The two left the inn room and came to the street.

The city of Sanchuan City, which was bright in the morning, has entered a state of operation. The people here have really implemented the saying: Even if the world ends tomorrow, we must do what we do today.

But these people may not know that tomorrow is the end of the world.

Chen Qiye was walking on Lanhe Street. During this period, the vendors who set up stalls had just appeared. Most of the stalls had not been set up yet. The people who came and went on the road were all those who were hurrying to make a living.

There was no complaint or any resentment on their faces, just like they were full of confidence in today, full of smiles.

"Oh, hello, guest! I've come out so early to go shopping? But we haven't done it yet! It's about two quarters of an hour!"

"You can go to the Sheyu Teahouse there first, and they also have stories and operas! It's not expensive!"

"Ah...thank you." Chen Qiye watched the peddler leave in a hurry, and his mood was not sure whether he should be heavy or generous.

"Oh, good luck to the guest!"

The vendors who passed by Chen Qiye and the others greeted them kindly. The expressions on their faces were different, but they were all positive and rarely saw people with sadness between their eyebrows.

Chen Qiye silently walked towards the Sheyu Teahouse mentioned by the vendor, observing the people and environment around him.

"The blood temple marks are everywhere." Leica sent a voice to Chen Qiye and said: "Most of the blood temple marks on people are near the collars, a small part is on the sleeves, and a very small part is on the chest, with different complexity."

"Looking at the people whose marks are complicated and on their chests, they work the same hard as others, and they don't understand what the mark means at first. At first, I guessed that it might be a symbol of identity level, but when I look closely, it doesn't look like it."

Chen Qiye's attention was attracted by what Leica said, and then he looked carefully at the marks of the Blood Temple.

"Maybe... the complexity of the mark and its location represent their hard work?" Chen Qiye looked at the middle-aged man who helped people unload goods in the distance and said hesitantly: "You see, that person is much more labor-intensive than the others around him."

"Indeed, the people in this Sanchuan city are proud of the mark of the Blood Temple. The more complex and prominent the mark is, the more perfect the character of this person." Leica said, pointing to Chen Qiye another person marked on his chest.

The mark of the Blood Temple on that man's chest was quite complicated, but it was very grand. There were embroidery of auspicious clouds and rays of light near the mark of the temple. At first glance, you can still see some sacred feeling from it.

The man who had that mark was a middle-aged man, who was in a strong and strong age. He helped several elderly people carry the goods, repaired toys for several children, and took the time to buy some breakfast for nearby children and elderly people. Even some disabled vendors helped them settle as much as possible.

After watching for a while, Chen Qiye was shocked by what the man did, "Can such a saint really afford it in the mortal world?"

Under the witness of the two, the man marked on the blood temple on his chest helped no less than ten people in a very short period of time. His efficiency, proficiency, and smile made Chen Qiye say it was impossible.

However, there are fewer such people like saints. After looking around, Leica only found three people. Without exception, these three people are all model players of behavior. In Shen Qiye's eyes, they are all good people at the level of saints.

Chen Qiye restrained his unprecedented appearance, and he came to the door of Sheyu Teahouse with awesomeness along the way.

At this time, he had already figured out what evidence he wanted to take, so he did not walk into the teahouse, but turned around and looked at Leica behind him: "Do you think those clothes with extraordinary aura can be used as evidence?"

"Everyone has a blood temple mark on his clothes. If you want decisive evidence, this should be the best, right?"

Leica thought a little, then nodded: "Indeed, this kind of evidence is very effective, but they are all mortals...the breath of mortals..."

He did not finish his words, but gave Chen Qiye a time to think.

"Indeed... even the remnants of the Blood Temple of Mortals cannot make any storms. If it is the clothes of the Blood Temple with the aura of cultivators, the evidence will be more sufficient."

Chen Qiye thought, looking at the situation around him, "Where should I find such a person?"

At this moment, Chen Qiye suddenly heard a greeting sound from the teahouse, and a very clear female voice came into his ears: "Two guests, please come in!"

The woman said and walked out of the teahouse. She was wearing a simple long dress, which was quite elegant. Unlike her natural beauty, her beauty was shown with her clothes.

Chen Qiye was invited to the teahouse by her in the middle of the push and halfway through the place. At this time, there were not many people in the teahouse. It seemed that they had just opened the door.

Chen Qiye, who had originally wanted to leave, suddenly saw several rows of stages in front of tea tables and became curious.

He has only seen dramas in human cities on the main continent, and they have to be found in super-large cities. I didn’t expect that in a small city in this earthly spiritual world, there are still people who can do it?

This is something that only high-end and elegant people can appreciate and are qualified to appreciate. When they see something they are familiar with, Chen Qiye couldn't help but become a little interested.

He pointed to the stage in front of him, "There are still anyone here who can sing opera?"

"It's not easy to talk about singing opera." The woman leading the way chuckled and said, "I'll just know a few words."

When she said this, she obviously made dramatic gestures and looks, which was quite a bit scent.

"Singing an opera?" Leka's eyes were confused. This was the first time he had heard this word.
Chapter completed!