Compared to Yu Ke’s identity.

Yan Jing was actually more concerned about Zhao Qianwu's other speculation.

In other words, members of the Mozhu Society may have visited this world decades ago.

Previously in Yashan Village, Yan Jing killed the evil cultivator of the Immortal Official Way, and the relevant information given by the Torch was enough to prove that there was an existence similar to the Torch in the last spiritual energy tide.

If Yan Jing was just suspicious at that time, now he can confirm the fact that two groups of apostles appeared in the same different world.

They are most likely from the same origin!

The spiritual energy tide that year ended so abruptly, and a number of extraordinary organizations, including the Mozhu Society, completely disappeared in a very short period of time. Coupled with Torch's evaluation of those people, it undoubtedly proves that the "system" they belong to has already collapse.

The crux of the matter lies in this.

What caused the collapse of the "system", the disappearance of the spiritual energy tide or other force majeure?

Will what happened in the past happen again?

You must know that disasters were not as frequent as they are now. If the torch suddenly disappeared, it is unknown whether mankind can resist supernatural events with today's technology.

"Decades apart, two groups of people came to the same place. Does this mean that the world we live in really exists in a certain time and space, and we just came here with the help of a torch."

Yan Jing's eyes still stayed on the compass in his hand. He paused and told Zhao Qianwu beside him the problem that had been bothering him for a long time.

"In this case, what about our world? One day in the future, will this world also become the place where otherworldly events occur?"

"It's unknown at the moment, but it's an indisputable fact that with the outbreak of this spiritual energy tide, disasters are happening around the world intensively. At least we are not like the people in Jingjiang Town, who know nothing about everything!"

Think tanks within the Special Affairs Bureau and even the country have already considered Yan Jing's problem. Although Zhao Qianwu could not disclose relevant information, he still showed considerable confidence.

Yan Jing had no intention of continuing to dwell on this issue.

Return your attention to current events. You must survive first before you can think about the future.

At this time, the two of them had followed the lucky compass and ran some distance away, and were walking on a street whose architectural style was obviously very different from the houses they had passed before.

Houses with pubs and tile signboards can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street, and their facades are very deserted.

There is no doubt that this is the night entertainment street of Jingjiang Town. According to the name of this era, it should be said to be Fireworks and Willow Alley.

"He Bo likes gold, silver, treasures, beauty and power. This beautiful girl is good. How can the evil life be so colorful in a place like this?"

Zhao Qianwu looked around and obviously noticed the special nature of this street.

"He Bo, Xiu Nu, and Foolish Boy, there is always a reason for the origin of these names. Although the old monk does not know their specific locations, these names themselves are also a clue... Found them!"

Stopping in front of a building, Yan Jing raised his head and looked at the gauze curtains hanging on the balconies on the second and third floors and the red lanterns hanging under the eaves.

Chunliu Pavilion.

The needle of the lucky compass is set here.

Yan Jing's expression became increasingly weird.

Men all know what this place does, but if this evil spirit is really inside...

No matter what, the lucky compass will not go wrong. Now that you have reached the door, there is no reason to stop moving forward.

Rumble

There was a muffled thunder in the sky again, and the wind and rain, which had only subsided for two or three hours, seemed about to start again.

Yan Jing stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

He turned back and glanced at Zhao Qianwu, who immediately understood and picked up a long stick as a weapon, while his free left hand was placed on the signal bomb on his waist.

Before leaving the pagoda, the team made an agreement that in the event of an attack or insurmountable trouble, they would immediately send out a signal flare to call for help.

His right hand suddenly exerted force, and the door in front of him bounced open with trembling. Yan Jing put his hand on the hilt of Shuofeng's sword, his eyes swept across the room, and his pupils shrank.

I saw a large number of corpses lying scattered in Chunliu Pavilion...

Wait, are they all alive?

There are actually large beds placed throughout the lobby on the first floor of Chunliu Pavilion. Men and women entangled and disheveled can be seen everywhere. A low table is set up in the center of the bed, filled with cups and plates of wine, and the air is filled with It smells of lust.

Yan Jing has never seen this scene before.

The shaking sound of the door and the cold wind rushing in woke up many people. They reluctantly stood up, glanced at them and fell down again. They put their hands into the arms of the woman beside them to keep them warm.

Yan Jing paid no attention to these people. He held the compass in his hand and his eyes fell on the Sandu Buddha statue in the lobby, which was full of incense.

Just like last night in the restaurant, it was served extremely well.

The effect looks pretty good too.

The worship of He Bo by Chengjing Lake last night obviously did not disturb their interest. In other words, these people did not believe in He Bo.

"Two distinguished guests, we are not welcoming guests this morning. If there is a need..."

The plain-faced woman in a brocade robe trotted out from the back hall, trying to get Yan Jing and Zhao Qianwu to leave quickly. When she got closer, she suddenly noticed the weapons they were carrying, and her words stopped abruptly.

"We are looking for something, and when we find it, we leave."

Yan Jing was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it over. He took two steps forward and showed the pattern in front of the lucky compass pointer to the madam.

