Different from Xiaocheng, which used to be full of singing, dancing, and revelry, now Xiaocheng seems to be a bit like a troubled time. Every household is closed, and there are only a few pitiful lights in the whole city.
The whole city was silent, except for the scattered chirping of insects and the metallic sound of armor joints clashing. Gong Shuwu followed Chu Yao, and the two of them rushed straight to the butcher's house. There were no people in the originally bustling night market, and stalls were scattered on the roadside.
, a desolate one.
Even though he was as cold and hard-hearted as Gong Shuwu, he couldn't help but sigh.
This is war.
Even if the enemy hasn't really invaded yet.
However, being quiet does not mean that the city is "dead". Dirty things happen all the time in invisible dark corners, such as robbery and murder. There are two dead bodies lying in the alley leading to the butcher's house.
The body temperature has not completely dissipated.
Gong Shuwu stepped on the blood puddle formed by the blood of the two corpses, leaving bloody footprints on the muddy and smelly road.
He said: "Oh, I'm late."
It would be better if it could be done earlier.
Maybe the old man and the young man on the ground can save their lives.
Chu Yao looked calm and said expressionlessly: "It's useless to come too early. It's a good thing to see the King of Hell as early as possible."
These two people should be the grandfather and grandson of beggars nearby who make a living by begging.
Before the rebels came, they were starving to the point of emaciation. But with the rebels attacking the city, the ordinary people themselves were in danger, let alone the kindhearted people who helped them.
One more day to live is just one more day to suffer.
Gong Shuwu sighed softly when he heard this, and he agreed in his heart.
It's obviously a fallacy, but it's perfectly appropriate now.
You can see how this world is...
No one spoke for the rest of the way.
Chu Yao was familiar with the road to the butcher's house, and he felt something bad as soon as he approached it. As a "rich family" among the nearby people, the butcher's house was neater and neater than the neighbors.
His wife and parents are both diligent and tidy people. Garbage and filth are never piled up in front of his door. Anyone who splashes dirty water in front of his door will be pointed at and scolded for a long time. At this time, there is a mess in front of the door.
There was an unspeakable stench in the air.
The wooden door that had to be washed every now and then was split in half with some kind of sharp weapon. Chu Yao stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the remains of the wooden door were scattered on the ground. A string of dried blood stretched along the door to the house, and the yard was full of hemp for drying clothes.
One end of the rope was broken.
Chu Yao's heart skipped a beat.
Change from walking slowly to walking quickly.
Gong Shuwu also hurriedly followed.
The same thought flashed through their hearts——
problem occurs!
There are four rooms in the butcher's house.
It's not big, so it can be searched in a short time. Except for the messy furniture, there are not many things left, and there are no living people. If there is no string of blood outside the house, they can comfort themselves. The butcher's family received the news and hurriedly cleaned up.
Escape with your luggage.
but--
Gong Shuwu looked at Chu Yao's back and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to comfort Chu Yao, but he swallowed the words when they reached his lips. It was useless to say anything now.
How could Chu Yao, as a teacher, bear the loss of two students at once, even if they had not been together for a long time?
The atmosphere was almost frozen, making people breathless.
"Alas, please forgive me..." Gong Shuwu said.
Chu Yao's cheeks tightened, holding back his anger.
"What's the point of mourning?"
If something unexpected happened, would the murderer be kind enough to collect the bodies of the butcher's family? That pool of blood might also be from an animal...
all in all--
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.
Chu Yao's hands hidden in his sleeves were slightly clenched into fists, and the nails that had not been trimmed for a while had grown out a lot, leaving crescent marks on the palms of his hands. As he said this, the ominous premonition became more and more intense.
He said: "Try to find people before the rebels attack."
If the rebels come in, trying to find a few people in the chaos will be like looking for a needle in a haystack, with little hope.
Gong Shuwu said: "Then go check out some nearby stores."
Whether he was fleeing or being killed, he could always find out something. Just as Chu Yao was about to nod, the two of them heard an extremely quiet sound - rustling, rustling, rustling, like scratching the wooden door with nails. They looked at each other, looking for
Look for him in a loud voice.
The noise came from the corner of the woodshed.
They moved away the piled-up debris and finally found the source of the sound in the cracks, a dirty, balled-up object.
His eyes glowed strangely in the dark night.
When I looked closer, I saw it was a cat.
Chu Yao recognized it at a glance.
