The hanging arrest documents made Wu Sheng calm down a lot, but he still did not move rashly. He was not familiar with the place in Yingdu, so he hid in place for two days and looked for an opportunity before leaving the city.
Returning to Bailong Pond, still under the stone bridge, Wu Sheng hugged the meat and gnawed it until his mouth was full of oil. After eating, he fell asleep on the spot, but his sleep was extremely restless. He would wake up immediately at the slightest disturbance.
In the afternoon, a group of Chu guards suddenly came to Bailongchi. Looking at it, they seemed to be stationed here.
This group of guards was small in number, only about 20 people, but Wu Sheng was forced to stay there no longer. He finally stayed in a corner of a certain wall until dark, and hurriedly climbed out over the wall.
There was really no place to go, so I could only temporarily stay in a firewood shed of a house in Guorenfang. While getting into the haystacks to keep warm, I had to watch all directions and listen to all directions. It was really hard work.
Suddenly I heard someone shouting outside: "Caught! Caught..."
Immediately, many people poured out from various houses: "Have you caught the assassin?"
Wu Sheng was so excited that he hid in the haystack motionless.
Just listen to the noise outside: "Where? Where?"
"Is it an assassin?"
"I saw it first..."
"We saw it together, do you want to smear my share? You are a black-hearted thing..."
"Go and call Fang Jia..."
Wu Sheng probably understood that he had not exposed Xingzang, but that someone had been caught in the shop, so he carefully pushed aside a few thatches and looked out through the gap.
Sure enough, I saw an unkempt man kneeling on the street not far away, surrounded by a bunch of people from my hometown, each carrying a knife, a stick, and a wooden rake.
Not long after, Fang Jia came over: "Caught another one? Can you see clearly?"
"It should be, that's right."
"There are still injuries on the back. Didn't the notice say that the assassin was injured?"
The people of the country said one after another.
Fang Jia grabbed the man's hair and dragged him to the foot of the Fang wall. He shined a torch on his face and compared it with the portrait on the notice. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what was going on.
Someone next to me said: "Yes, yes, it's very similar!"
Another person said: "Send it to the temple first and then talk about it. What if it happens?"
Another person said: "Even if they are not, they are still barbarians or slaves. Barbarians are not allowed to stay in the city, and slaves are not allowed to escape privately. They are all against the law, and there will be rewards for retribution."
The man struggled to himself: "I'm not an assassin, I'm not an assassin, don't accuse me..."
However, his pleas were of no use and he was dragged away by the group of people.
Wu Sheng, who was in the haystack, thought about it carefully. From what he heard, Nanfang had already captured more than one "assassin", and there must be many elsewhere.
Since so many assassins have been captured...
Wu Sheng's eyes lit up.
After thinking about it for a long time, he emerged from the haystack, his body covered with grass roots and buds, and his hair was messed up, and then he swaggered outside.
I randomly selected a house, climbed over the low earthen wall, and looked up to see strings of dried meat hanging from the eaves. I couldn't help but sigh to myself, the people of Yingdu are so rich.
I happened to be very hungry, so I picked a bunch. After picking, I sat in the courtyard and ate.
The door opened, and a hunting bow came out with an arrow on it. The person holding the bow was an old man. Behind him was an old woman, holding a rolling pin in her hand.
Wu Sheng stuffed the meat into his mouth in two mouthfuls, wiped the grease on his mouth, and raised his hands: "I'm sorry, old man, I'm really hungry. I ate a piece of meat. I'll give it to you if you want to be beaten or punished. Of course.
I suggest that it is best to send me to the official."
The two sides faced off for a while, and the old woman suddenly shouted: "Here comes someone, the assassin has been caught! There is an assassin!"
The surrounding neighbors immediately opened their doors, and many people came towards us.
Wu Gao raised his hands and turned around in circles to show no harm: "I don't have a sword on me..."
Before he finished speaking, he was hit with a rolling pin on the back of his head and fell down immediately.
I heard the old woman shouting: "I'll catch you, I'll knock you out, and I'll get the bulk of the bounty!"
