Ark Undead

"A traveler in the mortal world?"

The Undead looked at the Greyhound.

"You said that before."

"Yes, I did say that the Red Dust Guest is another intelligence point we could look for. But does this matter have anything to do with the Red Dust Guest itself?"

Greyhound thought for a moment, then tore the note into pieces, stuffed them into his mouth one by one, and swallowed them.

"Wangjingmen should be the place where the so-called treasure was born. What Brother Sun is talking about is probably not that large area, but a certain building that best represents Wangjingmen."

"Ziwei Villa is the temporary residence for officials when they come to Shangshu. Even if they don't stay in Ziwei Villa, they will stay nearby to ensure that they can attend meetings and receive summons at any time."

"But only this worldly traveler..."

Greyhound tapped his head, still unable to understand what it had to do with Red Dust Guest.

"In short, let's go check out Wangjing Gate first. It's quite close to Wangjing Gate from here, and it shouldn't take us long to walk there."

After thinking for a long time, Greyhound decided to put Red Dust Guest aside for now and check things out one by one in order.

"You're coming with me?"

The Undead was a little surprised; he thought Greyhound would go straight back after helping him with this favor.

"Why not?"

The greyhound glared and said.

"If I don't go with you, are you going to go by yourself? You're a Rhodes Island operator, after all. Even if you don't call me senior, I'm still several years more senior than you!"

“Taking care of the younger generation is what I love to do most! Besides, you treated me to a meal, didn’t you?”

Greyhound rubbed his hands together, and a smile bloomed on his face again.

"And also, you didn't give me the password."

The immortal stopped, turned around, and walked behind him.

The greyhound quickly gave chase.

"Hey, hey, hey, wrong one, Wangjing Gate is this way! Turn left, turn left!"

275. Talismans

Wangjingmen is special because, as one of the earliest ports in Shangshu, its name is directly linked to its function.

Shangshu originated as a port city. Later, due to the need for communication with the outside world and the establishment of Longmen, it gradually became the core city in the southwest of Da Yan.

Furthermore, due to the unique culture of the Shangshu people and the events of the southern expedition, Shangshu's development accelerated, and it has become one of the top cities in the Great Yan territory.

Wangjingmen is special because, as one of the earliest ports in Shangshu, its name is directly linked to its function.

In the past, when land transportation was underdeveloped, water transportation became the way to connect cities.

Shangshu relied on rivers and served as a hub for water transportation in the southwest region, with one river providing direct access to the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.

This port is located in the calmest part of the river. Because it is so convenient, with a direct river route to Kyoto, this port has become, at some point, the starting point for people traveling to the capital.

Gradually, the saying arose that "looking north towards the capital, one can reach the heavens directly."

However, the efficiency and schedule of transportation are ultimately affected by changes in weather.

Not to mention that during the rainy season, a river would often be blocked off for several weeks, or even one or two months. Therefore, after the Shu Road was connected as a land transportation route, the mode of transportation by steamship was gradually abandoned by Shang Shu.

But in ancient times, Wangjingmen was the core of Shangshu.

When the Undead and the Greyhound arrived at Wangjing Gate, there weren't many people there. But even though it was the off-season for tourism, the Undead still saw more people than he had imagined.

Most of the people here are locals who come to have a meal during the Spring Festival holiday.

"With so many people, where should we begin?"

The immortal looked left and right.

The steep slopes of Wangjing Gate, with its layered layout, made it even more difficult for them to find the clues given by Brother Sun.

"Wait for me a minute, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Greyhound took out the change from his pocket, counted it, then sighed, took off one shoe, and pulled out a large blue LMD from under the insole.

"?" The Undead frowned, wondering why Greyhound would hide money in his shoes.

"Meaningful?"

"Of course! When you're broke, knowing you have some emergency money hidden under your feet makes everything seem less daunting. At least you won't die!"

Greyhound went to the nearby convenience store with righteous indignation and used his meager Lungmen dollars to buy a pack of cigarettes and some change.

When Greyhound arrived in front of the Undead, he had another cigarette in his mouth.

"Hmm... let me think, where should I begin?"

Greyhound and the Undead stood in the square at the top of Wangjing Gate. Greyhound leaned against the railing for a while, then straightened up.

