Chapter 41: Doomed to Escape 'Third update, open the elevator for the leader to watch TV and add more updates'
"Folks, open the door. It's dawn and everything is fine."
The sky lights up.
Zhang boldly knocked on doors from door to door, looking for survivors in Huangshi Village.
At a glance, every house has a yellow talisman posted on it.
Some people's yellow charms and door gods have been burned, leaving only a wisp of ashes on the ground.
The same is true for clan ancestral halls.
The ancestors' tablets fell in pieces, and a piece in the east corner collapsed.
Zhang Heng walked all the way, and the only thing that made him happy was that the door god statue was not burned more. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't have time to kill these people, or because these people were not deeply involved, and his life was spared by Chu Meiren last night.
"never mind?"
Hearing the shouts outside, villagers came out of their homes one after another.
These people had frightened looks on their faces and were in extremely low spirits. It was obvious that they had not slept at all last night.
"Is Village Chief Li here?"
Zhang Heng asked the crowd.
quiet...
After a short silence, a villager pretended to be brave and said, "Last night I saw the village chief going to the ancestral hall, but the ancestral hall collapsed not long after. I don't know the rest."
Zhang Heng glanced at the collapsed ancestral hall.
No need to ask, Li Maocai must be pressing down there.
"Junior brother, you had the foresight to prevent the villagers from hiding in the ancestral hall, otherwise these people would be dead."
Qian Shui looked at Zhang Heng with admiration.
Zhang Heng does not take credit.
It is normal for ancestors to protect their children and grandchildren. Unfortunately, the Li family's troubles were so great that the Li family's ancestors could not protect him at all.
This is inevitable. Huangshi Village is just an ordinary village and has not produced any powerful people.
A rural ancestral hall, even if it is guarded by ancestral spirits, will not be a match for Li Gui.
Fierce ghosts have been synonymous with terror throughout the ages, not to mention that Chu Meiren are not generally powerful.
"Clan leader..."
While the population was being counted, Zhang Zhenhu also arrived with soldiers.
As soon as they met, he knelt down and cried: "Chief, I wanted to take you away last night, but three or four people couldn't lift you. I really have no choice."
"It's none of your business." Zhang Heng did not blame Zhang Zhenhu: "Last night I fell into self-defense with my secret method. My body weighs ten thousand kilograms and cannot be pulled by an ox, let alone three or five people."
After saying that, he warned Zhang Zhenhu: "Get up and take people to collect the corpses of the villagers. More than a hundred people died violently last night, and the resentment is soaring. If we don't clean up properly, this village will be ruined."
"Quick, quick, get moving."
Zhang Zhenhu was worried that he would not have a chance to perform, so he quickly ordered the soldiers he brought to take action.
Zhang Heng, Zhang DaDa, and Qian Shui looked on.
Looking at the more than a hundred corpses that were moved out and lined up in two rows, both of them looked ugly.
"Junior brother, Chu Mei is already fierce. Last night, she added more than a hundred appointments. She will definitely become even more fierce tonight."
"In my opinion, let's pack up our things and run for our lives in Echeng. That guy doesn't have much hatred against us, and we don't expect him to chase him for a hundred or two hundred miles and go to Echeng to settle the score with us."
Qian Shui retreated in his heart.
"Senior brother, this is a good idea." Zhang Dadan agreed with both hands: "Anyway, we have tried our best. Let's just stop thinking about it and go to Echeng to avoid the limelight."
Although Zhang DaDa is bold, he is not stupid, but very shrewd.
I tried every possible method yesterday, but it had no effect at all. I'm afraid it will be the same again. I saved a small life this time, but I may not have such good luck next time.
"You guys should go back to the Taoist temple first, I'll think about it later."
Zhang Heng was unwilling to give up.
This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he encountered a ghost and walked away in despair. No matter how much he thought about it, he felt aggrieved.
"Junior brother, think about it slowly, let's go back and have something to eat first."
Qian Shui shook his head and left.
After they left, Zhang Heng walked around the village, thinking: "Is it destiny that Huangshi Village cannot be saved and the whole village must be wiped out?"
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw several families carrying their burdens to leave the village.
