Divine Capital's night has always been layered.
Outer City's Slums has long been curled up in the sound of the curfew, turning into a black swamp of deathly silence.
Only Inner City Changle Ward has just revealed that charming face that swallows gold and corrodes bones.
The painted boat broke into tiny ripples in the Luo River, and the sound of the Silk and Bamboo orchestral music penetrated the rain curtain, mixed with the confusing smell of rouge and powder, fumigating this half of the city like a pot of boiling soup of desire.
Yihong Pavilion, Heavenly Chamber.
The thick carved wooden doors cut off the hustle and bustle of the hall downstairs, but the interior did not appear peaceful.
The fine Agarwood is smoldering in the Gilt Boshan Furnace, and the green smoke it spits out spirals up, and finally dissipates at the beams, leaving only a dull sweetness.
Fang Mo Push open the window lattice facing the street.
The damp and cold night wind mixed with rain powder poured into his collar, but it could not dissipate the smell of rust that always lingered on the tip of his nose.
The Lung Gold Divine Treasury in his body was still humming, and every time he breathed, the airflow from his nasal cavity was sharp enough to tear Xuan Paper apart.
Just now at the White Tiger Hall, with the momentum of killing Lei Heng with that sword, he forcibly broke through the suppression of the fake Demon Suppressing Pagoda, but the Geng Gold Killing Aura rushing in his meridians has not yet completely calmed down.
This Sha Qi was so strong that it even made his already tattered jailer's uniform rustle in the windless room.
Behind him, next to a huge red sandalwood round table, Qian Dagui is lying on the table eating haise, Iron Bull is squatting at the door like a door god, Old Yan is huddled in the shadows, smoking a dry cigarette, Jie Se Monk was holding a roasted chicken leg, staring at the picture Spring Palace Pictures on the wall in a daze while chewing it, still muttering Se Ji Shi Kong.
None of these people are normal.
But at this moment, Fang Mo feels that only by staying with this group of abnormal people can he feel more at ease.
He didn't really come to visit Brothel.
There was a change in his father Fang Dashan's tomb. This news was like a thorn piercing into his flesh.
The clue ends here at Nian Nu'er.
Although that woman had that kind of relationship with him and even gave him Finger Bone, she still kept secret about the truth back then.
"His name cannot be known, and his body cannot be seen."
Fang Mo chewed on these words.
On a rainy night eighteen years ago, that piece of God King Severed Finger fell from the sky, and the father wearing Raksha Mask killed Divine Capital.
What is hidden behind all this?
Wang Youan That old guy must know.
He has been hiding in Heavenly Prison for so many years, disguising himself as a Greasy Fatty who is greedy for money and afraid of trouble, but he can show such terrifying control at critical moments.
But his mouth was harsher than a dead man's mouth.
Unless he wanted to say it himself, even if Fang Mo put the knife on his neck, he would probably only hear a sound.
Now, the clue is broken.
I originally wanted to use the account books to depose Lei Heng, and followed the clues to find out the dirty tricks behind the Punishment Department. As a result, the account books became waste paper, and Lei Heng became a dead ghost.
Li Fuguo...
This name came to Fang Mo's mind again.
The Eunuch Liu just now is obviously the person from the Palace. The oral message he brought is not so much the emperor's decree as it is some kind of warning, or... bait?
Why did he suddenly bring up Fang Dashan's tomb just when he had just killed Lei Heng, taken control of the White Tiger Hall, and was preparing for Great Gan's battle?
This is not like pure revenge, but more like forcing him.
Force him to go to that place, force him to lift the lid.
"Huh..."
Fang Mo spit out a mouthful Turbid Qi.
Soul Depth, Kidney Palace were tightly closed. Nian Nu'er seemed to have sensed the oppression of the outside world and did not come out to make fun of them.
The fog is heavy.
This Divine Capital is like a huge chessboard. He originally thought that he was the chess player, or the fool who wanted to overturn the chessboard.
But now it seems that he, Lei Heng, and even the seemingly powerful Li Fuguo may be just pawns on this chessboard.
The real chess player is hiding behind the thick Cloud Layer, overlooking all this.
"Boss, what are you thinking about?"
Qian Dagui finally put down the bone that had been chewed clean. He burped, reached out and wiped a few hands on his clothes, with a forced arrogance in his voice, "Don't be so sad. My father said that as long as money can solve the problem in this world, it doesn't matter. If money can't solve it, then add life."
"Your father is really a philosopher." Fang Mo took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"That's right." Qian Dagui chuckled, "Don't be too impatient about Uncle Fang's matter. I'll send someone over there tomorrow to watch. Whoever dares to touch a shovelful of Uncle Fang's soil will be buried with his whole family."
Fang Mo glanced at the fat man and felt a little warm in his heart.
Although this guy looks unreliable, at the critical moment, his loyalty is real.
"And the tower that Lei Heng built before he died..."
Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
Demon Suppressing Pagoda.
Although the pitch-black phantom of Ruined Pagoda was chopped into pieces by Blood Soul, the aura and the suppressive force against Divine Treasury were still fresh in Fang Mo's memory.
That's imitation.
It is a parody of [Prison Suppressor].
In this world, besides him, does anyone else know about the existence of Prison Suppressor?
Or is it that Prison Suppressor itself is inextricably linked to some kind of Origin Power in this world?
"I need to find someone to talk to."
Fang Mo slammed the empty wine glass on the windowsill.
Wang Youan doesn't say it, Nian Nu'er doesn't say it.
But there is someone who might know something.
The woman who represented order and Demon Suppression Division, who had always treated him coldly, yet to some extent acquiesced in his misbehavior.
Li Mingyue.
"Dong dong dong."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise downstairs.
Immediately afterwards, there was the madam's sharp voice, with a hint of panic and flattery.
"Oh, sir, this is Yihong Pavilion. I'm afraid it's against the rules for you to barge in with a knife..."
"Get lost."
Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
Fang Mo turned around and glanced at Qian Dagui and the others who were eating haphazardly around the table, with a hint of amusement in their eyes.
"Da Gui, Old Yan."
Fang Mo's voice was not loud, but it gave off an exciting chill.
"Stop eating and clear the table."
He stepped towards the door, and with every step he took, the Geng Gold Killing Aura that had been suppressed for a long time in his body leaked out. By the time he stood at the table, his whole body was like a peerless Fierce Weapon that had been unsheathed, pointing directly at the wooden door that was about to be pushed open.
"We're picking up guests!"