So What If You've Been Reborn?

Two days later in the evening, the blazing sun faded away, and a small sedan chair was carried forward on the road.

"Quick, even faster."

Mr. Song opened the curtain and urgently urged the bearers.

He is evasive, he doesn't take the main road, and he has to stick to the bottom of the wall, just like a thief. The bearer wonders, how can he invite other people to post homage posts at this point?

The weather was too stuffy, there was no wind at all, and the sedan chair looked like a steamer.

But Mr. Song was breaking out in cold sweat, his complexion was gradually turning blue, as if he was going to the execution ground, he was twitching his beard nervously.Suddenly the sedan chair jerked and fell steadily to the ground.

"The place you mentioned is here, Mr. Song." The bearer cautiously reminded him.

Mr. Song took a long breath, and his hands and feet were stiff when he stepped out of the sedan chair.

He looked up at the obvious marks scratched by the ladder on the courtyard wall of this mansion, and his expression became even more uncomfortable. He touched his sleeves for a long time before he took out the greeting card and gift list, and tremblingly walked towards the gate.

The door frame of the mansion was empty.

——The one that was smashed by the yamen was carried away, and the new one was just brought from the carpenter's shop today, and a few magicians were thinking about how to get it together.

The door was wide open, and Mr. Song was lucky: on weekdays, even if he knocked on the door for a long time, there would be no movement inside.

Mr. Song didn't dare to take Joe at this moment, Guanshi Fu died inexplicably, and his work couldn't find any abnormalities. This disaster he caused, he had to swallow the bitter fruit himself.

"May I ask...is this the Chen residence?"

Among the documents found by the government, Chen He's name was written on the deed of this house openly. Of course, his hometown and identity were forged, but this made Chen Zhen suspicious: who would honestly give the house the real name? What about the owner's name?

Coincidentally, the Yuzhou demon cultivators also thought so.

It’s just a house deed, and the Mozun wrote his junior brother just right—this is quite common, monks can’t make up things, but it’s easy to forget what they filled in. I heard that Qingzhou Tunyue Venerable wrote the one in his house. dog's name.

Ordinary people don't hang plaques at the door of their homes. If they want to ask the owner, it is very common to go to the door to inquire.

But what can a mortal come here for?

The demon cultivators didn't even look at it, and said in a rough voice: "You found the wrong one, go away!"

The smile on Mr. Song's face froze. Fortunately, he was already prepared to be shut down - if this is a place where some powerful people raise dead men, and there are big secrets, of course they will not talk to outsiders.

"That's why I misunderstood, so that the owner's surname is not Chen? A few days ago, the subordinates were ignorant, so they offended me. This is my visit to apologize, and I hope Haihan."

With that said, Mr. Song respectfully handed over the card.

None of the demon cultivators answered, they were busy living on their own.

Mr. Song is getting old, and he can't bear to bend his waist like this for a while. He is very angry, but there is nothing he can do.

Just at this time, Tong Xiaozhen came back from the outside with a happy face. The Central Plains is not as rich as the East China Sea's products and elixir, but the advantage is that there are so many monks. If you cheat...cough, if you sell something, it will be worth the previous month's income.

He caught a glimpse of the situation at the door and was suddenly surprised: "What's going on here?"

Mr. Song thought that these "gatekeepers" should at least describe his background, but he didn't expect the man who repaired the gate to retort angrily: "This old...how do we know that the old man ran to talk a lot on his own? "

Mr. Song almost didn't hold back the expression on his face.

Annoy the old man? !

These warriors are simply too rude!

Tong Xiaozhen is a monk from the East China Sea, so he can't speak here. Although the cultivation base of Jindan stage is not bad, but in the mansion of a demon king, the foundation builder is only worthy of sweeping the floor.

Even though none of the monks in front of him had a higher level of cultivation than Tong Xiaozhen, he still touched his nose and left.

How could Mr. Song let go of this "young man" who seemed easy to talk, and quickly stepped forward: "Please inform me that the old man from Yunzhou has come to make amends."

"Yunzhou?"

Tong Xiaozhen was surprised, and also felt that Mr. Song had found the wrong door: "There is no old friend of yours here, go to the neighbors and find out clearly before looking for someone."

It just so happened that the magicians also installed the door firmly.

They closed the door with a "bang" in front of Mr. Song, almost bumping Mr. Song's nose.

The bearers standing in the distance secretly laughed.

Mr. Song became angry from embarrassment, but couldn't get angry again.

The door suddenly opened again with a huff, and Mr. Song was refreshed, and was about to speak——

"Yes, the door is considered strong this time."

The person who opened the door said with satisfaction, and slammed the door shut again.

"..."

It was already a hot day, and Mr. Song was stuffy in the sedan chair for a long time. Now he was shaking with anger, his blood was surging, his whole body was shaking, and he almost fell down.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the bearer hurried over to help.

Mr. Song didn't want to go on this errand at first, but he was frightened by Guanshi Fu's death, so he had no choice but to take the risk and came here. He didn't expect that the danger would not be encountered, and he almost lost his anger.

Seeing that today was a dead end, he simply fainted and asked the bearers to carry him back.

There was a commotion at the door, a carriage parked across the street, and a hidden and angry voice came from behind the curtain: "Let's go."

The driver respectfully agreed, and raised his whip to drive the horses away.

The person sitting in the car was Chen Zhen.

The death of Guanshi Fu is unclear, Chen Zhen probably guessed that it was here who did it, and he can't afford to offend this kind of powerful force behind it for the time being, but if he wants to make amends, especially Chen He It's something you don't even think about.

It's nothing at all that the yamen servants came to check on the corvee.

Seeing the "concierge" humiliating Mr. Song in this way, Chen Zhen felt more and more that it was impossible to be reported to the powerful behind this force, and it must be Chen He who wanted to make things difficult for him.

