Night Rain The washed sky is not clear. Instead, it seems as if someone has splashed a layer of thick ink, pressing heavily on the layers of Divine Capital's cornices.
Punishment Department's backyard, this place where usually only the dead ghost Lei Heng would wipe his weapons alone, was now filled with an almost absurd smoke and smoke.
Lei Heng's residence, which was originally filled with Killing Aura, was now transformed into a large open-air dining hall under the command of Qian Dagui.
More than a dozen Big Red Lanterns with the word "Fu" on them were raised high, and the candlelight trembled in the wind, illuminating the originally gloomy courtyard.
In the center of the yard, a Golden Nanmu Round Table confiscated from an unknown house was placed steadily. The wood grain on the tabletop was like flowing water, but at the moment, most of it was covered by greasy dishes.
Qian Dagui spent a lot of money on this table.
It is not the common chicken, duck or fish meat in the market, but delicacies that need to be simmered slowly with Spirit Spring Water and supplemented with Hundred-Year Medicinal Herbs.
That plate of Dragon Plays with Phoenix uses Red Snake Gallbladder from Xiliang Tribute paired with the brains of Black Bone Spirit Chicken. The White Jade Plate is red and white, steaming with a burst of tonic Medicinal Fragrance;
The Treading Snow to Find Plum Blossoms in the vat next to it was made of Deer Fetus that had just been taken out of the mother's body, and Snow Lotus wrapped in Tianshan. It had been stewed for three hours. The soup was as clear as tea, but thick enough to hang on a spoon.
Fang Mo sat in the shadow under the corridor, Grand Tutor Chair made a slight creaking sound as he moved.
In his hand, he was playing with a half-cut arrow he had brought out from Ruins. The blood on the arrow had long since dried and turned black.
What about dragon liver and phoenix marrow, bear paw Deer Fetus, Qian Dagui? They really don't regard money as money. As long as they are expensive, they are all piled up.
His eyes did not fall on those priceless dishes, but on the pool of muddy water outside the corridor that had not yet dried.
Eunuch Liu The scene before leaving was going over and over in his mind.
That Grand Eunuch had extremely severe Germophobia. Fang Mo remembered clearly that even in a place like Mass Grave, where the ground was full of rotting flesh, the other party would stand on tiptoes when getting off the sedan chair, for fear of getting even a speck of dirt on the soles of his shoes.
But it was such a person who, after confirming that he had not handed over anything, rolled into the mud pit full of Corpse Water without hesitation.
That roll was too decisive and too deliberate.
The plain white robe instantly turned into a gray-black rag, and the face covered with makeup was not spared either.
But Fang Mo clearly caught a trace of extremely deep pleasure in Old Eunuch's eyes.
"Interesting..." Fang Mo gently touched the rough broken arrow with his finger, feeling a stinging pain in his fingertips.
It stands to reason that if Eunuch Liu obeyed Li Fuguo's order, it must be to seek medicine for the One Above.
Since you are asking for medicine and you can't get anything, it means you are not doing the job well, and you will lose your head if you go back.
How could a person who failed in running an errand feel so relieved?
Unless the purpose of his trip was not to bring things back.
Or rather, he was trying to make sure something didn't fall into someone's hands.
The mud all over his body was not a shame, but a medal. It was an excuse for him to go back and deliver the mission - "I tried my best, but the lunatic named Fang was too tough, and I almost lost my life there."
Only with this body of mud can the play be sung smoothly.
Fang Mo threw the broken arrow on the table with a crisp sound.
"Old Yan."
The old man who was wiping the Boning Knife in the corner by the light of a lantern shook and the oily rag in his hand almost fell to the ground.
He quickly put the knife back into the leather sheath on his waist, and quickly glanced around West Zhou with his squinty old eyes, confirming that both Iron Bull and Jie Se were busy dealing with the food in front of him, then he bowed his body and slipped to Fang Mo like an old mouse.
"Master, what's the matter? Are you hungry? I'm going to hurry..."
"It's not about food." Fang Mo waved his hand, leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and his eyes were frighteningly bright in the shadows.
"You have been working on Heavenly Prison all your life. There is nothing about Divine Capital that you don't know inside and outside. Let me ask you, how long has Palace been sitting on Dragon Throne?"
Old Yan was stunned for a moment.
He has stayed in Heavenly Prison all his life, heard the secrets of countless dignitaries, and knows everything about Imperial Court.
But he didn't expect that Fang Mo would ask this at this time.
Old Yan looked around to make sure West Zhou was no one else, then lowered his voice, and a glimmer of light flashed in his muddy old eyes.
"Master, I don't want to inquire about this matter... But since you are asking, old man, I won't hide it anymore." Old Yan stretched out a skinny finger and made another sign of seven, "His Majesty Ascended the Throne, it has been one hundred and seventy years."
One hundred and seventy years.
Fang Mo The corner of his mouth raised a playful arc, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Although the martial arts in this world are prosperous, it is not uncommon for the Organ Refining Realm's Martial Artist to live over a hundred years. If one enters Divine Treasure Realm, one's lifespan can be extended to two hundred.