Chapter 251: Mysterious Territory (I)
It's no wonder that this woman is so nervous. She is just a common citizen. The highest-ranking people she has ever seen are just government servants and spies.
And the person in front of him is an inner disciple who is unattainable!
Thinking of this, she became even more nervous and stammered: "People outside my family usually go back very early and on time, but this time my family was waiting around, but no one was there. I thought it was because something was entangled and I couldn't get away from it. But I didn't even see a messenger, so the poor woman came to ask..."
"Zhang Dongping, did Xiaoba tell you where he went?"
Han Yi shook his head and looked at Zhang Dongping who was standing aside. He had never been to the black market last week and didn't know much about these things.
"Xiaoba did go home to rest..." Zhang Dongping thought for a while, "At that time, he also went to the canteen to get some eggs and bacon, saying he was taking them home to eat. This was a few days ago. If he doesn’t go home, where else can he go?”
Although Xiaoba is a little clever on weekdays, he only does some lazy things. Generally speaking, he is still an honest person.
"When was the last time you saw him?"
Han Yi's brows were still furrowed and he continued to ask.
"It should have been the night before he went home to rest. At that time, we were handing over the shift in the live cargo area..."
Zhang Dongping answered uncertainly.
"The night before...the live goods area..."
"He didn't go home and was still patrolling at night. That means that if something happened to him, it might have happened in the black market or on the way home..."
Thinking of this, Han Yi shouted to Zhang Dongping loudly.
"Take a few people and search the live goods area to see if you can find any clues!"
Zhang Dongping did not dare to neglect, greeted several disciples, and went quickly.
"Master Han, it's not good!"
Soon, he came to Han Yi with a bag of things, his tone was low and urgent.
He first looked at the little girl who was restless beside him, and whispered to Han Yi: "Master Han, just now the brothers followed your instructions to search the living goods area, and sure enough, they found the little girl in an abandoned house. Eight things!”
"oh......"
Han Yi took a look and saw that there were pancakes, bacon, and a few hard-boiled eggs in the package. The eggshells were broken and covered with dust.
In addition to these, the most conspicuous thing is a soft whip. This is a seven-section whip, more than three feet long, made of animal hide, with a faint trace of dried blood on it.
On the head of the whip, there is a ring fixed with Xiaoba's name engraved on it.
Although the woman lowered her head and did not dare to say anything, she kept raising her eyes and peeking at their movements.
When she saw the soft whip, she was stunned for a moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes.
This soft whip is Xiaoba's favorite thing. His family is not rich to begin with. He spent several months of his salary to buy this soft whip.
After I bought it, I wiped it with a soft grease cloth. I wished I had to hold it while sleeping and eating, so how could I throw it away so easily?
Something must have happened!
The more the woman thought about it, the sadder she became. She could no longer bear it, turned pale, and burst into tears.
For a moment, the guard box was filled with the heartbreaking cries of women...
............
"Missing......"
Han Yi absentmindedly flipped through the registration book in his hand, but what he was thinking about was Xiaoba's disappearance.
In the evening, he finally managed to comfort the grieving woman, took some money to let her go home first, and comforted her. As long as there was news about Xiaoba, he would comfort him as soon as possible.
After all, you don't see people alive or dead, so what you see now are just some items, maybe Xiaoba accidentally dropped them.
However, just after dealing with this troublesome matter, before he could take a breath and rest, another large amount of goods arrived, and Han Yi had to check the registration book again.
Perhaps it was because he knew that the black market lacked a large number of live goods.
This time, those Yaren intermediaries did not know where and by what means they prepared so many "live goods".
The convoy was like a string of pearls, and there was a long queue. After unloading the goods for most of the day, there was still an endless stream.
After being busy for a while, Han Yi could finally sit down and drink some tea, rest for a while, and have time to think carefully about Xiao Ba's affairs.
"However, this black market is the hinterland of the city, and it is surrounded by the territory of the Scarlet Flame Sect. What dangers will arise within my family's sphere of influence?"
He looked at the bloody whip in his hand and kept guessing in his mind.
You can't see people alive or dead, but they are just words of comfort to the little eighth lady.
