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Sanyuanfang is one of the most lively markets in the capital. There are people who exchange three-rate exchanges here. Although it is at night, Sanyuanfang is still very lively. The brothels in Lefang are filled with sounds, red sleeves, and candle shadows, singing and dancing to peace.

There are many merchants in Sanyuanfang. You can find a high-rise building and sit by the window to see the various life scenes in the street market.

Chu Huan was sitting on a high building diagonally opposite the Chongsheng Hall. This was a bun shop. This soup-filled bun is also famous in Sanyuanfang. It is suitable for both young and old, regardless of wealth.

Chu Huan sat leaning against the window. He was wearing ordinary clothes and very low-key. He sat by the window with an ordinary thick numb hat, and was enjoying the soup dumplings with great pleasure.

Holding the pointed chopsticks, gently poked the soft bun skin, revealing a small hole, and putting my mouth on it, the juice inside the bun is very delicious.

Chu Huan had a pot of wine on the table, but two baskets of buns were placed. He ate it very deliciously, and no one cared about him. When he arrived here, he was just to taste the soup dumplings. As for how to eat, it varies from person to person, no one would be surprised.

Chu Huan was eating buns, but his eyes were occasionally turned to the gate of the Rebirth Hall. In front of the Rebirth Hall, two big men with no inches of hair back and bear waists stood in front of the door, like a ferocious demon.

Today, the business of Rebirth Hall did not seem to be very good. Chu Huan sat leaning against the window for a long time, and even took a break for a while. He only saw a customer who had been in and left after a short while. Chu Huan didn't know if the business had been completed.

As time passed, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. Chu Huan stretched and then checked the bill except for the Baozi Building. He pressed the brim downwards. He quietly walked past the gate of the Rebirth Hall, walked around an alley, and turned to the backyard of the Rebirth Hall. The high walls of the Rebirth Hall backyard stood majestic, as if they were afraid that someone would escape, which was a huge height than the wall of an ordinary house.

Chu Huan looked around and saw that there was no trace of anyone. He took out a special iron hook finger from his arms and put it in his hand. He did not have the ability to jump up the wall. However, climbing over the wall and passing through the courtyard was not a big deal for Chu Huan. The iron hook finger was cleverly designed and put in his hand, just like an eagle claw, which was attached to the wall. As long as he had enough strength, he could easily hook it up.

Chu Huan reached the wall and did not turn over. He just looked inside and saw two guards holding copper sticks walking by in the distance. He was sure that there was no one else, so he climbed over the wall and entered.

He asked Du Fugong for advice on the terrain of the Rebirth Hall and knew where Huls's account was located. Although the Rebirth Hall was patrolling by the guards, Chu Huan quietly approached Huls's account office like a ghost in the dark night. Huls' account office was actually a very elegant courtyard with the gate closed, and the wall here was not very high. There were people guarding him outside the gate. Chu Huan went around to the side and climbed over the wall again. The courtyard was silent, without lights, and Huls seemed not in the courtyard.

Chu Huan reached the window and listened, and it was as quiet as death. Chu Huan then poked the window paper and looked inside. It was dark and could not see clearly, but Chu Huan was sure that there was no one inside.

To open a window, even if the window is locked, Chu Huan has at least ten ways. He broke into the window like a raccoon cat, and then closed the window. The quiet inside the room was terrible. Chu Huan carefully observed the movements around with his sharp eyes and determined that the decorations around him were as Du Fugong said. Although there were some changes, they were roughly similar. He knew that this was Huls's account room. At this time, he had already seen a scroll hanging on the wall. In the darkness, he couldn't see clearly what was painted on it.

Chu Huan's steps were light and approached the past quietly. As he got closer, he could still see clearly. This was indeed a landscape painting.

He pondered slightly, raised his hand and gently touched the portrait. He thought that the frame would be turned in as Du Fugong said, but in fact there was no movement at all, and everything was still.

Chu Huan was surprised. Du Fugong said that the frame would be turned by itself as soon as it touched. Could it be that Du Fugong remembered it wrong, or Huls had tampered with it?

He pressed his hand to the edge of the picture frame and was about to press it, but he thought that he might not have a chance. He had not pressed it yet. At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the yard.

Chu Huan thought it was a coincidence that he would not come early or late. But at this time, someone came. He looked around and found that there was no place for hiding in the house. The decoration was very simple. When he entered the house and looked around, he could see every corner of the house. Chu Huan frowned, and heard the footsteps getting tighter and tighter. He flashed to the edge of the bed and looked out. He saw Huls with curly hair coming quickly into the house, behind him. Two tall Hu men were also following.

