There is a saying that goes like this: You look down upon me today, but you cannot reach me tomorrow.
This sentence could not be more appropriate to apply to Zhang Xiaozu.
The expressions of all the seven major families were so wonderful that their intestines were filled with regret. My heart says that there is a great heavenly master. You should have told me earlier. Only if you tell us can we know. How can we know if you don’t tell us? If you tell me, who wouldn't treat you as the most beautiful kid in the room, how could these unpleasant things happen?
Under the envious gazes of the children of the seven major families, Zhang Xiaozu and the other three followed Taoist Tianwu out of the courtyard.
As soon as Taoist Tianwu left, the pressure suddenly disappeared and everyone collapsed on the ground. Only then did they realize that their clothes had been soaked with cold sweat in just a short while.
"Let's all go heal our wounds." Qi Yoyo said a word and left with a bad mood.
Outside the collapsed courtyard wall, two figures stood, Wan Qiuqing and Qi Wuwei.
"That boy Haotian is pretty good." Qi Wuwei said with a melancholy look on his face. He has always been very optimistic about Li Haotian, who is handsome, extremely talented, young and promising, and extremely motivated. Although it cannot be said that he has become the prospective son-in-law in his heart, at least he has become the standard for choosing a son-in-law. But after this incident, it's probably impossible for the two children to get along with each other.
Well, it must be impossible.
He would never allow his daughter to marry into such an irresponsible family.
Wan Qiuqing snorted coldly and said: "If there is interest mixed in the marriage, happiness will not be guaranteed. Today you are the city lord, and he treats your daughter like a treasure. If you are deposed tomorrow, he may give your daughter away immediately. A letter of divorce.”
Qi Wuwei shook his head and said with a smile: "There are so many young talents in such a huge Yancheng. In terms of appearance, talent, qualifications, family background, etc., there are all kinds of things. Isn't there anyone you like? You just caught this one at a glance. Am I not half as handsome as a country boy?”
"Spit. Don't be an old face." Wan Qiuqing spat at him angrily and said: "It's not me who fell in love with you, but your daughter who fell in love with you. I'm confused. Your daughter has always had higher eyesight. Damn, you only look at men by their nostrils, so why did you fall in love with such a poor, ugly and stupid boy? Do you want to follow me? You don’t pick the good ones, but only pick crooked melons and cracked jujubes? "
"" Qi Wuwei had a sullen breath stuck in his throat, and said in a low voice: "Speak properly, and don't criticize or criticize Huai."
Looking at Qi Wuwei's depressed look, Wan Qiuqing couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Qi Yoyo's leaving figure, he actually said with a hint of schadenfreude: "The relationship between your daughter and the stupid boy is not good. Explanation, look at her brows almost knitting together."
"Are there any mothers like you?" Qi Wuwei said quite speechlessly.
The sky in Beibacheng is covered with white smoke, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of burning paper and incense. In front of every house, there is a thick pile of paper ashes and an incense burner with incense roots piled as high as a hill. The door leaf, lintel, and door frame are all covered with yellow paper charms to ward off evil and suppress ghosts. Some wealthy families even put talismans on their courtyard walls, and some even used cinnabar as paint to paint the entire courtyard wall.
It was already two hours into the night, and the entire North Bagh City was completely silent. Only occasionally a gust of wind blew by, causing smoke to swirl in the air and paper money all over the street flying and swishing in all directions. The pale moonlight, obscured by the thick smoke, finally penetrated and shone on the black, white, blue and green paper figures erected on both sides of the street, making the empty street even more eerie.
The ghosts in Beibacheng are getting more and more fierce, and they have already disturbed the whole city. As night falls, every house closes its doors without turning on the lights or making any noise, for fear of attracting the evil spirits that seek life.
People were hiding in their rooms, shivering, hoping that the paper money and incense sticks outside the courtyard door would satisfy the ghosts, that the yellow paper charms on the doors and windows would keep out the demons, and that the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas enshrined in the rooms would appear. Protect them and keep them safe.
