The sky quickly turned dark, and it was evening.

That night, Qin Shaoyou, Qin Qiaoer and others did not leave the royal city.

They stayed in the yamen of the patrol camp in Wangcheng on the grounds of 'investigating rumor-mongering ghosts and gods' and 'searching for rumor spreaders'.

It looks like they are serving faithfully, staying up late and working overtime.

But in fact, those who broke their legs running outside were all those brutal soldiers, and their real purpose of staying in the royal city was to watch a big show and assess the strength of both sides at close range.

Time soon came to night.

Under the night, the Qingtang King City is extraordinarily quiet.

Except for the sound of the watchman's beating, and the sound of the armor of the soldiers patrolling the city rubbing against each other, there were almost no other sounds heard on the street.

And in Beicheng District, where high-ranking officials and nobles live, there is even more silence.

Even watchmen and city patrol soldiers have to walk lightly and hold their breath when they come to this area.

I am afraid that I will disturb the rest of the nobles and cause myself a fatal disaster.

In a blink of an eye, it was the third watch.

Two watchmen came to Beicheng District with lanterns.

One beats the clapper, with two slow and one fast voices, making the sound of "Dong-dong, Dong".

The other one, after his companion finished beating the clapper, turned towards the dense mansions on both sides of the road, and shouted in a suitable voice: "It's safe and well."

Two slow bangs and one quick bang, as well as the yelling of "It's safe and well", means that it is already the third watch.

The clapper watchman, after his companion finished shouting, glanced at a group of patrol soldiers passing by them, and couldn't help whispering: "Tonight, there are more soldiers patrolling the city than in the past. A lot..."

The companion glanced back and confirmed that the soldiers of the patrol camp had gone far away, then lowered his voice and said: "My brother-in-law is in the patrol camp. He said that what happened last night made the Seventh Prince very angry and ordered the patrol camp to investigate thoroughly. Arrest and torture all those who spread this rumor."

"So that's the case. I said why there are so many soldiers patrolling the city tonight."

The other watchman suddenly realized, and then he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and said in a low voice: "Tell me, is what the ghost and **** in the dream said last night a rumor? Is the Seventh Prince a human or a ghost?"

"Hush!"

The companion hastily covered his mouth, and yelled in a low voice: "Did you die? If you discuss this matter with me, if someone else hears it, you will have to take both of us into a prison for interrogation!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the front left.

"Don't you dare to chew your tongue without looking at what is here?"

The watchman followed his companion's hand and saw a big house standing under the night.

Two lanterns hung at the vermilion gate. Although the pale light dispelled the darkness, it brought another kind of gloomy feeling when it shone on the vermilion gate, as if it was a **** mouth that could be opened at any time. They all want to steal people and devour them.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there are two stone lions standing, they seem to be living creatures, their eyeballs turn from time to time, making a 'rustling' sound.

The watchman immediately recognized that this mansion was the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

No wonder the companions are so nervous.

He was afraid that people from the Seventh Palace would overhear the discussion between the two of them.

"I was busy watching the watch, but I didn't notice that I came here." The watchman smiled, and was about to say something else to ease the awkward and tense atmosphere at the moment.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind blew past.

The two shivered, and the lanterns they were holding were also extinguished at this moment.

The faces of the two watchmen instantly turned pale.

"People at the first watch, fire at the second watch, and ghosts at the third watch... This, this, this, can't it be haunted?"

"For no reason, the dark wind from somewhere blew out the lanterns. This is not like a normal night wind. Could it be that a ghost blows out the lantern?"

The two watchmen looked at each other, and ran away together, wanting to go to the road ahead, find the night watchman and report the situation, and at the same time seek the protection of the other party.

Although behind them there is a group of patrolling soldiers who have just passed by, but the two watchmen know very well that they must not turn back when fighting at night, especially when it is very likely to be haunted. The two fires on his shoulders were blown out by ghosts.

They did not dare to call out loudly.

One reason is that they are afraid of attracting the attention of demons and ghosts and being targeted by dirty things.

Secondly, I was afraid that if it was just a false alarm and there were no ghosts, and I yelled and disturbed the nobles nearby, the consequences would be worse than being targeted by ghosts.

At the same time, in the Palace of the Seventh Prince.

Behind the house where the servants live, there is a garbage dump.

What is piled up here is in the palace, because all kinds of garbage generated in daily life are often transported out of the city by special personnel at dawn, or burned, or thrown in the mountains.

A smashed clay sculpture head is also in this dump.

It is the head of Yan Luo Ghost King Statue.

This morning, after Batu got the clay sculpture head, he rushed to the Seventh Prince's Mansion non-stop, and presented it to the old Qingtang King who occupied Rikander's body, and received a lot of praise and rewards, which made Batu feel at ease few.

After the old Qingtang king got this clay sculpture head, he immediately ordered to destroy all the witch temples in the Qingtang territory that worshiped the ghost king Yama.

At the same time, let the wild gods around him try to find the ghost king Yan Luo through this head, and find some clues from it.

He also ordered Qin Shaoyou and other patrolling battalion commanders to investigate the Heilian Sect while also investigating Yama Ghost King.

As for the clay sculpture head of Yan Luo Ghost King, it was smashed by the angry old Qingtang King himself.

However, at this moment, strands of black ghostly aura emanated from this shattered clay sculpture head.

These ghostly auras are like tentacles, quickly stretching towards the houses where the people live~lightnovelpub.net~ The thick courtyard walls can't stop these ghostly tentacles at all, and they are directly penetrated by them.

The tentacles of ghost air were like a swarm of snakes, wrapping around the sleeping servant.

Either from the mouth, or from the dung door, they got into the bodies of the servants.

The servant's body shriveled at an extremely fast speed.

The tentacles of ghostly air were like pipes, sucking up the flesh and blood of the subordinates in an instant, and transporting them to the smashed clay head in the garbage dump.

The red flesh and blood glued together the shattered clay sculpture head of Yama Ghost King.

Not only that, these sticky lake-shaped flesh and blood wriggled quickly, 'growing' weird bodies, hands and feet.

It was at this moment that Qiqi, the wild **** guarding the old Qingtang King, sensed the presence of Yama Ghost King coming.

"A demon broke into the palace!"

"Come to live!"

"Where is the ghost so bold, dare to break into the mansion guarded by the god?"

One by one, sharp or gloomy voices suddenly sounded in the palace.

A series of black shadows flew out from the old Qingtang King, and went straight to the garbage dump in the palace.

At the same time, the three faces glued together by flesh and blood on the clay sculpture of Yama Ghost King opened their mouths together and shouted loudly in three different tones: "Give me back my baby!"

On the squirming and growing body and limbs of Yama Ghost King, human faces also emerged.

Their expressions were either painful or hideous, following the three faces on the clay sculpture heads, they shouted together: "Give me back my baby...give me back my baby!"

Hearing this strange call, the old Qingtang King's expression changed suddenly.

He originally wanted to follow to check the situation, but at this moment he stopped and said in a trembling voice: "Is it Lao Qi? He came back and asked me for the body?!"