Chapter 507: Scale Monster

Zhang Piaoxu had disappeared after carefully recording his confession.

Although no one said he was released, no one was guarding him either. When Pei and Xie came back to look for him, the last time they saw him was yesterday evening.

Sister Xing Zhi drew a heavy circle on "Weeping Willow Street" on the map.

Manpower gathered in the shortest time. Silently, dozens of public servants arrived at various key intersections outside this street. As long as they could make it, they had changed into casual clothes, never alerting the enemy.

For a time, many people with sharp eyes and weapons appeared at the street corners of Fengyi Ward.

Seeing Pei Ye put on his sword and the black cat. Except for Xie Chuantang, a constable with extraordinary skills, Sister Xing Zhi, a Purple Ribbon warlock who had entered the Mystic Gate, also followed him without revealing her figure. In the encirclement, the two walked into this street hidden deep in the ward.

Weeping Willow Street, the origin of the name is as simple as its appearance. A thick old willow tree stands at the entrance of the street. Now it is naturally without green, the branches are the dry hardness unique to old trees, and the thick tree trunk is full of pits and scabs.

It stands crookedly on the left of the street and leans to the right. One can imagine that in summer, the dense willow branches hang down, just like a natural curtain.

And as soon as Seeing Pei Ye walked in, he sensed a temperament completely different from the harmony and liveliness outside—actually, just looking at the pedestrians on the outer street intentionally or unintentionally avoiding it, one could also detect it.

The weather is quite cold now, but there are extremely enthusiastic shouts on the street, all of which are very young voices.

Going around the old willow tree, I saw the full picture: six or seven half-grown youths gathered together, some leaning on the wall, some sitting cross-legged on the eaves, and some sitting on the ground, laughing and shouting. Their clothes and hair are inevitably a bit dirty and broken, but it is not poverty, more like the arrogance of being unrestrained.

In the middle are two youths fighting together, their fists and feet dancing with wind, and the cold wind is blowing into the open clothes, but only revealing a piece of hot red skin.

Just caught up with one of them missing a punch, but his feet were tripped extremely quickly, and he lay on the ground.

His waist and back straightened and he was about to jump up, but was stopped by a sharp wooden whistle from the side: "Dongzi! Your lower plate was broken, you lost!"

The youth who blew the whistle was clearly the oldest, or already eighteen or nineteen: "Once you fall, spears and halberds are stabbing everywhere. You would be finished in one breath, and you still say it doesn't hurt!"

Dongzi was muffled twice, shook his head and shook his brain, cupped his hands, and said loudly: "I lost, I will be Tianhu's younger brother from now on!"

The youth sitting on the wall couldn't hold back anymore, and fell down: "Okay, okay, finished comparing, hurry up and see my steed!"

The youths rose in a swarm, and someone climbed on his neck: "I heard your horse has the blood of Dayuan?"

"Its grandfather is Dayuan!"

"Let Qinghuo brother ride first later!"

"What about Little Xu? He was still looking for a carriage this morning!"

"I lent it to him! But he said he couldn't use my horse!"

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye and Xie Chuantang passed by these youths, causing a moment of silence. The youths frowned and looked at them. Xie Chuantang said calmly: "It's almost dark, catching horses in the city will be punished with ten boards."

Perhaps she really has that temperament. This group of street knights was speechless for a while, and one of them explained: "We are going to ride outside the city."

But the next moment a voice came out: "None of your business!"

Xie Chuantang didn't care anymore, and walked inside with Seeing Pei Ye.

"Weeping Willow Street is an old military lane." She turned her head and explained, "The homes of the elite of the Forbidden Army, but more than ten years ago, the Southern Frontier expedition, the people on this street basically didn't come back."

"... Oh."

Seeing Pei Ye looked back at the youths who left, pressed his sword, and looked toward the small alley in front of him.

They don't need to inquire about Zhang Piaoxu's residence from neighbors, there are clear records in the Yamen household registration.

This is indeed a somewhat desolate street. Ordinary people don't like to come in, and there are no elders or neighbors. If something is hidden, it is really not easy to be discovered.

The old wooden door of the small courtyard stands there, and the solid lock hangs outside the door.

Seeing Pei Ye knew that Sister Xing Zhi was already nearby. He raised his hand to re-grip the sword hilt, pursed his lips, and walked forward.