However, thousands of people are still killed by evil spirits every night, including many powerful and powerful families.
There were loads of paper money, and the incense was as high as a small tree that was about 10 feet tall. It was a spell written by a famous Taoist priest in the city with the best yellow paper and cinnabar, but he still couldn't escape the evil ghost who wanted his life. The whole family was killed, it was terrible.
What makes the people of Beiba City most desperate is that no one seems to be able to subdue the evil ghost.
Dongcheng District's chief catcher Zhao Gang and dozens of other catchers invited an old Taoist to catch ghosts in the middle of the night, but they all died at the hands of the ghosts.
Zhen Yuanwu, the chief arrester of Xicheng District, met with misfortune while patrolling at night.
The Special Operations Division did not take the initiative to provoke the evil spirits, but they were wiped out overnight by the evil spirits.
Among the super masters sent one after another from above, the strong men from the Special Operations Department, the eminent Buddhist monks, the Taoist disciples, etc., none of them could survive a night in the North Eight Cities.
Fear and despair enveloped the entire North Bancheng, and the people under the gloom were about to suffer a mental breakdown and could no longer hold on.
At 11 o'clock at midnight, the bedroom on the east side of a small courtyard with two entrances in Dongcheng District suddenly lit up the lights. It was not that the owner of the house had gotten up to go to the toilet at night, but that he had just woken up.
He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, clenched his hands into fists, stretched his arms to both sides, stretched out a lot, and let out a comfortable moan from his mouth, which showed that he had a very comfortable sleep this time.
In this tense period when the wind is raging and everyone is in danger, he can still sleep peacefully, light a lamp at night, and do things that ordinary people would not dare to do. If he is not a big-hearted person, then he must have extraordinary abilities and not be afraid of evil spirits.
A handsome maid took out a white gown from the closet and helped the young man sitting by the bed wear it.
"Did many people die last night?" The young master asked in a lazy voice while enjoying the maid's service. He was not afraid at all that his voice would attract evil spirits.
The maid was sleepy and had just woken up. When she heard her master's inquiry, her sleepy eyes widened a lot. Her delicate body couldn't help but trembled. She nodded and said, "It is said that more than 3,000 people were killed by evil spirits last night. Too much." It's scary. Fortunately, sir, you have a magic weapon to protect yourself, so that the evil ghosts don't dare to get close. Otherwise, this servant would be like them now, and would be on tenterhooks and fearful at night, not even daring to close her eyes."
The maid slapped her chest with both fear and happiness. She turned to look at the tea table in the room. Her eyes fell on an old and rusty dagger on the tea table. The dagger looked so ordinary in appearance that she couldn't see anything unusual about it. But her son told her that this was a sword that could exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts. With it, no monsters or ghosts would dare to come even half a step closer.
The maid has always believed in her son's words. In addition, during these days, the whole city was in panic and everyone was in danger. They couldn't eat and couldn't sleep at night. However, her son ate and slept soundly every day, completely forgetting about the haunting. In her mind, this made her even more convinced that the ancient sword could exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts. Then he also relaxed his mood, ate and slept soundly.
The young master heard the slapping sound of the maid slapping her chest, and looked over conditionedly. A bright and snow-white field suddenly came into view. The chest-length clothes were opened and closed with the slapping of the maid's white and tender hands, although it only opened a small slit. There is a small gap, but he is much taller than the maid, and his eyes are condescending. He can follow the small gap and take in the spring scenery hidden inside.
A wave of heat surged up in the young master's lower abdomen, making him have the urge to tear open the unsightly skirt of his clothes and lay this already mature and lovely person on the bed to pamper her. As soon as this thought came to his mind, it was like a fire starting a prairie fire, instantly occupying his brain, making him unable to think about anything else. His eyes shot out with blazing light, and he grabbed the maid's chest.
