Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The moon is dim.

As the night grew deeper, the residents of Xiling Town closed their doors early and hid in their homes, praying that no strange phenomena would occur tonight.

But just after midnight, the moon hanging in the night sky disappeared in an instant, and the whole town was shrouded in endless darkness.

Then a red lantern gradually lit up in front of every household, swaying gently in the cold wind filled with fog, and a thick red color poured out. A group of people in linen clothes walked under the lanterns, and each of them had no shadow.

They carried the wooden coffin and staggered aimlessly on the street, accompanied by the harsh and eerie sounds of crying and laughing coming from nowhere.

Listening carefully, the sound actually came from the coffin.

Suddenly the team stopped in front of a door.

The people carrying the coffin knocked stiffly on the door with the red lantern hung on it, over and over again, without getting tired of it.

……

The dark clouds dispersed, and after dawn, accompanied by the cries of the family, a new day began in Xiling Town.

After a few days of vacation, the Seven Sons of Heaven and the imperial envoy sent by the court met in Xiling Town.

The imperial envoy arrived here half a day earlier than them. When he went to greet them at the main gate, he was still sitting in the sedan chair and had no intention of getting out of it.

When the seven men arrived at the town gate, the onlookers and yamen runners were all surprised, and the people who had been waiting for a long time even had the courage to question them.

"Is this the god who came to save us? You must be bragging..."

"That's right, he doesn't look even older than me!"

The Yamen's legal advisor happily bowed to Rong Zixu, who was in the lead, and said, "You must be the masters from the mountains. I didn't expect you to be so young."

He stroked his beard and stood up before Rong Zixu could say anything. "Come with us, everyone."

Then he laughed twice with ambiguous meaning.

Rong Zixu glanced at the sedan chair that was almost blocking their way, but did not step forward to make way. He said calmly, "The emperor's decree states that wherever he goes, there will be imperial envoys to help and cooperate. Why don't you get off the sedan chair, Lord Song?"

Jin Chen stood behind Rong Zixu. After hearing this, he said to Gong Siyue, "Third Senior Sister, does he look down on us?"

Gong Siyue was wearing a tight red dress and was playing with her ponytail that fell to her chest with her fingers. She laughed when she heard the words.

"It's so obvious. People in the imperial court are always good at superficial work. I don't think this is done very well."

She has always been bold and daring, not to mention such obvious perfunctory and contemptuous behavior.

Yang Yu was playing with the fan in his hand, and suddenly he uttered an "ah" and put his elbow on Jing Xingcan's shoulder, "Xiao Liu, how about Second Senior Brother take you out to play? Anyway, the people in the court are not in a hurry."

"Okay, okay!" Jing Xingcan nodded.

They were talking one after another, and Rong Zixu did not stop them. He just pulled Jinchen, who was trying to add fuel to the fire, to his side.

Jinchen wanted to say something but Rong Zixu gave him a light look.

“…No more talking, no more talking.” Jinchen made a gesture to shut up.

Master: "..."

Who said we are not anxious? We are so anxious that we are going crazy!

The lawyer didn't expect that they would point it out directly, and he looked at the imperial envoy's guards outside the sedan chair with embarrassment.

Then a hearty laugh came from the sedan chair, and Lord Song got off the sedan chair. "It is true that heroes emerge from youth, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

Jing Xingcan: "You are the calf. Your emperor personally invited us to come out of seclusion. Why are you showing off here?"

After saying that, Jing Xingcan quickly made a face at him and then hid behind his senior sister.

The personal guards around Lord Song wanted to refute, but when they saw the blood-red whip in Gong Siyue's hand, they retreated silently. He had a hunch that these people seemed to have very good martial arts skills.

Lord Song's expression changed again and again. The emperor's decree was factual, but he did not expect that these young people would completely ignore the emperor's authority.

"Everyone, please go to the government office." Lord Song looked at Rong Zixu, who was in the lead, and his tone finally became a little tolerant. "I have a disability, so I will not accompany you."

Looking at the backs of the seven people heading towards the government office, the lawyer asked Mr. Song cautiously, "Do you think there are really ghosts here?"

Of course Lord Song didn't believe it, but the man sitting on the dragon throne believed it firmly.

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yamen.

Lord Song invited the Seven Sons of Destiny into the main hall, where several people were kneeling and still crying, looking panicked and desperate.

"Master, the Imperial Envoy."

The bailiff stepped forward and reported: "They are the people from the east side of the town. Another person was missing last night. It was their family."

Lord Song stroked his beard, walked around where they were kneeling and sat on the main seat. He first asked the yamen runners to give seats to the Seven Sons of Heavenly Mandate, and then asked the servants in the hall.

"Tell me, what happened last night?"

Jinchen looked around, pulled Jing Xingcan to the other side, squeezed in next to Rong Zixu and sat down, smiling at him.

Jing Xingcan widened his eyes. He didn't want to sit at the door and be blown by the wind, so he silently complained to Rong Zixu.

Rong Zixu shook his head helplessly and signaled Yang Yu to keep a good eye on Jing Xingcan.

Jing Xingcan who understood his eyes: !!

We are all junior brothers, why do you favor Xiaochen?

No one noticed the little action here. The kneeling old woman opened her mouth tremblingly, and cried for a long time after saying every word.

"The old man is gone...last night! He was chosen by that group of...those inhuman creatures!"

"Your Excellency, please make the decision for us!"

Deep down, they still don't want to believe in ghosts.

After a brief inquiry, Rong Zixu understood the abnormality in this town.

About a month ago, red lanterns appeared in the town every night, and a group of ghosts carrying coffins would wander around, then choose a house and knock on the door. The people who opened the door were often too frightened or out of control, and would disappear with the team that night, only to become ghosts in the team again the next day.

"And there's laughter... No, it's... crying!"

The old woman hesitated, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Her cloudy eyes were filled with tears of fear. "It was... coming from that coffin!"

"What about during the day?" Xu Qie asked. She was pretty and her gentle tone could easily make people let down their guard.

The man in gray cloth next to the old woman shook his head and said, "Nothing during the day. Nothing strange happens in our town during the day."

He clenched his fists and asked bravely, "This... uh, fairy lady, are there really ghosts here?"

Xu Qie smiled softly: "Yes."

Man in gray: “…”

"Then my father, and the others who were taken away, are they already dead?"

Lord Song interrupted their conversation and said, "In my opinion, it may not be a ghost."

Jinchen looked at him in surprise, "You mean someone had nothing better to do than to gather a group of people to carry a coffin in the middle of the night?"

When questioned, Lord Song said calmly, "As the saying goes, people's hearts are the easiest to control. Maybe there are other means."

"Whether it is or not, we will know tonight."

Jin Chen was too lazy to argue with him, so he stood up and stretched, smiling meaningfully, "How about we make a bet? If it's a ghost, don't take chicken feathers as an excuse, and apologize to me."

"What if it's not a ghost?" Lord Song sneered.

"Then we will go home and not compete with you for the credit."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, took a few steps back and walked to Rong Zixu's side, whispering: "Even if there are no ghosts here, I will catch a few tonight."

Rong Zixu: “…”

He pulled Jinchen to sit down and said, "Behave yourself and don't cause trouble."

Rong Zixu had just finished reading the list of townspeople and gave orders: "We will split into two groups to investigate and meet at the noodle shop in the center of town in the evening."

"Yes, Big Brother."