The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

At sunset, on a narrow official road in Nanyang.

A send-off team came slowly from a distance.

Eight large sedan chairs were surrounded in the middle, and the bright red sedan chairs were strangely dim in the night.

It stands to reason that the most important event in the world is the auspicious time of the wedding.

How can there be a team to see off relatives at this hour, and it's not a ghost marriage.Unless there is something seriously ill in the head.

Look carefully, these people's faces are listless, they don't beat the gongs and drums, and they don't scatter the flowers. It seems that they have lost a big battle and came back in despair along the way.

"It's really bad luck! Die Duanxiu!!!"

One of the accompanying monks suddenly started cursing: "I was dismissed as soon as I came to the door! It's really unlucky to paint your face like a ghost!"

The night was getting dark, and there were no people on the official road. When the breeze blew, the leaves of the forest in the distance rustled.

You can also vaguely see the dark green will-o'-the-wisp.The scolding quickly spread in the sending team, and instantly aroused everyone's public indignation.

"Who says it's not! Brothers and sisters have had a hard job this time. If we go back intact, the Patriarch will definitely punish us! It's really bad luck, and it's all because of that dead sleeve, it's too bad luck!"

"In my opinion, it's better to drag him out. Let's have fun first, so we can't make a trip for nothing, right?"

There were people cursing and swearing outside the sedan chair, and various unsavory words popped out one after another.

The person who carried the sedan chair outside saw that there was no movement in the sedan chair, so he felt that he was a submissive bunny who was easy to be bullied, and the curses became louder and more ugly.

"Don't lift it! Going back is a dead end, it's better to run, maybe you can save your life!"

"That's right! Brothers, help me out, drag him out and beat him up, let's vent the fire first!"

"What are you dragging on, the ground is so cramped, just stay in the sedan chair!"

"Hahaha, pay attention!"

As soon as the words were finished, the sedan chair fell to the ground with a bang, and a bearer lifted the curtain cursingly, revealing a bright red thin figure.

"You can still sit still! Let me see if you're dead!"

As he said that, he tore off the red hijab with his hands, revealing a heavily made-up face, painted as if he was about to sing a big show on stage, gaudy to the extreme.

Contemptuous sneers immediately erupted from the crowd, and they spat in unison: "Quick, take off his clothes and see if it's a man!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drag people out! There's no shit here, so let's have fun before people wake up, no one knows!"

"Yes, yes! I'm so worried that I have nowhere to spread the fire in my belly!"

Before the words fell, the extremely gaudy young man woke up slowly.

He rubbed his astringent eye sockets, looking at everything around him in bewilderment.

My mind is full of who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do.

"Brother! He's awake!"

"It's better to wake up! Someone who can cry and scream is better than fucking a dead fish! Don't be afraid, everyone, the bitch in Chang's family is a waste that can't produce golden core! Don't be afraid of him!"

"Hey, listen to what Big Brother says!"

The young man waited for a long time before regaining some sanity. His obsidian-like eyes gleamed in the night, and his voice was very clear and husky when he spoke.

"You mean, my surname is Chang, and my name is... Jianren? What a strange name, Jianren, Chang Jianren?"

The young man showed confusion, and repeated the name in his mouth, feeling very strange.

"Brother, isn't that bitch stupid?" A monk whispered from the side, "Why don't you even remember your own name?"

"This bitch is used to pretending to be crazy and foolish, it's just a trick to seduce men!"

"Brother, if the Patriarch knows, don't we want to..."

The man on the side cut his neck with a horizontal palm, and said with some fear, "How can I say, he is also the young master of the Chang family, so it's not good to do this?"

"What's wrong? With me here, what are you afraid of? The sky is falling and you'll be standing tall!"

The cultivator known as the eldest brother was unhappy, and said with a sneer, "What young master? Who knows whose wild species is something that even his father doesn't recognize?"

"I heard that he used to be very promiscuous, and he has broken sleeves. He loves to wear makeup and makeup. He wears red and green. He often seduces men in Chang's house!"

"Everyone from all over the world knows that he is a broken sleeve!"

"I've also heard that although the Patriarch doesn't care about him, he is also concerned that he is a panting thing. He is afraid of being bullied by the men in the clan. He usually uses iron chains to tie people like dogs to the house. inside!"

"All day long, many men come and go in and out of his room! Who knows what they did!"

Several monks talked a lot, ignoring that the young man was still in front of them, and looked at them with extremely confused eyes.

