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Like a puppet being/manipulated!

Luo Yi didn't know what was going on.

The weather changed suddenly today, it was cloudy and dark, but people living in Candle South were used to the fickle weather and were not too afraid. The disciples of Shanhaige came to inform him that when Xuanwu rested early, everyone was a little surprised, and they continued to do what they had to do as before.

There were more customers than usual on Honglan Street.

Probably because the foreign merchants have nothing to do after the sea is locked. In these days of miserable wind and rain, instead of staying alone in the inn accommodation, it is better to come to the warm quilt and red tent to have fun.

Luo Yi's thigh was pinched by a fat guest, and she was so disgusted that she didn't want to receive any more guests, so she quietly hid in the corner. Hiding and hiding, unknowingly fell asleep. After waking up, I suddenly found that the Qinlou was too quiet. She thought at first that she was drowsy, but when she looked outside, she found that the building was still full of people!

Handyman, maid, geisha, and guests are still there, but everyone's pupils are broken, they are all dark, and everyone's expressions are blank and rigid.

All turned into puppets.

Luo Yi felt that she was having a terrifying nightmare, but when she put her hand in her mouth and bit it, the real pain reminded her that it was all real. She was so frightened that she almost cried, so she could only bury her head in her knees and closed her eyes hard...just sleep again...you will be normal when you wake up...

The screen in front of him was removed.

Roy almost screamed.

"How did you get here?" Someone was in front of her, and the voice was familiar.

Luo Yi seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and looked up suddenly: "Mei..."

Suddenly she couldn't shout.

Mei Niang was half-squatting in front of her, but she didn't look like Mei Niang at all... Usually Mei Niang always wears very heavy makeup, wears dark long skirts, and has pearls all over her head, while the woman in front of her is plain. A face, long black hair tied into a neat and neat bundle, without deliberately modifying the long eyebrows, the eyebrows are like horizontal knives.

Luo Yi almost didn't know her anymore.

Luo Yi shuddered slightly, vaguely aware that what happened outside might be related to Mei Niang. Mei Niang stretched out her hand, Luo Yi closed her eyes.

墢.

Without the expected pain, Luo Yi only felt that his back was empty, and he fell backwards.

"Hide inside, don't come out."

She opened her eyes, the secret door slowly closed, and the last sight was Mei Niang's knife-like eyebrows, and the raging fire behind her.

The entire Honglan Street was burning.

The pretty-faced girls held small cold copper cups and dumped red pine nuts one by one on the street. Before, Qiu Bo Deng swept up twelve red pine nuts with one sword and burned down most of the street. At the moment, Akamatsuko is flying out from the geisha dancer's hands, and it is like flying red, just like the maids scattered petals in all directions when the oiran is parading through the streets.

Feihong fell to the ground, and it turned into a red flame.

The torrential rain is endless, the fire is endless, the wooden beams are doused at this moment, and lit at the next moment, and between the burning and extinguishing, black smoke billows.

The door of Qinlou is open.

Gorgeous guests came out in droves. Some are potbellied businessmen, some are old-fashioned elders of the small door miscellaneous sect, and some are young chivalrous monks... They scattered into the heavy rain, looking for the flute of the Shanhaige disciples.

They have become puppets.

Lou Jiang went to Zucheng to investigate Soul Silk, and was bewildered from the beginning.

That's just a trick played by Mr. Xi. Zuo Liangshi noticed the strangeness of Qinlou, and in order to attract his attention, Mr. Xi threw the abandoned son of Zucheng Ge Qing. The soul silk of Zucheng has grown for more than a hundred years, and the required soul silk has long been collected.

Qinlou is the most famous gold-selling cave on Honglan Street. There are countless guests coming and going every day.

Soul silk has no demon or ghost energy, and cannot be detected in ordinary ways. Shanhai Pavilion has kept the existence of the soul seed in secret, and people who come to have fun are unsuspecting. And when Qinlou is going down the soul silk, he will also consciously avoid the disciples of Shanhaige and people with high cultivation bases and complex identities.

Like a spider weaving a web, it is meticulously twisted.

Mei Niang got up.

No matter how much she feared the man who called himself "Mr. Xi", she had to admit that he was right: there was no more suitable place for a soul than Honglan Street.

Here, there are miserable and lowly lives, and there is also decadence and luxury. Plant displacement into paranoia, and desire/desire into delusion. The most indulgent and most depraved, gilded and silver-plated rotten bones.

Just like the candle itself.

Everyone knows the reputation of Candle South Honglan Street, but how many people have thought about where all the beauties in Honglan Street come from? How many people have thought about why most beautiful people are just mortals? Every year, black flying boats set off from Zhunan and sailed to all parts of Qingzhou to collect stunning embryos.

A mortal girl is the best choice.

Because it can be bought at the most despicable price, and because it will never be rejected... It is normal for a family of three to disappear silently. Most brothels mastered one or two superficial magic tricks, and a girl with a broken family would soon "forget" her past, and would soon be able to greet guests with a smile.

Mortals are like ants, unable to live or die.

And who gave the master of Qingzhu these vague memories, forgetting the past techniques?

It is not that the pavilion masters of Shanhai Pavilion in the past dynasties have not thought about investigating Honglan Street, but no one can do it. Countless secret transactions in the Gold Sales Cave are carried out here, gold mountains and silver mountains, and treasures of heaven and earth have flowed into the hands of the elders in the pavilions... It's ridiculous, the pavilion master of Zuoliang Shitangtang Shanhai Pavilion can only obey here when he arrives at Qinlou. "rules".

Mei Niang took a knife and swept across the long street of fire and rain and rushed out of the city. In the mid-air of the candle south, the splendor lights up one after another - that is the old man of Shanhaige who sacrificed his own magic weapon.