Back Off, Let Me Come

Different from the previous Xiaocheng where singing and dancing was peaceful and glamorous, the current Xiaocheng seems to have a bit of troubled times. Every house is closed, and there are only a few pitiful lights in the whole city.

The entire city was silent, except for the sporadic buzzing of insects and the metal sounds of armor joints colliding. Gong Shuwu followed behind Chu Yao, and the two rushed straight to the butcher's house. There were no people in the bustling night market, and the stalls were scattered on the side of the road, which was desolate.

Even though Gong Shuwu was so cold and hard-hearted, he couldn't help but sigh.

This is war.

Even if the enemy hasn't really invaded yet.

However, quietness does not mean that the city is "dead". Dirty things happen all the time in the invisible dark corners, such as robbery and murder. In the alley leading to the butcher's house, there were two dead bodies, their body temperature not completely dissipated.

Gong Shuwu stepped on the blood pool 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's expression was calm, and he said blankly: "It's useless to come early, it's a good thing to see King Hades earlier."

These two should be grandchildren of beggars nearby who make a living by begging.

Before the rebels came, they were starving to the bone. 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 fallacious, but it's perfect for the moment.

You can see how this world is...

No one spoke for the rest of the way.

Chu Yao was familiar with the way to the butcher's house, and felt bad when he approached it. As a "rich family" among the nearby people, the butcher's house is more neat and tidy 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 was a mess in front of the door, and an unspeakable stench floated in the air.

The wooden door that had to be washed every now and then was split in half with some sharp weapon. Chu Yao stretched out his hand and pushed, and the remains of the wooden door fell to the ground with a clang. A string of long-dried blood stretched along the door to the house, and the hemp rope used to dry clothes in the yard 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 and can be searched in a short time. Apart from the messy furniture, there was not much left and no one alive. If there wasn't a string of blood outside the house, they could still comfort themselves. The butcher's family had received the news and hurriedly packed their bags and fled.

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 he reached his lips. It's 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.

"Oh, my condolences..." 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, leaving crescent marks on the palms of his hands. Although 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."

No matter whether you are fleeing or being killed, you can always find out something. Chu Yao was about to nod when the two of them heard an extremely quiet sound - rustling, rustling, like scratching the wooden door with fingernails. They looked at each other and looked for the sound.

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 thing.

The 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.

Perhaps hearing the familiar name, the cat meowed weakly and let Chu Yao take it out obediently. This kitten is Su Shang. Qishan is worried that something will happen to the tax robber. He is worried about staying in the bandit village. He keeps it with him 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 was in Chu Yao's hands, he couldn't wait to lick his fingers and palms, and let out an aggrieved and weak meow.

The cat held in the palm of the poop shoveler Qi Shan is more clingy, coquettish and less afraid of animals than other raccoon slaves.

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 to eat.

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.

But that's all 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. There was no way to inquire.

The search scope will be expanded.

I only found two gangsters who committed crimes in the alley. The territory of these two gangsters is on the other side of Xiaocheng, so I don't know the surrounding situation.

Seeing that there was nothing to ask, Chu Yao winked at Gong Shuwu, who understood, and exerted force with his fingers.

There was only a short whimper, and the neck of the corpse fell limply to the ground at a twisted angle, without a sound.

"How can this be good..."

In the middle of the night, there was still no clue.

When he was at a loss what to do, Gong Shuwu noticed that there was a little more orange in the sky in the direction of the city gate. After a while, the orange gradually expanded, blurred, and became more and more prosperous.

Faintly, there was also a killing cry.

Uncle Gong's Wu Xin thumped: "The rebels outside the city attacked the city again?"

Chu Yao shook his head: "It doesn't look like..."

If the rebels were attacking the city, the killing cry would have been clearer, and the orange flames were in the wrong position. It seemed like something had happened to the location of the rebel camp!

As Chu Yao judged, the walls of Xiaocheng are fine.

However, it does have something to do with them.

To be precise, it is related to Shen Tang.

After finishing Yancheng, they wanted to join Chu Yao and the others immediately, but there was 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 the enemy can't hold back, he insists on giving away the head enthusiastically!

Let's not mention the unlucky and disgusting monthly ticket list in October.

[About slowing down the rhythm and changing the plot]:

Some readers mentioned it when I was raising pigs before, and recently there have been a lot more voices about the plot of praying for good.

I admit that there are problems in this area. In fact, even a long story cannot avoid this problem, and the recent updates are slow, and the defects seem to be more serious. However, I still need to explain that raising pigs is part of the farming operation, and it is also day-to-day. In the future, there will not only be raising pigs, but also silkworms, textiles, dyeing, land and trees. Otherwise, I'm sorry for the Tiangong Kaiwu and I bought. Qi Min Yao Shu, oh, Lin Feng's literary mind and literati way are also related to this...

The main line of this article is Tangmei's road to the top, but she is not walking this road alone. The friends and opponents around her are all part of this road. The last ten or so chapters are the home stage of the plot of praying for goodness, and by the way, it leads to the "Sacred Land of Mountains and Seas". If you don’t dislike water and read the relevant chapters, you will know that only a part of the “Qianshan (that is, the hundred schools of thought)” in the “Book Mountain” has appeared so far. Before Tangmei appeared, this world was the home of Confucianism and soldiers, Legalism and Taoism were playing soy sauce, and the others were either in decline or hadn't appeared at all.

I don't know if the shop will collapse if it opens too big, I can only say try my 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 pits, not how the governor died.

Of course, looking at the water is also related to my slow update and long-winded narrative.

There is still some chatter, and I will write the chapter tomorrow.