——It must be that the child hates himself.

Chen Zhen even thought of another aristocratic family in Yunzhou who was once married to him, and wondered which dignified and powerful person they had worked for?Is it possible to peel off the cocoon and find out the truth here?

The carriage suddenly bumped heavily, and Chen Zhen was about to reprimand him, but when he stretched his head to look, he was stunned for a moment.

The entire carriage was dragged by a burly man, who forcibly dragged the carriage across the street, and the driver was thrown far away.

After striding to the gate of the mansion, the big man turned the carriage over and shook it, and forced Chen Zhen to "upside down" out, then raised his palms as big as cattail fans, one in each hand, like carrying a chicken, and slapped Song who was pretending to be dizzy The husband mentioned it to Chen Zhen, who was in a mess, and Shi Shi ran in the door.

The bearers were so frightened that they could not move and watched the gate close.

The coachman was Chen Zhen's trusted servant, and he wanted to shout, but when he saw the completely broken carriage, he shivered.

"Quick, go to the yamen and call someone."

After the coachman finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. He had heard about the accidental death of steward Fu.

Chen Zhen and Mr. Song kept their mouths shut, but they couldn't hold back the chatter of the yamen servants. The coachman knew about the unusual things in this mansion.

"Forget it, let's... wait here!"

The coachman grinned and touched the bruises that fell from his body. In short, he didn't believe that someone dared to openly kill the sheriff of a county, and no dignitary could do such a thing.

Let's say that Chen Zhen and Mr. Song were held in the hands of the big man, and after being dizzy for a while, they rolled their eyes in anger.

"Irregular!"

The two fell heavily to the ground, and Mr. Song couldn't get up immediately.

The burly man had no expression on his face. Seeing that the two were not moving, he stretched out his giant palm to grab them.

Chen Zhen hurriedly avoided, and Mr. Song lost his strength and was picked up from the ground again.

"Master wants to see you." The burly man said without emotion.

He is very weird, his eyes are straight, and his voice seems to come out of his mouth.

At the same time, there were a few more maidservant-like people around, Qiqi raised his hand to point Mr. Chen Zhensong in the direction. This strange scene made Mr. Song shiver.

Chen Zhen looked around and saw some people standing in twos and threes in the distance, but they just looked at him, as if they were watching the excitement.

He had lived half his life and had never been humiliated like this. Chen Zhen was so angry that his eyes turned black, but when he caught a glimpse of Mr. Song who was being carried by a burly man, he still wisely chose to walk in that direction.

This is a large mansion with four entrances. For ordinary people, it really occupies a lot of land, but compared to the county guard's mansion, it is nothing.

The garden is overgrown with wild grass and sparse flowers and trees.

It can be seen that there is no one to take care of it at all. Some courtyard walls are covered with moss and no one has cleaned it.

Chen Zhen frowned more and more, and after walking around a row of houses in the west wing, he finally saw Chen He under a pine tree.

Seeing them coming, Chen He didn't move much. Those who followed Chen Zhen immediately spread out and stood around without a sound.

One of them directly took out the invitation card and gift list from Mr. Song's sleeve.

The action was very rude, and the pocket in the sleeve was torn.

"you you……"

Mr. Song's lips were trembling, trying to break free from the big man's grip: "It's really insulting to gentlemen, what a shame!"

Chen Ho threw the booklet in his hand onto the stone table, and took the gift card that the puppet found.

——He didn't want to be seen by too many people about the Chen family's matter.Shi Feng kept all the puppets he refined, and with Chen Ho's cultivation level, most of them could be driven by him at will.

The list of gifts in Chen He's hand is not long, but they are all precious things in the eyes of ordinary people.

Gold and silver decorations, ginseng antler, pearl wine, and a few lines of swords made by famous masters were specially added.

It looks like a generous gift, but in fact, it is something that the real powerful people look down on. Calligraphy, painting and ancient books are rare objects in the officialdom.

There was a sneer on Chen He's lips, he knew it very well.Chen Junshou and the staff treated themselves as warriors with no vision.

Gold and silver, the most vulgar things, are just added to the gift list.What kind of incense burner, golden plate, golden bowl, and golden water basin—it doesn’t matter what style or taste, just pick the biggest and heaviest one and bring it out to fool people.

Chen He tossed the gift slip away casually, and his eyes fell on the inscription on the greeting card.

"...An old friend from Yunzhou?"

Chen He sneered, and the greeting card turned into ashes in his hands.

Chen Zhen was taken aback, but Mr. Song was shocked.

"Your Manager Fu is from Wanteng County, Yunzhou?"

Chen He didn't let them sit down, and he didn't have the habit of serving tea, so he just asked unceremoniously.

After two days of careful investigation, he still didn't find any secrets that he didn't know.

Chen Zhen's face was sullen.

Mr. Song was relieved, and he said disapprovingly: "Chen...Young Master Chen, everyone is dead. If you are so persistent, the people behind you will know. I'm afraid it's not good."

Chen He raised his eyebrows slightly: "The person behind me?"

Mr. Song thought he had caught something, but it was Chen He's own idea.

"It's normal for young people to be aggressive. If Young Master Chen is willing to accept this gift list, the previous incident will be treated as if it never happened. This old man doesn't want to interfere with your lord's affairs, and Young Master Chen doesn't want his own whereabouts to spread to—"

He pointed to the sky, this is the habit of people in the officialdom, referring to the important figures in the court, or the emperor.

"In the ears of your master!"

However, Chen He's eyes followed his fingers to the sky, and then——

"Hahaha."

He laughed loudly, and there was an indescribable joy between his eyebrows and eyes.

Such unscrupulous and unscrupulous publicity, like everything in the world, is worthless.