Crossing town house man and wife

At the same time that Wu Ming and Shang Gui broke up unhappy, another group of people outside Xiangping City reached an agreement.

But when this group of people gathered in front of the table with enthusiasm to sign and sign, on the opposite roof, two Taoist priests were chatting unscrupulously while watching the excitement leisurely.

If Wu Ming were here, he would have recognized these two as the Taoist priests of Zhongnan Mountain who had been expelled from the Sheriff's Mansion by him.

"Uncle, will they succeed?" asked the young Taoist priest.

"Success? Hehe, if the governor of Liaodong was someone who would be ruled by others, he would not marry a man as his wife, and this man is still a ghost cultivator." The elder Taoist replied indifferently.

"Then why do you still use spells to facilitate their conspiracy?" the young Taoist asked in surprise.

The reason why a group of people in the opposite room suddenly became excited, and finally reached an agreement after arguing for several days, and made a decision to act, was because the old Taoist priest cast a magic spell on them, making them forget their original concerns and actions. possible consequences of failure.

"I just want to see how the governor of Liaodong will respond." The old Taoist replied, "We have traveled this way, and only Liaodong can be in order, so that the people in the county can be properly resettled. Of course It is unavoidable that those few ghost cultivators have the power to inform, but being willing to believe and respond is enough to show the determination and ability of this person, and he also has a heart of benevolence for the people."

"But benevolence alone is not enough to become a king." The young Taoist suddenly realized.

"Yes." The elder Taoist sighed with emotion, "If a benevolent person can become a king, how can this world get the Ying family's turn?"

The young Taoist immediately asked, "Uncle Master, did you fall in love with the governor of Liaodong County?"

"Let's see how he responds tomorrow." The elder Taoist replied indifferently.

In the early morning of the next day, Wu Ming, who was sleeping soundly, felt that there seemed to be some noise outside. The next moment, Yan Heng who was beside him suddenly sat up and even dragged him up.

"Another earthquake?" Wu Ming asked in a daze.

"No." Yan Heng stuffed Wu Ming back into the quilt, got out of bed and dressed alone, "I'll go out and have a look, you continue to sleep."

"It's so noisy, how can you sleep!" Wu Ming got up depressed, and habitually went to find his clothes behind the pillow, but after touching it a few times, he found nothing.

Yan Heng on the side reminded helplessly: "You slept with your clothes on last night!"

"Ah?" Wu Ming looked down, only to find that the innermost clothes were being put on his body, which had been crushed into wrinkles by him.

By the way, last night he went to meet the merchant ghost, and when he came back, he just took off his coat and went to bed.

Wu Ming was still in a daze, Yan Heng had already called the maids and asked them to fetch new clothes for Wu Ming to change.

After Wu Ming changed his clothes, Yan Heng was already standing outside the tent talking to Yao Zhong.

Wu Ming was still a little half asleep at the moment, so he stepped forward and asked directly, "What happened?"

"Back to Madam, there are some unscrupulous guys coming here to make trouble." Yao Zhong immediately bowed and replied.

Yan Heng wanted to stop him from telling him, but Yao Zhong's reaction was too fast. As soon as Wu Ming asked, he told the truth like a cannonball.

The noise outside the county guard was a group of elders, some from the gentry and some from the common people.Perhaps they had learned the lesson of the last rebellion, they neither carried weapons nor used force—of course, at the age of these people, they did not have the ability to use force.A group of old men in their 60s and [-]s stood in front of the Sheriff's Mansion and pinned the cause of the earthquake on Yan Heng's head, claiming that his many evil deeds had offended the heavens, which sent disasters as a punishment. Heng commits suicide and apologizes, so that the disaster can end.

Wu Ming listened carefully, and sure enough, those people outside were yelling vicious words like "Yan Heng, hurry up and die!" "If you don't die, everyone will die with you!"

"It's not easy to want to die!" Wu Ming smiled coldly, and walked towards the gate of the house.

"Ma'am!" Yan Heng stretched out his hand to pull Wu Ming back, but Yao Zhong stood up and stopped him.