"I honestly can't think of any landmark buildings representing Wangjing Gate. But then again, if this is related to ancient treasures, then I should think about the ancient Wangjing Gate..."

"port."

The Undead added a sentence.

The greyhound's eyes lit up.

"Yes! A port! Although Wangjingmen no longer serves as a port, it was a port a long time ago. The main buildings of a port should be places where ships can dock."

Even though it was late at night, Shangshu was as brightly lit as if it were daytime.

The immortals can see the situation on the riverbank by looking down.

Some abandoned wooden stakes are still visible in the water.

Due to rising water levels and urban modernization, Shangshu no longer uses those old-style mooring points.

"Come on, let's go down and take a look. I'll also show you what Shangshu is like at night!"

Greyhound, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, led the Undead down the road.

Just as Greyhound had said, the nights in Shangshu were truly sleepless.

The Undead went down the stairs a few times and arrived at the street two or three floors below.

Here, whether it's the neon lights of the shops or the streetlights, everything is as bright as the blazing sun, illuminating the entire street and making it feel like nighttime at all.

Pedestrians hurried by, while others walked arm in arm, laughing as they entered restaurants and bars.

The vehicles were parked in rows along the roadside, and although it was almost midnight, it looked like the store had just opened.

Two steps further down, the Undead also saw the large screen at the very edge of the movie theater, and the clear singing voice coming from the theater next door.

"For many people in Shangshu, there is absolutely no need to worry about being bored if they want to go out at night."

Greyhound spoke to the Undead as he led him down the path.

"Nightclubs, bars, opera houses, cinemas, and many other entertainment facilities stay open until the early hours of the morning. As a tourist city, Shangshu has plenty of hotels. If you're out having fun and don't want to go back yet, just bring your ID and book a room. Go to the hotel for a nap before dawn, and then go for a cup of tea and soak up the sun in the afternoon."

The greyhound whistled.

"Of course, if you want to do something else, the nights in Shangshu will definitely not be lonely, believe me. If you have time, stay in Shangshu for a while, you won't feel bored."

"I don't have time."

The Undead shook his head; he felt nothing for the lifestyle the Greyhound had described.

Instead of going out to do these things, like watching movies or drinking, it's much better to sit by the campfire, break off pieces of firewood, and quietly watch the fire burn.

"Okay, it seems you don't like it."

Greyhound shrugged and gave up on his plan to bewitch the immortals.

He certainly wouldn't take the undead along only to see the commercial areas.

The two traveled from the top of the mountain to the bottom, and along the way they could see people in police uniforms patrolling public areas.

Motorcycles and vehicles with flashing blue and red lights will also be seen slowly driving on the streets.

"See that? The security forces here."

Greyhound spoke softly to the Undead.

"This is completely abnormal. How can there be so many people? The information Brother Sun provided must be substantial, otherwise he wouldn't be so serious."

The Undead nodded. As they walked, they clearly saw that the deeper they went, the denser the security forces became.

All the way up to the streets near the river, there was a police officer stationed every few dozen meters.

"There's still some, it's not good to go down."

The greyhound led the undead around for a long time before finally stopping next to a roadside barbecue stall.

Greyhound ordered a few skewers of food and sat down next to the open-air barbecue stall, looking around.

"You see, the stairs over there and the main road down here are both guarded."

"So, why do you want to order some food?"

The Undead took out a roll of LMD from his armor, as Greyhound had requested, and gave him one bill.

"We've been wandering around this area for so long, if we don't do something, wouldn't it be obvious that we're interested in the port down there?"

Greyhound rolled his eyes, took the money from the Undead, walked over and handed it to the shopkeeper, and also picked up a few skewers of barbecue and a hot plate.

The iron plate was thrown on the table, and Greyhound returned the change to the Undead.

"The port area is heavily guarded. It's impossible to sneak down there. And when you looked down the railing just now, you saw it too, right? There are police officers guarding the riverbank."

Greyhound muttered a complaint under his breath, picked up a skewer, and stuffed a piece of grilled tofu into his mouth in one bite.

He threw away the wooden skewer, clapped his hands, chewed for a while, and then swallowed the food.

"I have a way."

The voice of the immortal startled the greyhound.

He hadn't even eaten the string of sweet potato noodles he picked up when he subconsciously asked a question.

"any solution?"