Wu Sheng was in a semi-dazed state and did not dare to get up. He just protected his head with his hands and kept arguing: "Don't fight, don't fight. I don't have a sword and I won't hurt anyone..."
Two young and powerful men lifted him up and dragged him under the wall of the square. Wu Sheng tried his best to raise his head and exposed his face, the left side of his face and the right side of his face, so that they could recognize him clearly.
In a moment, Fang Jia arrived again, muttering: "I just sent it to the temple, why is there another one? I already sent five of them today."
The question of whether Wu Sheng's appearance was similar to the portrait once again triggered a debate. The result of the debate was naturally fruitless. In any case, Fang Jia made another trip and sent Wu Sheng to the Tingsi.
A group of people in the Ting Temple were busy. After Wu Sheng was brought in, someone immediately came up to strip him naked and check whether he had any wounds and whether he matched the wanted notice.
After that, he washed his face with water to see if there were tattoos on his face. If so, he was a runaway slave. Each family's tattoos were different, so he would be sent back to whichever family he belonged to. There was a high chance that he would be executed after he was sent back.
After the inspection, it will be registered by the temple official.
The little official who made the registration was numb and asked: "What is your name? Where is your home?"
Wu Sheng replied: "The villain Ji Bai has no family and hangs out in the city begging for food."
Calling yourself a villain means that you are not a Chinese, but a savage; saying that you are homeless means that you are not a native of Yingdu, but a refugee among the savages.
The clerk agreed with this, wrote down something on the bamboo slip, and then asked Fang Jia: "What is it for?"
Fang Jia said: "Still an assassin."
The clerk shook his head, without further explanation, and asked again: "Is there any other crime?"
Fang Jia said: "He stole the meat from Liushe Lao Yangtou's house, and he took it."
The clerk nodded: "I understand, let's wait for treatment."
Fang Jia asked: "Is there any reward?"
The clerk said: "Report the barbarian's stay in the city, twenty coins. I'll pick it up in a few days."
Fang Jia nodded, but still felt a little unwilling: "Not an assassin?"
The clerk sneered: "If he is really an assassin, can he be captured by the old sheep head?"
Fang Jia sighed and left unhappy.
The prison cell was located in the southwest corner of the temple. A large pit was dug in a square shape, about ten feet deep. Prison cells were divided into cells with wooden stakes, and the tops were sealed with logs.
Wu Sheng was sent down and put into a cell, where he suddenly felt a pungent smell.
There are more than ten people imprisoned in this cell, all of them were "assassins" captured on this day or two days. In addition to this cell, the ones on the left and right are also "assassins". So many people are eating, drinking and eating.
How can it taste better in one place?
However, for Wu Sheng, entering here means safety.
According to usual practice, savages and refugees will be driven out of the city after receiving certain punishments. The next step Wu Sheng has to do is to wait.
The food in the prison was really unpalatable. There were two spoonfuls of paste in a broken earthen pot, and I couldn't tell what it was. There was only one meal a day.
Wu Sheng's ability to adapt is quite strong. He couldn't eat anything on the first day, but he finished it on the second day. On the third day, he started to compete with other prisoners for food - and won, but the other prisoners refused to accept and started to fight fiercely.
He wrote a letter of challenge and asked him to fight again tomorrow. The winner will get the food!
It's a pity that the battle failed to come to fruition. Assassins kept being sent in, and the prison could no longer accommodate any room.
Early in the morning, a monk came to the temple to check the pulses of the prisoners who were brought in as "assassins" one by one.
When it was Wu Sheng's turn, the monk grabbed his wrist. After a sharp sting, he was let go.
Wu Sheng, who had no cultivation skills, was sent to another thatched cottage, knocked down on the spot, and whipped.
Punishment of whipping: The barbarians stay in the city, three whips, one piece of meat stolen, five whips, a total of eight whips.
The eight whips were so painful that Wu Sheng's soul left his body and his second soul ascended to heaven. When he was beaten, he seriously regretted it. If he had known better, he would not have eaten that piece of meat. The five extra whips were too painful.