"Governor, it would be more appropriate for Madam to come forward in this matter." Yao Zhong blocked Yan Heng and advised him seriously.

"Did you think he would just show up?" Yan Heng said angrily, "He always has only one way to solve things!"

"Isn't that better?" Yao Zhong raised the corner of his mouth.

When Yan Heng and Yao Zhong were arguing, Wu Ming had already reached the gate of the mansion.

Outside the door, a group of bad old men were raising their arms and shouting hoarsely, and a bunch of people gathered around to watch the fun.

After the earthquake, Yan Heng controlled the gates of the city, and both ordinary people and wealthy families were restricted from entering and leaving.There are relatively fewer restrictions on going out of the city, as long as you register at the city gate.But once they left the city, they would not be able to come back in a short time, and their house would be taken over by the Sheriff's Office, and the ruins would be searched and cleaned up, so as not to leave any corpses in the ruins and cause a plague.

The Sheriff's Office will not take these houses as their own. The reason why they are allowed to register for the record is also to ensure that these houses can be returned to their original owners after the clean-up is completed, so as not to be occupied by others.Ordinary people mostly responded to this policy. Anyway, their families have no surplus money and no surplus food, leaving a pile of uninhabitable dilapidated houses and rotten tiles. take refuge.

It is precisely because of this that there are not many people left in Xiangping City today, and even if there is excitement, there will not be so many idle people.There is only one reason why people are surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. These people came from outside the city, and it was these bad old men who brought them in.

Wu Ming was not in a hurry to act, and glanced at the onlookers first, and found that the vast majority of them were just ordinary civilians, with nothing wrong with their clothes, attire, and appearance, only a few people seemed to be mixed in to make trouble Shit sticks are agitating the crowd with whispers or growls.And on both sides of the street, more people gathered here, obviously the city gate has lost control.

Soldiers who have never seen blood are really worthless!

Wu Mingxin cursed, stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword of a guard outside the door, and walked towards the group of old men.

As soon as he appeared, someone immediately recognized his identity and shouted loudly——

"It's Yan Heng's husband and wife!"

"It's that evil star!"

"Hey, so what about the evil star, if he has the guts, he will kill me too!"

"what--"

Before the last person who shouted could finish his sentence, a cold light flashed across his neck, and his round head immediately flew up from his neck. Immediately afterwards, bright red blood gushed out like a spring, shocking everyone around him. Shrieking in fright, several old men next to this person were sprayed all over their heads and faces, and two timid ones fainted on the spot.

"Who else wants to die?" Wu Ming flicked the blood on the sword and asked casually, "I will satisfy him."

"You...how dare..." An old man came out tremblingly, leaning on a crutch, "Do you know who he is?!"

"Of course I know." Wu Ming raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, waved his hand and another cold light sent the old man's head into the sky, "Dead man."

Most of the clan elders who besieged the Sheriff's Mansion were paralyzed with fright, and the crowd outside couldn't help but backed away.

The guards behind Wu Ming couldn't help admonishing, "Ma'am, that's the master's uncle!"

"Is that why you dare not do anything to them?" Wu Ming glanced at the guards, snorted coldly, turned his head and asked the group of old men, "Who else is surnamed Yan, all stand up!"

"You...what else do you want to do?" An old man stepped out boldly.

Wu Ming took a few glances at this person, and soon smiled brightly, "I remember you, we met when we worshiped our ancestors in the New Year."

"you……"

The old man failed to say the second sentence, Wu Ming raised his sword and chopped him off abruptly.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into exclamation. A small number of people turned around and ran away, but more people chose to stay, staring at the changes in the field intently.

Wu Ming didn't ask any more questions, turned his eyes slightly, and found two familiar faces from this group of elders, immediately raised his long sword, and took the lives of these two people one by one.

Just when he raised his sword and stabbed one of them, the crowd burst into a cry, "Don't kill my grandfather!"

While shouting, a short figure got out of the crowd and rushed towards Wu Ming.