But just when his fingers were about to touch the maid's body, he jerked back as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion. At the same time, a fishy-sweet taste exploded in his mouth, the taste of blood, because he bit a bloody hole on the tip of his tongue. It was this excruciating pain that stopped his desire.
The young master quickly looked away from the maid's chest, who had no idea what was going on, and coughed dryly.
He said twice, pretending to be serious: "You are not allowed to wear such revealing clothes in the future. Cover your body well."
He didn't understand what was wrong with him recently, why all kinds of desires were getting stronger and stronger. He wanted to gamble in a casino, watch a boxing match in a boxing ring, kill everyone who had a grudge against him, and give his maid away. In short, these thoughts would become as uncontrollable as before.
Although he didn't understand it, he knew that this was extremely abnormal, so he had been trying his best to control his **, so much so that his good tongue had been bitten with holes.
"Yes." The maid replied feeling aggrieved and ashamed.
The grievance was not because her son scolded her for not wearing enough clothes, but because his son never favored her and seemed to dislike her. She was ashamed because she had deliberately worn less clothes in the past two days. She felt that her son had discovered her, so she was embarrassed.
The young master looked at the ancient dagger on the tea table, and smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking: "What a bullshit sword, it's just a piece of rotten iron picked up by the roadside."
The reason why he picked up such a piece of rags was just to give the maid a piece of mind so that she could live her life with peace of mind.
In his opinion, it is enough to live a day on tenterhooks, and it is a life to spend a day eating and sleeping soundly. Anyway, as long as the evil ghost comes to your door, you will definitely not be able to escape, so why not live a day of eating and sleeping like a fool?
"Has anyone died near us?" the young master asked.
"Yes!" the maid replied in a low voice, as if she was afraid that the louder voice would attract the evil spirits. She said in a panic: "In the house of Member Wei in the east, the whole family, young and old, and their servants were guarding the courtyard. Not one of them was left. They were all killed by the evil spirits."
"Wei Wei Sanpao, Wei Zi knows his family?" The young master couldn't help but gasped when he heard this, and asked in disbelief.
At the same time, his face quickly lost color, and there was infinite fear in his heart, because this member Wei's wife lived in the sixth house to the east of his yard, which meant that last night, the life-threatening ghost was only a few hundred steps away from their master and servant. Such a distance, yet the master and servant did not hear any movement at all, which made them feel scared just thinking about it.
"Yes." The maid nodded and replied.
The young master slowly sat back on the bed, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said with a bitter expression: "Wei Sanpao, this bastard, last time we bet in the boxing ring, he lost everything, and he still owes me 50,000 taels but he still hasn't paid me? How could he die so easily?"
He usually pinched Wei Sanpao when he met him, wishing that he would die without a burial place, but now that this man was really dead, instead of feeling happy at all, he felt empty and had an unspeakable sense of sadness.
"The news that the Wei family was wiped out by evil spirits spread instantly. People rushed in like crazy and looted. The huge family property was looted in just half a day," the maid said.
"It's conceivable." Zhu Zizhen nodded, because all the families who had been wiped out before this were all looted by the people who came after hearing the news. What's funny is that the Wei family robbed the Yu family's things the day before yesterday. I'm afraid they never dreamed that it would be their turn so soon.
Suddenly, a terrible thought appeared in Zhu Zizhen's mind, and then expanded rapidly. He looked at the maid suddenly, and asked in a slightly urgent tone: "Where is the Hong family in the south of the city? Was it also destroyed by the evil ghost?"
"Ah! Master, how did you know?!" the maid asked with wide eyes in surprise.
Guru
Zhu Zizhen swallowed hard, stared into the maid's eyes, and asked word for word: "Tell me, you didn't follow everyone to grab anything from Wei's house during the day."
The maid was frightened by Zhu Zizhen's eyes, and after hearing Zhu Zizhen's words, her face lost all color in an instant. She grabbed her hands together and kneaded them, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, slave, slave, go!" "
As soon as he said this, Zhu Zizhen felt as if a thunderbolt struck the Tianling Cap.
This is death!
