Chapter 63: Uncle, what do you want

After a while, when Chu Yan looked up, he had become a square-faced young man.
Originally thinking of making a scar on his face, he looked a little fierce, but Chu Yan felt that it was too conspicuous.
After a moment of groaning, his heart moved slightly.
Suddenly, he left his ear to the neck and extended a real scar with fakes, which immediately made him look a little bit more fierce.
"That's it." Chu Yan nodded and walked towards the old town ruins.
Chu Yan went out early today, but because he followed Su Yuqing to learn to write inscriptions, it was already evening when he came to the site of the old town.
"After the blood marrow is bought, it will be too late to go back. It seems that I can only find a place to live outside today. Fortunately, there is a shape inscription, but I am not afraid to leak my identity." Chu Yan looked at a long, tall front High brick wall, Xin said.
The brick wall was about two storeys high, and its surface was mottled and covered with large moss.
Not far from Chu Yan, a hole was cut in the brick wall, which can accommodate two or three people at the same time, and such a hole was about every ten feet, and it was suddenly blocked by the brick wall. The purpose of the new and old towns is nothing.
At this moment, there are people in and out of these holes.
It's just different from the people that Chu Yan met in the new town. At this moment, most of these people who are in and out of the old town ruins are worn out and look shabby.
Occasionally, warriors walked by. These warriors were also vicious with a look of face. When they saw that they were not doing business, they were probably bangjia meat tickets.
But anyway, after observing for a while, Chu Yan did not find anyone fighting this kind of argument.
Obviously, the old town ruins have their own rules, but there is no falsehood.
After observing for a while, Chu Yan stepped forward.
Through the hole in the wall, a strange smell accompanied the darkness, and suddenly came over.
The smell is a little bit moist, and a little musty. In addition, the scent and odor are mixed together, which is extremely complicated.
But Chu Yan didn't say anything, just continued to walk through the brick wall.
The city wall is about three feet thick. After coming out of this artificially cut-out passage, Chu Yan suddenly felt that he had come to a completely different world from the new town.
In the Changqing town where he used to be, the ground floor was flat, and the walls were covered with large tiles, which seemed extremely regular and tidy.
And the ruins of the old town behind this brick wall appear mottled, and there are large shadows everywhere, and the lights are looming like ghost fires, giving a creepy feeling.
Fortunately, there are a lot of pedestrians in the lanes, which gives Chu Yan the feeling of being on earth.
Chu Yan remembered that the restaurant's Xia shopkeeper told himself that it was a place called Langya Pavilion. He was planning to find a personal address, and a guy with a sharp-eyed monkey gill came forward.
This guy was short and thin, but he was wearing a very wide suit, his hem was dragged to the ground, and it was very mysterious.
When he got close to Chu Yan, the guy blinked his eyes and said, "Master, do you want to see the painting?"
"Look at the painting?" Chu Yan stunned.
"Well, it's the kind of painting, the latest comics, the kind with plots." The thin man pulled a slit of his clothes, showed it to Chu Yan, and then covered it again.
At that moment, Chu Yan saw that there were no less than fifty small pockets sewn into the skinny clothes, and in each small pocket, an album was inserted.
The cover of the album is all painted with indescribable patterns, and the colors are gorgeous, very realistic, and extremely attractive.
Chu Yan had never seen such a battle in the past, and suddenly hesitated.
He looked stunned, and in the eyes of the skinny man, he suddenly made him think that the other party was not good at it, so the eyes narrowed and he came close to saying: "Uncle doesn't like comics, do you like this novel? I There are various novels and novels here to guarantee you satisfaction. "
As he said, he showed the inside pocket on the other side of his clothes to Chu Yan, scratching his fingers and saying, "If the recent hot night strikes the widow village, my little aunt and I can't tell you anything. Family America and so on, you are satisfied! "
Seeing that the other party was sulking and drooling in order to promote their own goods, Chu Yan was going to publish a long story, Chu Yan directly gave him a spiritual money, impatient: "Give me a copy, and then tell me where Langya Pavilion."
"His-Lingqian!" The thin man's eyes straightened all at once.
Doing business in the ruins of this old town usually collects secular copper plates, and even silver is rare, let alone spiritual money.
Slim, as if afraid of Chu Yan's remorse, immediately took out a novel, put it into Chu Yan's hands, and said without enthusiasm: "Master, my grandpa, this is the best version of the latest city, there are words and pictures, guarantee to let You are as immersive as you are! "
Originally I wanted to brag about it again, but when I noticed Chu Yan's dissatisfaction, the thin man hurriedly said, "I know Lang Lang Pavilion! I just called over there earlier today, and I tell you, I should go like this. "
Suddenly, the skinny man repeatedly talked and planned, and told Chu Yan where the Langya Pavilion was.
After listening to it, Chu Yan remembered it, and didn't read the text. He ran into his arms and walked into the crowd.
Before walking a few steps, Chu Yan suddenly heard a popping sound behind him. At the same time as the screaming sounded, there was a sound of laughter but not skin: "Liao, you stole Lao Tzu's money, actually How dare you come out and swagger the market? "
The scream sounded familiar, Chu Yan turned around, and suddenly saw the thin man named Liao rat, and fell to the ground while covering his face, a red finger print appeared on half of his face, and his cheeks were swollen. The corners of his mouth bleed, and the novel albums originally hidden in his pockets were scattered on the ground.
In front of him stood a tall, strong man.
The brawny man was full of flesh, his long hair spread down, his muscles bulging, and a pair of triangular eyes, which looked extremely vicious.
At this moment, the tall man sneered and looked at Liao rat, throwing a piece of money in his hands.
Chu Yan had his eyes fixed.
That money was exactly what he gave to Liao rat.
With almost no hesitation, Chu Yan walked towards the brave man with a cold face.
It's not my business to grab the money of Liao Rat, but you dare to say that the money is yours. Could it be that your toilet is too hard to pull out your courage?
At this moment, the brave man clearly didn't realize that the danger was about to come. He sneered and took a step forward, stepping on the ground's picture book and condescending, "Liao rat, should you steal my spiritual money Give me a statement? "