Ding Ning looked at Song Shenshu's eyes dying with his eyes closed and said softly: "It is natural to pay back the debt and it is natural to pay off the money."

Because he knew he had enough time, he did not rush to leave the black-sailed boat and began to search every pocket in Song Shenshu's clothes carefully.

In the dark bag inside his sleeve, he found several items.

A note full of dense handwriting, a money bag, a pill bottle and two copper talismans.

Ding Ning opened the notes and saw that it was all Song Shenshu's experience in practicing the Chiyang Divine Art and some speculations about subsequent practices. He couldn't help but shake his head and stuffed it into his sleeves.

The money bag was very light, but after opening it, Ding Ning saw several Daqin mica sword coins emitting beautiful luster inside. This coin was made of a rare mica shell in the deep sea overseas. It was a unique coin of the Great Qin Dynasty, and one coin was worth 500 gold.

Ding Ning didn't think too much, and put it away without caring.

However, when he opened the red copper-colored coarse porcelain elixir bottle, he was obviously a little surprised.

At the bottom of the pill bottle, a small white pill was lying alone, like a dead fish eye.

"Did you use it when you are preparing to break the realm? I didn't expect that you have already prepared this Condensation Yuan Pill. Thank you for your true essence, thank you for your Condensation Yuan Pill."

Ding Ningqing said this to Song Shenshu with sincerity. He thought about it seriously and made sure that he did not need the two passive talismans in the classics and history library. He pointed it as a sword again and stabbed it at the bottom of the cabin.

A hole appeared on the wooden board, and turbid mud and water quickly poured in from the hole and entered the cabin.

Ding Ning bowed his body and retreated from the black tent, and gently lit his feet. He landed on one side and half submerged and half still on the wooden path on the water.

This was the route he had chosen after years of observation, so no one noticed that the body of a cultivator from Daqin was slowly sinking into the bottom of the water in the shadow behind him in the shadow behind him.

After passing through several riverbank piers in succession, people were making noises around and gradually became lively.

Ding Ning walked into the dark alleys along the river like he usually wandered around, but his breath became a little rapid, and a slight red like rouge gradually appeared between his tightly pursed lips.

Feeling the strong bloody smell between his lips and teeth, Ding Ning's expression was still extremely calm. He took out a copper coin and bought a bunch of candied haws from the hawker who had wandered to him.

He lowered his head slightly, chewing the sweet and sour fruits carefully. The crumbs of the red rock sugar mixed with the blood between his lips and teeth, and could no longer be seen.

He was a little happy when he thought of Song Shenshu, who was sinking into the mud and water alone with the black-topped boat, and the thick porcelain pill bottle lying quietly in his sleeve bag, the efforts he spent in the past few years were not in vain and he received some great rewards.

However, when he thought of more things and thought of some people's fate that was even more desolate than Song Shenshu, his nose couldn't help but feel sore.

He now really wanted to go back to the old woman's stilt house immediately and eat a hot oil cake, but he knew he had something to do.

...

The black-sailed boat in the shadow had completely disappeared from the water surface, and only a series of bubbles continued to float onto the water surface with some stirred mud.

A wooden tub floats above these bubbles.

A man with a haircut in his forties sat cross-legged in the wooden basin, dressed up by a fisherman. After seeing these unusual bubbles, the man's face turned cold. He squinted his eyes and looked around. After confirming that there were no other people around, he paddled with one hand and let the wooden basin float to an abandoned wooden stake. Then he easily pulled up the wooden stake that was nailed to the mud at the bottom of the river.

The wooden stake was very heavy. Even though most of it was dragged into the water by him, the wooden basin under him was still unable to bear the excess weight, and the upper edge was almost flush with the water surface.

But he didn't care at all, and supported the wooden stake back to the top of the bubbles, and then pounded the wooden stake down with force.

Hearing the strange sound from the bottom, he confirmed that something was wrong, let go of his hand holding the wooden stake, and in the next moment, the wooden basin flew out at an astonishing speed, dragging an amazing wave of water on the intricate and dark water surface.