Although Zhang Piaoxu was already a familiar youth, he had never met the scale monster.

Seeing Pei Ye clearly remembered everything it left behind—shocking deep claw marks, tearing iron vats, hitting the secret cabin into terrifying deformation, and cunningly escaping from the pursuit of the master—this was definitely a dangerous enough enemy.

He must be prepared to deal with that powerful attack, and must also guard against its deception and control over Zhang Piaoxu.

Seeing Pei Ye raised his hand to press the door lock, and the lock fell into his hand silently.

He pushed the door open slowly. The old wooden door completed the opening and closing so quietly for the first time. And in the first glance of stepping into this courtyard, he saw the traces that made him hold his breath.

Claw marks.

Three deep claw marks on the stone table. Seeing Pei Ye saw the traces belonging to it so definitely for the first time. The stone table was cut in smoothly without any burrs. The sharp claws were clearly like sharp swords quenched with Zhu Lian.

Then there were water stains and a faint fishy smell.

It extended from the courtyard to the steps, and then disappeared into the shadow of the house.

Zhang Piaoxu was clearly not there, and the whole courtyard was only silent.

Sister Xing Zhi's solemn voice came from his ears: "It is the owner of your residual scale."

Seeing Pei Ye pursed his lips, looked at Xie Chuantang, and then without any pause, he suddenly drew his sword, his figure hit in like a black arrow, and jade-red fire was already lingering around his body.

In an instant, a sharp whistle seemed to pierce his ears. Seeing Pei Ye immediately felt that he had been locked and stared at by a pair of eyes. The next moment, in the hall, sharp water swept out like a sword rain, piercing the beams, pillars, tables, and chairs like tofu, covering him entirely.

Seeing Pei Ye saw this terrifying ability to control water with his own eyes now. Thousands of water droplets actually had dozens of different directions. At the same moment, he seemed to have to receive the swords of fifty people.

But the next moment, the black cat raised a pair of Chi eyes, and the lingering flames turned into a sea of fire in an instant, and the water droplets all evaporated and disappeared. Seeing Pei Ye carried his sword and broke out from the fire, swept across the entire hall in an instant, and stood before the small backyard.

A huge water vat was placed here.

The round wooden cover was covered tightly.

Seeing Pei Ye held his sword horizontally, but no other equally sharp offensive arrived.

Soon he was slightly stunned, understanding what was going on—there was not so much water in that water vat.

So it was waiting for him to approach, and the next step was a fight of claws and teeth.

So it was waiting for him to get close; the next step would be a battle of claws and fangs.

A pair of cold eyes stared at this big vat without any relaxation.

However, there was no sound.

Seeing Pei Ye handed his gaze to an unmanned place, and after getting affirmation from Sister Xing Zhi, he kicked the wooden cover of the big vat with his foot, and at the same time, he had already instantly exerted his Qi and leaped, dragging his sword and appearing above the big vat.

This was the speed of Seventh Life's full eruption, and in his hand was a sword full of momentum. And in the dark, Sister Xing Zhi's imprisonment spiritual art had already hit the vat.

In the next instant, the small stone hit the wooden cover of the big vat accurately, and Seeing Pei Ye held the edge of the vat with his left hand, flew and dragged his sword with his right hand, and looked into it with cold eyes...

But the person froze in place.

Seeing Pei Ye and Sister Xing Zhi fell into silence at the same time.

Xie Chuantang, who was behind, rushed over, frowned and looked in, and was also cast a fixation spell.

Seeing Pei Ye hesitated and tried to return the sword to its sheath, reached out and pinched its armpits to hold it out of the vat.

Torso, long tail, two limbs.

Gem-like eyes, light silk-like long hair, exquisite and faint scales on the face, fins behind the elbows, fingertips were sharp shapes... They must be the most dangerous predators in the sea, and whales and sharks were just waiting for delicious food.

But it was only eleven or twelve years old, just a bit longer than Seeing Pei Ye's sword, struggling in panic and pitifully, and the slender and beautiful scale tail "slapped" on his face.

"Did you... uh... slap my face!" Seeing Pei Ye said.

The little mermaid was stunned, hesitated, and continued to struggle carefully avoiding his face.