After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Although he seemed to be chatting and laughing with his colleagues, Liu Changan was actually extremely anxious. After finishing his shift, he hurried back to his mansion.

The Dilu messenger Gantuji had been waiting for a long time.

After sending his attendants away, Liu Changan couldn't wait to inquire about the situation.

Gantuji, in disguise, had a somewhat arrogant look in his eyes, but at this moment he had no choice but to rely on Liu Changan, the local tyrant in the capital, so he said, "An Batulu disappeared after breaking out of the imperial prison. He hasn't returned since last night. We have searched everywhere but have found no trace of him."

Liu Changan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and an extremely ominous premonition lingered in his mind.

Normally he wouldn't think too much about it. As the right commander of the Eight Shadows in the heart of Lijing, Ambagu's whereabouts don't need to be revealed to anyone except Lord Shangguan Aqina, and he has no right to ask about it.

But just as Xing Nu was investigating the East City crematorium, he disappeared inexplicably, and then Anbagu did not return for a whole day and a night.

In the spy business, people never believe in "coincidences" because all coincidences in this business are most likely premeditated.

The information provided by Gantuji was almost insignificant. Before the action, Ambagu only told him that he would break into the imperial prison to search for the whereabouts of the tortured slaves, and did not tell him anything else.

Gantuji and others also thought of the inexplicable disappearance of the criminal slaves, so they urgently asked for help from him.

"Ambaga, Ambaga, you reckless man have really caused me so much trouble." Liu Changan cursed in his heart.

Anba Gu can die openly, and even Liu Changan wishes he would die sooner, but Anba Gu cannot disappear.

Because disappearance is equivalent to being unclear. Liu Cang's death was unclear, Xing Nu's disappearance was unclear, and now another unclear disappearance has occurred in Anba Valley.

What would Lord Aqinna think?

Anbagu's internal strength is as high as half a hundred, and he is very powerful. There are only two possibilities for his disappearance.

One was to face a terrifying external force and be defeated in one move. Otherwise, even if he was defeated, he would still make a big noise. The second was to be ambushed by an internal traitor and be defeated silently.

Whether in the Great Jin Kingdom or the Great Li Dynasty, there are only a few powerful external force masters, and their every move is closely watched.

It is unlikely that it was a powerful external force that took action.

If that's not the case, then there must be an insider.

Who is the biggest suspect?

Who else but myself?

He is a Han Chinese and has an inherent lack of trust. He is also at odds with Anbagu, and he also has the conditions to plot against Anbagu.

Even if I were Aqina, I would be the first one to doubt myself.

Thinking of Lord Aqin's style, Liu Chang'an felt a chill on the back of his neck.

After pacing back and forth for a while, Liu Changan looked at Gantuji and asked, "Which direction did Anbagu go after he came out of the imperial prison?"

Gantuji recalled and said, "It seems to be in the east."

"East of the city?"

Liu Changan's eyelids twitched.

……

"Hey, sir, this is really good steel, wow." In the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, blacksmith Tie Sanqi tapped the shovel in his hand lightly, his eyes shining.

"Do you recognize what kind of steel this is?" Qin He asked curiously.

"I've never seen it before." Tie Sanqi shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this isn't produced in Dali. I've seen steel produced in Dali before."

Qin He nodded. He didn't think Tie Sanqi was bragging. The Grand Canal connected the north and the south, and wealth and goods flowed through it. As long as it was produced in Dali, it would be found here.

"It's a waste to use such good steel to make a shovel." Tie Sanqi said curiously.

"Well, I was just hitting..."

"And the craftsmanship is terrible. It's so ugly. Sir, you must have been deceived. Good steel can't be beaten too much. If you beat it too much, the steel will be poor."

"Ah... this was caused by a friend of mine. I'll go settle the score with him in a couple of days."

"Sir, what do you plan to make with this steel?" asked Tie Sanqi.

"shovel."

Tie Sanqi: “…”

"Can I fight?"

"Yes, sir, when do you want it?"

Tie Sanqi was stunned for a moment and then nodded quickly. Having been a trader for half his life, what kind of customers had he not seen?

Some made dog collars to put around their necks, some made iron coffins, and some made chastity pants for their wives.

Life is full of different kinds of things, and Tie Sanqi, the blacksmith shop, has seen too many of them.

Good steel used to make a shovel is nothing special.

"How fast can it be?" Qin He was a little impatient.

The shovel is now his only weapon for self-defense, and most importantly, it can be used to dig up corpses.

It is concealed and practical, and is definitely a magic weapon for killing, setting fire, digging holes and digging up corpses.

Tie Sanqi pondered for a moment and said, "Come back in three days."

Qin He thought about it and agreed.