As soon as Wu Ming lifted his right foot, he kicked the figure flying, and at the same time changed the stabbing to slashing, splitting the guy who wanted to stab to death with a sword in half from the neck.

"Grandfather!" The short figure was actually a ten-year-old boy. Seeing his grandfather's tragic death, he immediately screamed, got up from the ground, and rushed towards Wu Ming again, "I will fight with you!"

"Fuck you!" When Wu Ming wanted to kill someone, he never cared about any women, children, old or young, but this time, he didn't cut the boy directly under the sword. Fall to the ground, step on the foot.

"Let go of me! You villain!" The boy yelled while struggling.But he obviously grew up in an overly beautiful environment, and he couldn't even utter dirty words when swearing.

The boy's parents did not show up. It is not known whether he appeared on the scene without authorization or someone deliberately added the scene.

Wu Ming smiled coldly, looked up at the crowd, and said loudly: "You may not know that Liaodong is not the only one affected by the earthquake! From Liaodong to Longxi, and then to Bashu and Guizhou, no place was spared! If you think Liaodong If it’s not safe, you can go to other places to escape, and see how the people there are now and how they live! By the way, try to go southwest when you go, and don’t go to places near the sea like Langya and Kuaiji, because those people The place has been submerged by sea water, and you can only see a vast ocean when you go there!"

There was an uproar in the crowd immediately, and the few people who were originally in charge of agitating the people were also frightened by Wu Ming's murderous appearance and did not dare to act rashly.

But Wu Ming didn't stop there. While stepping on the boy, he picked up a head that fell near him with his sword, grabbed it with the other hand, and held it up to the crowd.

"Look at this face carefully." Wu Ming held up his head and used magic to amplify his voice, "Look at this skin color, this flesh, and compare it with your own family's father, mother, ancestor, etc. , do you feel any difference?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and soon one person answered: "He is much richer than my father!"

"That's right!" Wu Ming patted the head's cheek with the blade of the sword, "Your parents are starving, how can you grow so much meat!"

"Ah!" Some people are still ignorant, but some people have already exclaimed.

"Look at this little boy under my feet again!" Wu Ming let go of his feet and pulled the boy up from the ground, "Look at this tender little face, his fleshy little arms and legs, and the clothes and accessories on his body ..."

"Let go of me! Murderer! Robber!" The boy struggled hard, but his arms couldn't get past his thighs.

Wu Ming ignored his resistance at all, and while speaking, stripped off all the clothes and accessories on his body, and threw them into the crowd one by one.

At this moment, those who dare to stay to watch the excitement are all brave. Seeing Wu Ming throw something at them, they immediately swarmed to loot it.And the people who snatched the things soon discovered that the clothes on the boy were really extraordinary. The clothes were made of high-quality silk and satin, and the accessories were exquisitely carved gold and precious jade.

A woman who snatched a gold collar stuffed it into her bosom and began to cry loudly, "My son! If I also have such a good thing, why can't I even invite a wandering doctor back, I can only watch You are sick and dying!"

When she cried, all the people who originally wanted to snatch the gold collar hesitated, and other people who had similar experiences were even more affected by it, or cursed, or mourned, and their gazes towards the old man and the boy in the field gradually faded away. become bad.

Seeing that there was only one bellyband left on the boy, Wu Ming threw the boy back to the ground, stepped on it again, and continued to say to the people around him: "If in the past, they enjoyed their blessings, you live your life, everyone Well water does not interfere with river water, and no one has anything to do with it. But now, the world is in catastrophe, your houses are destroyed, and you have no food and clothing. If the county guard Yan Hengyan did not provide military food to help everyone, you would be able to stay in Xiangping City safely. , can you fill your stomach just by working? Open your eyes wide and look at the sheriff's mansion in front of you! The house is also collapsed here, and it needs to be repaired, but so far, the sheriff Yan has not sent a single soldier A pawn built a house for himself, and he still lives in a tent!"

As he said that, Wu Ming turned around and kicked open the half-covered gate, allowing the onlookers to see the scene inside the Sheriff's Mansion.