"Miss looks down on that sick young man of the Wang family, and refuses to marry her life and death. No, she pushed this little bastard out to celebrate the marriage. Who would have thought that when people saw that the civet cat was replaced by the prince, they would not even let in the house. Just drive people away!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and looked at the young man with lewd | expressions on their faces.

"Anyway, this man is a fool, even if he is put to sleep in the wilderness, he won't say anything!"

The young man listened quietly for a moment, half understanding.

From their conversation, he heard that his surname is Chang, his name is Jianren, and he has a very slutty personality.

Ordinarily, she likes to paint and flirt with men.He has no status in the Chang family, and was treated as a dog when he was young, and tied to the yard to guard the gate.

It was pushed out by the eldest lady of the Chang family to celebrate the marriage.

As a result, the Wang family looked down on him, and returned it to Zhao and sent him back.

And the monks in front of him were insulting him for being stupid, and wanted to beat him in the wilderness.

The boy felt that he was not stupid, not at all.

Not only not stupid, but also smart.

I know that sleeping in the wilderness is very uncomfortable, and my back will hurt very painful.

"Brothers, who will come first? If you don't want to punch, whoever wins will be the first!"

Everyone made a deal, and gathered around one place to punch.The winner was soon decided.

The one who won was full of joy, with a lewd look on his face, he approached the young man, and said: "Little beauty, I will let you know this, the master is amazing..."

The teenager didn't like the oily man in front of him.

A sour smell can be smelled from far away, as if someone's stinky socks that haven't been washed for 100 years were directly stuffed into the man's mouth.

Subconsciously, he dodged for a while, but the look of contempt in the young man's eyes immediately angered the other party, and he even raised his hand and slapped him.

The young man moved sharply, he kicked up and down three times in the middle, only to hear a bang, the monk clutched his crotch, backed up with a suffocated face.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, how are you doing, Big Brother?"

"...Damn...Damn it, it was kicked to pieces by this... bitch! Destroyed him...to me!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of monks cursed, rolled up their sleeves, and rushed forward with gloomy expressions.

The boy's black eyebrows frowned, he didn't like the obscenity in these people's eyes, and the dirty words in his mouth.

I don't like the stench that comes out of their mouths when they talk.

I also don't like the bright red clothes on my body, which are as red as blood.

Subconsciously raised his right palm, as if to summon something.

——something that can kill instantly.

But the flattened palm was empty, and he couldn't summon anything.

The young man stared down at his empty hands in a daze.

I don't think it's my own hand.

Everything seemed unreal.

At the moment when the claws were about to touch him, he suddenly heard the ringing of a bell and the strange cry of Jie Jie from a distance.

In this desolate night, it is especially harsh.

"What sound? Where did the bell ring?"

The monks held their swords one after another, surrounded the sedan chair and looked around.

The dense forest is deep and secluded, desolate and dark.

The dark clouds above the head did not know when, completely covered the moon.

After the tinkling of the bell, a strange sound came from a distance.

Jie — Jie — Jie —

It seemed that some blunt instruments were grinding together, accompanied by a faint hissing sound, floating from far to near.

"Brothers, don't be afraid, it's not uncommon for some evil spirits to pop up here and there in the wilderness! Fuck you guys, don't be afraid!"

Before the words fell, the monk who spoke just now saw with his own eyes a headless corpse crashing down on the spot where he was standing just now.

Before he even had time to blink his eyes, the severed head rolled down like a rotten watermelon.

Rolled all the way to the feet of a man in Tsing Yi, he looked like a scholar, his face was sickly and pale.

But holding the soul-inducing bell in one hand and the mahogany sword in the other, with a bloody head on his feet, he raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, and said indifferently: "You are blocking my way."

The monks were taken aback and immediately looked at each other in blank dismay.It seems that I can't figure out how a big living person can appear out of thin air.

One of the monks at the head boldly said: "May I ask which Taoist temple you are from? Why...why do you have to embarrass our brothers?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi said indifferently: "I told you, you blocked my way."

"Why don't you run away, anyway, if that dead Duanxiu returns to Chang's house, he won't have a good life, so let's leave it to this stinky Taoist priest!"

"That can't be done, this dead Taoist priest killed one of our brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a click, and the scholar in Tsing Yi stomped that rotten watermelon-like head into pieces.He raised his eyes and said coldly: "Aren't you leaving?"