Three days is three days. I don’t plan to use it for the time being anyway.

Suddenly, Amba Valley was burned down. God knows what Liu Changan will do.

Qin He bought a few hundred nails and left the blacksmith shop, heading towards Tangji Restaurant.

He burned two bodies last night. The fire of the abyss reduced the cremation time by half. He was so bored in the second half of the night that he ran out to get milk.

As a result, he brought back a fierce Dilu general while trying to get the milk.

The one in front is an ordinary transformed corpse, and it is given six years of internal strength.

Qin He’s internal energy has accumulated to almost sixty years.

In addition to the reward for burning the corpse, Anbagu also donated more than fifty taels of silver to Qin He.

The Qin River today.

很！

Have!

money!

More than fifty taels of silver was a small sum of money in that era.

When you have money, naturally you should fill your stomach first.

Let’s go to Tangji Restaurant.

They devoured it all in a flash, and enjoyed noodles, shredded pork, roast goose, and roast duck.

Three more jars of wine.

It cost more than twenty taels of silver.

After a big meal, Qin He's internal strength broke through a decade.

After eating and drinking, Qin He went to Huntang again.

I paid a back scrubber to scrub my entire body clean.

After taking a bath, Qin He bought another piece of cloth and went to the tailor shop to order two sets of clothes for himself.

Fortunately, I was nervous and bought coarse linen. Otherwise, if I let Qin He go, he would be able to go back wearing a mink coat.

no way.

The fifty taels must be spent as soon as possible.

Cremators have been unable to withstand wealth since ancient times. Qin He did not intend to break this rule before he understood what "God's will" was.

Only by being careful can you make a thousand-year ship.

When he came out of the tailor shop, he saw that there were still more than thirty taels of silver left in his pocket.

Qin He suddenly felt the frustration of having too much money and not knowing how to spend it.

After touching his stomach, Qin He continued eating.

For snacks, there are many merchants coming and going at the canal wharf, and there are many kinds of snacks. There is nothing wrong with them except that they are a little expensive.

But Qin He is not short of money today.

Let’s eat candied haws first, thirty strings please.

Then eat tofu pudding and add plenty of honey, twenty bowls.

Fifty of these fragrant fried pancakes.

Dried cheese from the grassland, snacks from Yangzhou, candied fruits from Suzhou... Qinhe can eat them wherever he goes.

As he walked, Qin He arrived at the city gate.

The guards at the capital city's gate were blocking the queue for entry into the city, and from time to time someone was yelled at and sent away.

After the riot in the refugee camp, the government posted a notice at the city gate. It contained a lot of nonsense, but it all came down to one sentence.

Poor people without Beijing household registration are not allowed to enter the city.

The target is migrant beggars from other places.

Cheng Wei would look at the clothes and appearance, and listen to the accent, and there would be basically no mistakes.

Although Qin He's clothes were a little torn, they were washed clean, his back was straight, and he looked full of energy.

The city gate just glanced at him and told him to go in quickly and not block the door.

This was the first time Qin He had truly entered the capital since coming to this world.

The shops and small buildings are lined up in an orderly manner, and there is a bustling crowd of people and heavy traffic.

The clothing of the people has also changed significantly compared to that outside the city, with many more colorful clothes.

There are tall houses, red walls, green tiles, and blue brick roads, and the streets are clean.

The refugees and beggars were driven out, the fire was put out, and the dead bodies were collected. The capital city seemed to have not changed at all and was still prosperous.

Only by standing in front of the ruins after last night's fire can one feel the crisis behind the prosperity.

In the very center of the capital, the palace is surrounded by red walls and golden gates, the Forbidden City is magnificent and golden, and the tall buildings are majestic and solemn.

That is the heart of Dali, the imperial city.

A faint light flashed in Qin He's eyes. The divine light of the imperial city was so bright that it could compete with the rising sun. Just a quick glance made Qin He's eyes hurt. The powerful pressure even blocked the flow of internal energy.

In the center of the divine light, there was a ball of purple air surrounded by gray air. The purple air was not expanding, and the gray air was rolling.

This is a typical case of there being traitors around the emperor.

At this moment, an extremely sharp murderous aura suddenly poured out from the imperial city, like a sharp sword, slashing straight at Qin He's crown.

Qin He was shocked and had no time to think about it.

The internal energy rumbled, and the magic power poured out, turning into water ripples on the top of the head.

The murderous aura was blocked, and Qin He took the opportunity to disappear on the spot.

"Oh!"

The next moment, the bluestone ground where Qin He was standing turned into powder.

Qin He hurriedly put away his Qi-gazing technique, and vaguely saw a golden dragon opening its eyes in the vast divine light.