
As the boat sailed along the river, Liu Mingquan shook his fan and said, "Brother Lu, I'm here for the first time. Do you know that this black market is divided into two areas, 'light and dark'? Bright District sells some common and rare goods, Dark District... has all kinds of activities. However, Dark District requires acquaintances to guide you, and it will not open until the night of the full moon in three days. Today, I will take Brother Lu to visit Bright District."
Lu Chen knew in his heart that Liu Mingquan's identity was by no means simple, but he didn't point it out and just said lightly, "Thank you."
The awning boat sailed into a hidden fork of the river, and the view suddenly opened up.
A huge underground cave appeared in front of us, brightly lit and full of people, just like an underground city.
When Lu Chen stepped onto the pier, a black shadow suddenly bumped into him and stuffed something into his sleeve very quickly.
At the same time, several loud shouts came, "Little thief! Where are you running!"
The black shadow burrowed into the crowd like a loach.
Several fierce men immediately surrounded Lu Chen. The leader had scars on his face and said with a ferocious smile, "Boy, are you in the same group as that thief? Hand over your things!"
This was clearly a frame-up, intended to test the true identity of this newcomer.
Liu Mingquan was about to speak, but Lu Chen took a step forward.
He didn't say anything, he just glanced at the big men.
A cold murderous aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood instantly enveloped it. Although only a trace of it was revealed, it made those big men feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Their faces turned pale and they took a few steps back without daring to say another word.
Lu Chen then brushed his sleeves, as if dusting off the dust, and said to Liu Mingquan, "Brother Liu, please."
A trace of surprise and understanding flashed in Liu Mingquan's eyes, and his smile became brighter, "Brother Lu, it's so heavy Sha Qi... please come over here."