He knew in his heart that leaving his beloved weapon behind for no reason and not showing up for several days was a sign of danger, and it might even be something that happened on the black market.
However, what puzzled Han Yi was that a good living person with so many disciples around him could be in danger in the city.
He thought for a while, stood up, and walked towards the live goods area.
Along the way, he ignored the greetings from many disciples and hurried to the room where Xiaoba's belongings were found.
"This room..."
Han Yi strode over, pulled off the outer layer of black cloth, and gently touched the iron railing on the window with his fingertips.
It seemed that it had not been lived in or cleaned for a long time. As soon as he touched it, a clammy and sinister feeling flowed into his body along his fingers, and he shuddered suddenly.
Then, Qian Yang Gong started to work spontaneously, and a stream of heat spread from Dantian along the meridians to all parts of the body.
The coldness before, like spring snow, melted rapidly under the effect of Qian Yang Jin, and soon it could not be felt.
"This room..."
Han Yi retracted his finger and used his thumb to pick up the dry dark red substance on his index finger.
He put his finger to his nose
Han Yi finally remembered this room and what happened before...
That was half a month ago...
At that time, it seemed that a young lady of the escort agency was sold to the black market, and as a result, she crashed into the railing in this room and died!
For this reason, many people disliked this room for its bad luck and abandoned it.
Han Yi looked inside, blackened wooden walls, rusty black iron chains, and dilapidated yellow-brown thatched mats.
Everything was as usual, everything was as before.
"Why did Xiao Ba's things fall in here... Why did he enter this empty house when he was so busy at night..."
The wind blew, and only Han Yi murmured in confusion.
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The moon was setting, the crows were crying, the sky was dark, and the dark clouds pressed down on the sky, as if you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
The black market, the time of midnight, is when ordinary people are most likely to fall asleep.
At this time, a errand disciple was holding a lantern and yawning as he walked slowly through the live goods area.
This evening, a big dealer brought a batch of high-quality "live goods" from somewhere. Just handling them during the day was tiring enough!
At night, there was a patrol!
The errand boy couldn't stop complaining in his heart.
Since the last incident in the black market, patrolling has become an important task in the black market.
Every moment, all day long, it is required to arrange special personnel to check and patrol to prevent accidents.
But there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. These servants are basically procrastinating, not trying their best and not doing their best.
He casually took the lantern to shine inside the room, without even taking a look, and immediately turned and left.
What could happen at this late hour?
It’s important to finish reading and go back to sleep!
When he casually closed the black cloth and turned to leave, the woman in the room grinned and smiled strangely.
She had her eyes closed, but she was like a puppet. The thin clothes on her body were torn off by herself, and her hands unconsciously crossed all over her body. Then, large patches of red marks appeared on her fair skin, which was extremely conspicuous.
Then, layers of skin surged, surging, and the skin flowed to Baihui...
Accompanied by the woman's low roar, in an instant, the originally plump and plump woman turned into a mummy, and her skin showed a black and blue color like stone skin, and even cracked with patterns like broken porcelain.
Shusuoshu...
A slight rustling sound was heard. What was puzzling was that the source of the sound was not outside the house or in the soil, but from this mummy!
Swish!
Countless densely packed black insects with sharp fangs burst out from the woman's body like a tide, and countless small holes appeared in her mouth, nose, ears... and even on her skin!
The tide of insects left through the cracks in the door and rushed to the next house.
On this night when no one noticed, women died with twisted faces and turned into mummies...
Gradually, a trace of coldness arose, turned into ice coldness, and finally made people feel cold.
After so many people died, the thick yin energy, which seemed to be substantial, enveloped countless transparent human figures, which floated forward in the insect tide...
When the tide surged to the last house on the street, it was the house where the escort agency's eldest daughter committed suicide...
The house suddenly had a strong suction force, and the insect swarm and human figures were all rolled in madly.
In this process, the insect swarm was divided, shrunk, and torn, and the limbs and shells flew. The human figures were also torn apart, becoming weird, deformed... weird, twisted...
This house was like a bottomless black hole in the dark waters. With the entry of these countless strange substances, the originally peaceful atmosphere seemed to have reached a certain extreme, and suddenly... it was "detonated"!