"Clan Chief Zhang, what happened yesterday was too scary. We are planning to go elsewhere to join our relatives and never come back again."
An old man at the head took the initiative to speak to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "You are villagers of Huangshi Village and have personally experienced the tragedy of Chu Meiren. You are in a catastrophe. It is said that you cannot escape from a catastrophe. If you run away, you may not be able to escape."
There is another thing Zhang Heng didn't say. Although they were fine last night, if they escape, they may be found tonight.
After all, these villagers are different from Zhang Heng and others. They are nosy meddlers at best and have no grudges against Chu Mei people.
These villagers are different. They are not participants in the incident but also co-conspirators. Even if they sue the officials, they can still be convicted of not reporting the incident and ignoring Chu Meiren's tragic death.
It would be better if you don't run, but if you run, isn't it just a thief with a guilty conscience?
Chu Meiren killed more than a hundred people yesterday, and it would definitely feel no pressure to kill another hundred or two hundred people.
"Clan Chief Zhang, Dongling Hemiao Zhu is my godmother, and we are going to join her."
In the crowd, a middle-aged man said.
"Dongling River Temple Blessing?"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes.
Yes, although Zhenren Qian and Zhenren Xu have the highest moral conduct within a few hundred miles, it does not mean that there are no other goddesses or divine men besides these two Zhenren within these hundreds of miles.
He has nothing but money.
Money can make a fool of himself, and these people must really want to make friends with him.
"It's dark under the lamp, it's really dark under the lamp!"
Zhang Heng thought of a way: "Hu Zi, you immediately have someone drive a car and invite all the famous goddesses, sacred men, temple blessings, Feng Shui masters, and blind fortune tellers within a few hundred miles to me.
The richest man in Yangjiang County invited them."
"Yes, patriarch."
Zhang Zhenhu took the order and left.
...noon...
"It stinks, it stinks so much, it smells bad."
A blind man holding the "Tiekou Straight Off" flag streamer got out of the car accompanied by two children.
The blind man looked to be in his fifties, with a mustache on his chin. He was holding a flag in one hand and a bamboo pole in the other, beating it and walked towards Zhang Heng: "With my nose, I can smell three miles down the wind. There must be dirty things in this place recently, and there must be something dirty here."
It’s not ordinary dirty, otherwise it wouldn’t stink so much.”
Facing Zhang Heng's puzzled look, Zhang Zhenhu hurriedly explained: "Clan leader, this is the Wang Banxian at the gate of Xicheng in Yangjiang County. I heard it is very effective."
"Wang Shoudao will play "Zhi Duan Men" again. My friends in the martial arts world will love me and call me Wang Banxian."
Before Zhang Heng could speak, Wang Banxian turned his face and said, "I already know the purpose of inviting me here. This thing is very fierce. You are considering hiring the right person for this price."
"It's easy to talk about money."
Zhang Heng responded first.
Then he asked Zhang Zhenhu: "Is this person reliable?"
I have never heard of Zhang Heng, the signature member of the Zhiduan Sect. It is estimated that it is just a small sect with three to five people per generation. It is hard to say how capable it is.
Zhang Zhenhu nodded repeatedly: "I asked him to tell my fortune, and he said that I am destined to be the leader of the regiment, which is accurate."
"oh!"
Zhang Heng's eyes lit up.
Because without his appearance, Zhang Zhenhu would have become the commander of the puppet army in more than ten years. After ten years, Wang Banxian was indeed quite capable.
Another two hours.
Zhu Sangu, who is in her 80s or 90s, arrived at the Dongling River Temple.
Then Cai Dingqiao set up a paper shop, and the paper man Zhang, who coughed after taking two steps, also came.
In addition to the strange beggar from Coffin Mountain, Liu Dayanguo on crutches, and Wang Xiazi who arrived a step earlier, all the famous strange people within a few hundred miles have been invited.
only.
Looking at the four groups of blind, old, sick and disabled in front of me.
To be honest, Zhang Heng was a little worried.
After all, people like to judge people by their appearance, and Zhang Heng is no exception.
The four in front of me, how should I put it, are a bit different in terms of appearance, and they don't look like high-end products.