Chu Huan knew that if Huls didn't find a place to hide, he would have been discovered when he heard that the door of the living room outside had been opened. His eyes lit up and his whole body had jumped up like a monkey, his body jumped to the corner of the wall, his iron hook finger hooked the wall, and his whole person was hanging from the edges of the wall, and his body curled into a ball.

Chu Huan didn't know if he would be discovered by Huls, and thought that if he was really discovered, he could only take action to force him.

The door was pushed open, and Huls came in first. The person behind him seemed very familiar with it. After lit the light, the room suddenly became bright. Chu Huan held his breath and looked down with sharp eyes. He just waited for Huls's eyes to fall on him and immediately took action.

Hurs and the other two really didn't expect that there was still someone hanging in the corner of the house. After Hurs entered the house, he glanced around, but did not look up to look at the corner of the house.

Didn't notice anything strange in the house, Huls turned around and said something, but what he said was not Chinese. Chu Huan couldn't understand. Both of them were Hu people behind Huls, and the three of them talked without Chinese.

After Huls said that, the two behind him looked solemn, but they were sitting cross-legged towards the landscape picture on the wall. Huls went forward, stretched out a finger, and pointed it on the landscape painting. The painting was quite small. Chu Huan had a very good eye and saw that Huls pointed a lonely goose. On this landscape picture, only the lonely goose was a living creature. Chu Huan had guessed that Du Fugong had casually pointed it at the place, and it was very likely that this lonely goose was the mechanism.

Chu Huan was not wrong. Huls clicked the lonely goose, took back his hand, flipped the frame quickly, flipped the landscape picture into the wall, and another painting suddenly appeared.

Chu Huan could see clearly that it was the peacock's picture that spreads its tail. As Du Fugong said, the peacock's picture is colorful and lifelike, and the painting skills are so beautiful that the peacock looks even more beautiful and grand. In the beauty, it gives people a sense of peace. This beautiful peacock seems to be really going out of the wall proudly.

When Huls saw the portrait flip, he took a few steps back and sat cross-legged. The two Hu men sat behind him one by one on the left and one by one. The three of them looked extremely solemn. Huls said another sentence, and the three of them clasped their hands together, and their expressions became pious. They closed their eyes and were muttering words. Their voices were extremely light. Even though Chu Huan had a good ear, he couldn't hear clearly what they were chanting. It looked like a devout monk chanting scriptures.

Chu Huan felt more and more strange about this rebirth hall. Hurs was a descendant of Hu merchants. His ancestors came to the Central Plains to do business and later stayed in Middle Earth. Hurs inherited the family business and traded in the capital. It is said that he has a wide connection and is also a famous slave dealer in the capital. However, in the current situation, he seems to be a devout monk.

Monks pay attention to being kind, and have no desires. Buddhism naturally will not tolerate business like slave traders. However, merchants only seek profit and put profit first in everything, and will never believe in being kind. However, the originally contradictory opposition is integrated into Hurs. He is a slave trader who seeks profit, but at this time he is like a devout monk.

Chu Huan was extremely curious. He hung in the corner of the house. Seeing the three of them sitting cross-legged, rumbling in his mouth. Chu Huan didn't move. I don't know how long it took, even Chu Huan felt his body become a little heavy and his arms were sore. Especially, although the iron hook finger was deep into the wall, Chu Huan weighed there. The wall could still support it in a short time. After a long time, the wall was afraid that the wall would crack. He even felt that the iron hook finger was starting to loosen a little. He was worried about how long these guys would have to recite it. Finally, when he saw Huls suddenly moved, he saw him kneeling on the ground and kowtowed very devoutly to the peacock's screen picture.

The two Hu people behind him also kowtowed to the portrait. After the kowtow, Huls got up and said a few words. The two Hu people saluted Huls together and saluted Huls. Then they left the house and took them out. Only Huls was left in the house. He stood in front of the portrait, staring quietly at the peacock in the painting, thinking about something.

After a moment, there was silence all over the place. Huls reached out and was about to click on the portrait. He was about to hide the peacock's screen. However, before his hand touched the portrait, he felt that something seemed to be pressed against his waist. A cold voice came from behind him: "Don't move, otherwise your screams are dead."

Huls' eyes were filled with horror, but he instantly regained his calmness, frowned, and did not dare to speak.

The voice behind him asked softly: "Tell me three questions, and you will have no worries about your life, otherwise you will definitely die!"

"What are you going to ask?" Hulls asked in a low voice.

"Who are you?" The voice behind him was simple and clear, "I know you are not just a Hu merchant. I want to know your true identity. You worship peacock here, who are you?"

Huls' lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

But he soon felt that the sharp weapon had penetrated his clothes and pierced his flesh. He believed that since the person behind him could quietly reach behind him without being noticed by him, the other party would naturally have the ability to take his life in an instant. He brows tighter and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!