...

Ding Ning finished eating all the candied haws and swallowed the last trace of bloody smell.

He kept walking without going through repeated places. However, if someone had a complete map of the ghost market in his hand, he would find that after passing through an area, he had actually been circled around a place for the next half-incense stick.

There is a pier.

There was a slight "bang".

There is a slight rubbing of decaying stakes on the edge of the dock and the slightest touch of the decaying stakes.

Ding Ning heard the sound from the water surface next to him, and he calmly accelerated his pace. After passing through a shop where he was ding-dangling iron, he saw the man with hair hanging from the secret pier.

He silently followed the man with his hair.

This is his plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Everyone knows that the underground kingdom in the dark must have a powerful controller, but over the years, few people know who this controller is and what kind of big figure is behind it.

Song Shenshu comes here almost once a month. Even if he can hide it from the eyes and ears of people outside, the people here will definitely know his true identity.

An official from a dynasty and a practitioner assassinating here will surely cause a significant shock.

Traders who find that Song Shenshu does not take the fire turtle gallbladder on time will soon find that Song Shenshu has an accident and will also understand that this accident is likely to cause many investigations and a disaster.

So he will definitely tell the controller here as fast as possible.

...

The man with a hairless man dressed in a fisherman was in a very serious mood. He lowered his head and rushed to the road. He never expected that someone would follow him from afar. Moreover, Ding Ning seemed to have a strange ability. His figure would never appear in the angle that made the man with hairless man feel alert.

The man with his hair was hurriedly walking into a pawnshop.

Ding Ning didn't even get close to the pawnshop.

During these years, except for some secret passages in the house, he had already become familiar with every corner of the fish market.

He knew that there were several courtyards behind this pawn shop, and there were three exits that could be entered and exited.

So he just walked uphill and walked towards an intersection where you could see two of the exits in this area.

Suddenly, his brows frowned undetectedly.

Three figures appeared out of the corner of his eyes.

The road where the three figures walked out was extremely muddy, and you could even hear the unique clattering sound of the soles of the shoes walking in the mud.

The muddy road was one of the exits extending to the pawn shop area.

Ding Ning was in the place where he was now, so he just turned around very often and glanced at him inadvertently.

With just a glance, his pupils contracted slightly undetectedly.

It was a hunchbacked old man holding a black bamboo stick, a very short and pretty young man, and a thick-browed young man dressed in a foreigner.

The hunchbacked old man holding a black bamboo stick walked in front, turned around at the intersection and walked back.

But the pretty young man and the thick-browed young man continued to move forward and walked through an alley below Ding Ning. Their figures appeared faintly in the gaps in the canopy.

Ding Ning did not go to see the old man or the two young men again. He took a deep breath and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Whether it is the old man who is so old that he doesn't even stand straight, he seems to fall to death at any time, or these two young men, he doesn't have the aura of a cultivator.

Even practitioners above the five realms pass by them, I am afraid they will not be able to realize that they are practitioners.

However, Ding Ning was sure that all three of them were powerful practitioners.

Because he knew this hunchbacked old man holding a black bamboo stick.

As for the other two, he had never seen them before, and could not determine which sect they were from. However, he could feel the respect of the hunchbacked old man for these two people.

The hunchbacked old man only has this kind of respect for powerful practitioners.

He could control the five qi in his body so that he could not clearly feel the aura of a practitioner. The cultivation level of these two young people must be extremely terrifying.

At this moment, what made Ding Ning slightly stunned was that he felt a domineering and fierce aura again.

Following this breath, he saw a butter paper umbrella.

It seemed that even the sporadic droplets of water didn't want to pour onto their bodies. The tall and thin man holding a butter paper umbrella was holding the umbrella in it.

The umbrella covers his face, and you can only see that every knuckle of his is very thick and extremely powerful.

This is obviously a practitioner.

Ding Ning had a better understanding than most practitioners, so through the domineering and fierce aura, he easily judged the origin of this man's master.
Chapter completed!