"Do you have a jade butterfly of this style in your building?"

Her hands hurriedly caught the silver ingot, and the madam's originally frightened expression immediately turned into flattering. But when she saw the pattern on the compass, her expression froze again, and she hesitated and replied,

"Miss Ruqian...she doesn't sell herself as a performer. If you two want to listen to music, it's fine."

"What I'm asking is this jade butterfly, do you recognize it?"

"I recognize it. Miss Ruqian has a hairpin, it looks like this."

"Where is the person?"

"She is the oiran of our Chunliu Pavilion. She only sells her skills but not her body..."

The madam still wanted to emphasize, but when she heard a "choking" sound, the bald villain in front of her had already unsheathed his sword, and then he felt a chill on his neck.

"How can it be considered a sale if I don't give you money?"

The blade of the sword slapped the old bustard's cheek, and Yan Jing grinned. There was no need to pretend to be anything, his face was scary enough when he smiled.

"She is an oiran, and she does not sell herself as a performer. I'm really sorry for you two guest officials."

Unexpectedly, even with the sword on his neck, the madam still had no intention of letting go, and just continued to emphasize what he had said before.

While she was speaking, perhaps there was too much movement here. Many guests in the room and the prostitutes accompanying them also raised their heads and looked here. Some of them had already stood up and started to put on their shoes.

Zhao Qianwu raised his eyebrows, took two steps forward, and stood behind the old bustard, holding a long stick as a deterrent.

"You just need to take us to see her. We are not interested in prostitutes. We just have something to ask."

After approaching the Shuofeng Sword a few minutes, Yan Jing spoke again, and the shadow control puppet quietly activated.

Controlling an ordinary person should have been completed within a few seconds, but what Yan Jing didn't expect was that the shadow line would bounce out the moment it entered the Madam's body, followed by a severe mental sting.

has a problem!

"She is an oiran..."

The madam continued to repeat, but this time Yan Jing grabbed her chin before she finished speaking.

Turning the madam's cheeks left and right, Yan Jing's eyes fell on her eyes, which had lost their divine light and became dim.

"She's been controlled...be careful!"

Just as Yan Jing was about to speak to remind him, the Madam's expression suddenly became ferocious, her waist bent in a weird posture, and her hands suddenly pinched Zhao Qianwu behind him.

At the same time, the unconscious drinkers and prostitutes they saw when they first entered the door stood up one after another, expressionless, and their eyes locked on Yan Jing and Zhao Qianwu.

After being reminded, Zhao Qianwu immediately dodged sideways. Yan Jing also grabbed the Madam by the neck, dragged her aside and pushed her directly to the ground.

The suppressed Madam showed no intention of stopping. Her body was swaying around like a mollusk, indicating that she would continue to attack. Her limbs also experienced mutations, and her five fingers shrank and turned into a fleshy tentacle...

The sudden alienation was beyond their expectations.

Apparently it’s not just the bustard who has problems with Chunliu Pavilion.

Hoo!

Everyone in the lobby was already going crazy. The people who had been so drunk that they could not even stand still now seemed to have been given a shot of blood, and they rushed towards the two people at the door like crazy.

Zhao Qianwu put up a posture, danced his long stick, and instantly knocked away the three people approaching him, and shouted,

"There is something wrong with these people. They are all under control. This must be the evil lair. You go find it, and I will hold it back!"

The abnormal state of the man in front of him made it clear that the arrival and demands of Yan Jing and Zhao Qianwu had offended the evil spirits hidden here.

In order to prevent it from taking this opportunity to escape, the location of the evil spirit must be found immediately.

"Signal flare, use it directly when you find an opportunity."

Knowing that now was not the time to fight, Yan Jing decisively swung his sword to kill the madam, jumped out, stepped on a pillar on one side of the lobby to use his strength to lift into the air, climbed onto the fence of the corridor on the second floor, and climbed into the corridor.

Run along the corridor while checking the lucky compass needle.

The people below swarmed towards the stairs, but Zhao Qianwu stepped on the shoulders of several people first, and performed a neat forward somersault, landing directly in the middle of the stairs. A long stick was placed across his chest, and several streams of light flickered in between.

One man is in charge!

With Yan Jing's speed, he had already run through the entire corridor in just a few seconds. When he saw the pointer pointing to a certain room, he stepped forward and kicked open the door.

There was no one in the house.

His eyes were half-closed, and when he opened them again, they were filled with a strange light.

Vision!

Standing at the door and looking around the entire room, still finding nothing, he left without hesitation and returned to the corridor.

The direction pointed by the lucky compass remains unchanged.

The direction is correct, then there is only one possibility left, it is on the third floor!

With his legs slightly bent, he stood up, the Shuo Feng Sword split open the corridor, and climbed straight to the third floor.

Kicked open the door in front of me again.

The room on the third floor was obviously more spacious and exquisite than the one on the second floor. Yan Jing walked in quickly with a cold face. With his spiritual observation, his eyes immediately locked on the huge bed in front of him.

Behind the hazy gauze, a graceful figure is looming.
Chapter completed!