After thinking about it, it seems that only the little bit of demonic energy in sight can be used as a breakthrough point.

So he jumped gently from the top of the city gate tower, returned to his normal state that could be seen by others, and then gently wandered around the city.

On the surface, he was aimless, but in fact he was walking towards the place where he had just seen a little bit of evil spirit.

The people around him occasionally talked about the previous description made him more interested in the matter in Guangyang City, so he was going to find a starting point and participate in it to see what was going on.

The people in the city said differently from what the villagers said when they went to have a meal before. Fang Chang heard it in pieces and pieced it together, and the rumors mentioned by the residents in the city:

The master was a lonely man in the city. He was very low-key on weekdays. One day, he suddenly became ruthless and rushed into the state yamen with two Xuanhua axes (not the double hammers in the previous story). Then the yamen was shining into the sky, and the shouts of killing continued all night.

Then, the prefect, who had originally ignored government affairs and only increased taxes, suddenly started to the road, and the harsh taxes that had been added were re-exempted. Most of the state soldiers who had been secretly formed were disbanded, and the young people who had been forced to be collected were released and they returned home.

The master who was originally very active in the city disappeared without a trace, and there were many familiar faces recruited by the state yamen in the past few years. After that night, it was said that a concubine in the prefecture was missing, but the most shocking thing was that the hero who broke into the state yamen at night also disappeared.

It is said that someone has seen these people again in the city, but the source cannot be verified, and it cannot be confirmed that they are true or false.

However, based on the various situations obtained, the people have imagined many stories and many reasons. Each of them is tortuous and bizarre, and some are even fantasy. Other elements of speculation that the people like to hear, such as revenge, elopement, debt, abandonment, and quarrels, are all in one go.

Fang Chang walked to a place where he found a little bit of evil spirit and wandered around the market, but found nothing.

It is the slack season now, and it is cold here in the north. So after the people are idle, they take advantage of the harvest this year and the tax burden is lighter. So there are quite a few people in nearby villages and towns to help the elderly and young, and come to the city for a walk. This seems to be an action that the people all over the world like.

So the market is very lively, and there are many people coming and going.

Every moment, many people pass by Fang Chang. They have different identities. Some have deep wrinkles on their foreheads and children beside them; some are young and beautiful, holding friends in their boudoir; some are young and strong, walking like the wind; some are elegant and sticking to books in their hands; some are carrying shoulders and shoulders, carrying loads; some are old and staggering.

Their heads represent their past, present and future clouds, each with different and strange things. Looking at it for a long time, I found that many people's experiences cannot even be written, because life is always more bizarre than art, or in other words, novels need to be logical, but life does not.

After enjoying the fun, Fang Chang looked at the store on the street and turned around and walked over.

"Please please, please inside."

This is the tallest building in the entire city, taller than the building in the state yamen, but it is a luxurious restaurant. The guy at the door is a bit old, not as clever as a young man, but looks very steady.

Perhaps the manager of this store valued his steadfastness, so he assigned him the job of standing at the door to welcome guests, which is very important than the restaurant. After all, as the most high-end restaurant in the city, there are many wealthy people coming here, so of course they need to serve without any mistakes.

"How many guests?"

"One, do you have a private room? You need to be more secluded, and the window is going to the north."

"Yes, yes, please go upstairs."

Then he was immediately handed over to the young man above, and Fang Chang was led to the third floor and into the private room. It was not big inside, and it was obviously prepared for a relatively small number of people.

With the lighting level of this era, these closed rooms have windows.

But now in winter, it is difficult to open, so I can only rely on the light coming in through the window paper. However, what Fang Chang noticed is that there are two windows here, and the window lattice has been replaced with a square and sparse grid, with small pieces of flat glass inlaid in the middle of the grid.

The glass is not flat, it looks slightly deformed and slightly green, and there are a few fine bubbles in it.

But in any case, it is much better than window paper in terms of permeability and solidity.

Seeing Fang Chang's gaze, the clever guy next to him introduced proudly:

"Did the guest see it? This is a glazed window transported from the south. The transparent thing on it is called 'glass'. The price is slightly higher, but compared to the original window paper, it is much better, and it is very valuable no matter how you look at it."

"The big households in the city are also looking for ways to buy it, but the output of this thing is not high at present, so it is hard to find money. Our shopkeepers only got a part of it, and replaced two boxes for each private room, but they didn't know when it would take to replace them all."

As he said that, he took out a glass cup and placed it in front of the square long, brought a kettle and brewed tea. The tea leaves rotated and stretched in the glass cup under the rush of hot water, and then dyed the water in the cup with a tea-colored look, which looked very beautiful.

The young man smiled and said, "The shopkeeper said that this cup is more suitable for wine, but we don't produce it here, but there are many in the Western Regions. He is still in contact to buy it. Maybe you will be able to drink the Western Regions wine in a glass next time you come back - what should you eat?"

But I saw that the young man took out a order from somewhere. The paper was very thick and the menu was printed with woodblocks, and all of them were clearly marked.

It looks stylish and edgy.

Fang Chang took the order, looked at it, then pointed to the above and said, "Give me a mutton shabu shabu. It's quite cold in winter, and eating meat next to the hot pot will definitely be comfortable, so I don't want anything else."

"Okay."

The guy went down quickly. As the kitchen was busy, a copper pot with charcoal burning inside was quickly brought up and placed in the middle of the table. The soup inside was steaming, but it had not yet been turned into flowers, and some ingredients were used as the bottom of the pot.

Then, a friend brought two large plates of thin slices of meat, a small plate of cabbage leaves and a small plate of radish pieces, as well as sauce mixed with sesame paste and a few cloves of marinated garlic.

"Customer, your dishes are all available. Please use them. If you need to add soup or add dishes, or any other instructions, please pull the rope next to it, and the bells outside will ring. If there is no instructions, we will withdraw and will not disturb your meal." The leading man bent down and saluted.

"Okay, thank you." Fang Chang nodded and waved his hand. The two young men walked out and closed the door of the private room.

The private room suddenly became quiet. The soup in the pot was still some time before roasting. Fang Zhang stood up, walked to the window, reached out and pulled the window bolt, and opened the window.

The cold wind outside instantly poured in.
Chapter completed!