"Su Shang!"
He lowered his voice.
Maybe after hearing the familiar name, the cat meowed weakly and let Chu Yao take it out obediently. This kitten was Su Shang. Qishan was worried that something would happen to the tax robbery bank, so he stayed here.
The bandit village was worried and kept it with them for fear of causing trouble...
Coincidentally, Lin Feng quite liked it.
So he asked Lin Feng to temporarily take care of Su Shang on his behalf.
As soon as Su Shang got into Chu Yao's hands, he couldn't wait to lick his fingers and palms, and let out an aggrieved and weak meow from his mouth.
Compared with other raccoon slaves, the cat held in the palm of the hands by the poop shoveler Qishan is more clingy, loves to act coquettishly, and is not afraid of animals.
Chu Yao: "..."
Even though he didn't like cats who were not well-raised, he was still softened by Su Shang's cries. He poured some water for it, soaked the dry food until soft, and gave it to it.
Gong Shuwu also recognized that this was the precious cat raised by Qishan, and said: "It's a good sign to find this little guy..."
Chu Yao hummed absentmindedly.
However, this is the good news.
They found that the nearby neighbors were in the same situation as the butcher's house. Some houses had blood stains, some were clean, and some had signs of a scuffle. They couldn't find out anything about it.
The search scope was also expanded.
I only found two criminal gangsters in the alley. The territory of these two gangsters was at the other end of Xiaocheng, and I didn't know the situation nearby.
Seeing that nothing could be said, Chu Yao winked at Gong Shuwu. The latter understood what he was asking and suddenly exerted force on his fingers.
Only a short whimper was heard, and the corpse's neck was twisted at a twisted angle, and it fell limply to the ground, making no sound at all.
"What should I do..."
Even after midnight, there were still no clues.
When he was at a loss what to do, Gong Shuwu discovered that there was a little more orange in the sky in the direction of the city gate. However, after a while, the orange gradually expanded, blurred, and became more and more prosperous.
Faintly, there were also killing cries coming.
Gong Shuwu's heart skipped a beat: "The rebels outside the city are attacking the city again?"
Chu Yao shook his head: "It doesn't look like..."
If the rebels were attacking the city, the killing cries would have been clearer, and the orange flames were in the wrong position. It seemed like something happened to the location of the rebel camp!
Just as Chu Yao judged, Xiaocheng's wall was fine.
However, it does have something to do with them.
To be precise, it is related to Shen Tang.
After they finished dealing with Yan Cheng, they wanted to join Chu Yao and the others as soon as possible, but they encountered an accident on the way.
The two saw a group of rebels escorting a batch of grain and grass passing by.
Originally I planned to avoid it, but——
If you can't stand the enemy, you have to kill him enthusiastically!
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It’s okay not to mention the unlucky and disgusting monthly vote list for October.
[About slowing down the pace and changing the plot]:
When we were raising pigs, some readers mentioned it. Recently, there have been a lot more people mentioning the story of praying for good.
I admit that there are problems in this area. In fact, even long articles cannot avoid this problem. Recently, the update has been slow and the flaws seem to be more serious. However, I still need to explain that pigs are part of the farming operation and are also day-to-day. In the future, not only There will be raising pigs, silkworms, textiles, dyeing, planting land and trees, otherwise I would be sorry if I bought Tiangong Kaiwu and Qi Min Yao, oh, Lin Feng's literary mind and scribe's way are also related to this... …
The main line of this article is that Tang Mei is on her way to the top, but she does not walk this road alone. The friends and opponents around her are all part of this road. The last ten or so chapters are the main plot of Qi Shan, and by the way, " "Holy Land of Mountains and Seas". If anyone who doesn't dislike water has read the relevant chapters, they will know that only part of the "Thousand Mountains (i.e. hundreds of schools of thought)" in "Shu Mountain" has appeared. Before Tang Mei appeared, the world was dominated by Confucianism. In Hebing's home field, Legalists and Taoists are fighting each other, while the others are either in decline or have not yet appeared at all.
I don’t know if the shop will collapse if it is opened too big, I can only say try our best.
For Qi Shan's plot, the important thing is to supplement his background, write about this person's past, and connect some previous foreshadowings to fill in the holes, not how the county governor died.
Of course, looking at the water also has something to do with my slow updating and long-winded narrative.
There is still some chatter, I will write the chapter tomorrow.