Chapter 63

A moment later, when Chu Yan raised his head, he had become a middle-aged man with a square face.

Originally, he wanted to make a scar on his face. He looked fierce, but Chu Yan felt that it was too conspicuous.

After pondering for a moment, his heart moved.

All of a sudden, his left ear to the neck position, extended out of a false scar, immediately let him look a bit more fierce bandit gas.

"That will do." Chu Yan nodded and walked towards the ruins of the old town.

Chu Yan went out early today, but because he followed Su Yuqing to learn how to depict inscriptions, it was already evening when he came to the old town ruins.

"It must be too late to go back after buying the blood marrow. It seems that we can only find a place to live outside today. Fortunately, there is a Yi shape inscription, but we are not afraid to reveal our identity." Chu Yan looked at a long high brick wall in front of him and said in his heart.

The brick wall was about two stories high, mottled with moss.

Not far away from Chu Yan, the brick wall was dug a hole, which could hold two or three people in and out at the same time, and there was one hole every ten feet. Suddenly, the brick wall blocked the new and old towns.

At the moment, there are people coming in and out of these holes.

It's just different from the people Chu Yan met in the new town. At the moment, most of these people who went in and out of the old town ruins were wearing shabby clothes and looked shabby.

Occasionally, some soldiers walk by, and they are also fierce. They don't usually do any serious business. Most likely, they kidnap meat coupons.

However how to say again, after observing for a while, Chu Yan didn't find that someone was fighting because of quarrel.

It is obvious that the old town ruins have their own rules, but there is no fake.

After observing for a while, Chu Yan walked over.

Through the hole in the wall, suddenly, a very strange smell accompanied by the darkness came.

The smell is damp and mildewy. In addition, there is a mixture of fragrance and stink. It's very complicated.

But Chu Yan didn't make a sound, just continued to walk through the brick wall.

The wall was about three feet thick. After walking out of the man-made passage, Chu Yan felt that he had come to a completely different world from the new town.

In Changqing Town, where he lived before, the ground was smooth with green bricks and high walls and tiles everywhere, which made it very regular and neat.

However, the old town ruins behind the brick walls are mottled with shadows everywhere, and the lights are looming like ghost fire, which gives people a creepy feeling.

Fortunately, there are many pedestrians in the alleys, which gives Chu Yan the feeling that he is still in the world.

Chu Yan remembers that manager Xia of the restaurant told him that it was a place called Langya Pavilion. He was planning to find a stable address when a sharp mouthed guy came up on his own initiative.

This guy was short and thin, but he was wearing very wide clothes. His bottom was dragged to the ground and covered tightly, which made him look very mysterious.

To Chu Yan's side, the guy's eyes flashed and said stealthily: "uncle, do you want to see the painting?"

"Look at the picture?" Chu Yan was stunned.

"Tut, it's the kind of painting, the latest comic strip, the kind with plot." Thin son opens his clothes a seam, Dynasty Chu speech showed for a while, immediately cover up again.

At that moment, Chu Yan saw that there were no less than 50 pockets sewn inside the thin man's clothes, and inside each pocket, there was a picture album.

On the cover of the album, all of them are painted with indescribable patterns, and the colors are gorgeous, extremely lifelike and extremely attractive.

Chu Yan had never seen such a battle before, and he was stunned.

Looking at him in the eyes of a thin man, he suddenly mistakenly thought that the other person was not good at this, so he turned his eyes and came close to a book and said, "I don't like comic books. Do you like novels? I've got a variety of storybooks and novels, and I'm sure they will satisfy you. "

Then he showed Chu Yan the inner pocket on the other side of his clothes, broke his fingers and said: "for example, the recent hot night attack on the Widow Village, my sister-in-law and I have nothing to tell, my son-in-law's gunfight, the lady's family and so on. I guarantee your satisfaction!"

Seeing the other party's eloquence and slobber in order to sell his goods, he had to make a long speech again. Chu Yan gave him a piece of money and said impatiently, "give me a copy, and then tell me where Langya Pavilion is."

"Hiss - spirit money!" The thin man's eyes were straight all at once.

When doing business in the ruins of this old town, what we usually collect is secular copper. Even silver is rare, let alone spiritual money.

The thin man was afraid of Chu Yan's repentance. He immediately took out a novel and put it into Chu Yan's hand. He said with great enthusiasm: "uncle! Lead a person to endless aftertastes. This is the latest edition of the best edition of my book. My words are pictures, which guarantee you to be personally on the scene and enjoy your afterlife.

Originally, he wanted to boast again, but when he noticed the dissatisfaction in Chu Yan's eyes, the thin man quickly said: "Langya Pavilion, I know! Earlier today, I just called over there. I tell you, this is the way to go. "

All of a sudden, the skinny man told Chu Yan the location of Langya Pavilion.

Chu Yan listened to once, remember in the heart, also didn't see that words this, put into the bosom with one's hand, walked into the crowd.

Before he took a few steps, Chu Yan suddenly heard a slap coming from behind him. At the same time, there was a voice with a smile on his face: "Liao mouse, you stole Lao Tzu's spirit money, how dare you come out and show off?"

The scream was familiar to the ears. Chu Yan turned around and saw the thin man named Liao mouse. Now he covered his face and fell to the ground. There was a bright red finger print on half of his face. His cheeks were swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. The novel album that had been hidden in his pocket was also scattered on the ground.

In front of him stood a tall man.

This strong man's face is full of flesh, his long hair is scattered, his muscles are bulging, and his triangular eyes are extremely vicious.

At the moment, the tall man sneered and looked at Liao mouse, throwing a spirit money in his hand.

Chu Yan's eyes were fixed.

The spirit money was given to Liao mouse by him before.

Almost without hesitation, Chu Yan walked towards the strong man with a cold face.

It's none of my business for you to rob Liao mouse's Lingqian, but you dare to say that Lingqian belongs to you. Is it hard for you to go to the toilet too hard and pull your courage out?

Obviously, the strong man didn't realize the danger was coming. He walked forward with a sneer. He stepped on the picture album on the ground and said, "Liao mouse, should you give me an explanation for stealing my spirit money?"