death like wind

The crow stood on the desk with its neck tilted and neighing. Those eyes were full of human demeanor, which made this crow even more weird. It was creepy to be watched.

The magistrate didn't seem to notice the crow standing on his desk at all, and started the daily plot by patting the gavel.

Li Yaxin came out of the inner room with a yawn, and greeted everyone with a smile. Su Jin just glanced at her and then looked away.

After Li Yaxin said hello, she stood at the back, turned to a boy who worked as a handyman in the troupe and asked, "Where's Xiaohui? Why didn't you come?"

Xiaohui was the girl who was skinned and died last night.

The boy hesitated and said: "I went to call her today. I saw her sitting in front of the vanity mirror and dressing up all the time. I asked her not to come back. Her face in the mirror was very weird, as if she had been possessed by a demon. I didn't dare to call her again." Let her come here by herself."

Li Yaxin comforted: "Maybe she is not in good health, don't worry too much, we will go see her together later."

The boy nodded.

Su Jin clenched her fists, Yan Xilin seemed to sense it, reached out to release his clenched hands, clasped her fingers, and turned to look at him with a faint smile.

Qiao Wucai glanced at their handshake, and stood a little further away.

At this time, the magistrate had just finished interrogating Mrs. Du, and instead of asking people to take the old woman down according to yesterday's plot, he looked at the master, and the master looked at Hu Daren again, and asked, "I asked you to get the confession yesterday." Where's the paper?"

Su Jin sweated for Hu Daren, and Hu Daren said according to Qiao Wu's idea yesterday: "The Meng family will not follow through, this can't be done in a day or two, please give me a little more time."

The master glared at him, but finally waved him down without saying anything.

Hu Daren wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, bowed his body into a bend, retreated as if he had been pardoned, and ran to hug Qiao Wuchai in tears of joy, but avoided him because he was disgusted.

He doesn't care at all, now Qiao Wuchai is his savior!

"If you need my help in the future, I, Hu Daren, will definitely help you even if you go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire!" Hu Daren patted his chest and let go of his bold words.

Qiao Wuchai looked at him contemptuously and said, "Only you, I won't need it in my next life." Although he looked contemptuous, his ears were blushing.

Hu Daren laughed, his good buddy had to hook his shoulders, this time Qiao Wuchai didn't dodge.

The master at the other end said something to the prefect, and the prefect patted the gavel and shouted: "Stick blame, fifty!"

The yamen servant trembled and said, "Who is to blame for the rod?"

"Meng Shi did not repent, he was full of nonsense, and he was punished fifty times with a rod!"

Su Jin saw that the magistrate was talking nonsense, and really wanted to go up and beat him up.

The yamen servant immediately took the order and pressed the old woman on the cold ground. After thinking about it, Meng also saw the collusion between the officials and the bandits, so she stopped complaining about her grievances, and just kept crying and cursing them viciously.

Fifty planks must have cost the sickly old woman her life.

Su Jin worriedly watched the old woman's buttocks being hit one by one, the blood slowly stained the rough fabric, and the old woman's cursing became weaker and weaker, so she could only grit her teeth and keep silent. come out.

The magistrate took a sip of the hot tea, and glanced coldly at the audience, and the master hurriedly prepared dessert for him.

Du raised his mean lips and looked at the old woman gloatingly. There was no sympathy in his eyes, but a little arrogance. Du Sheng didn't take a human life seriously, and knelt on the ground and yawned.

Although she knew that they were just some NPCs, Su Jin was still unhappy. Looking at the dying old woman, she was afraid that she would die completely when the next plank went down.

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the cold wind passed through the hall. The guard of honor standing in the yamen was blown to the ground.

If the hat on the official's head falls off, it means ominous.

Before Su Jin rubbed her arms, Yan Xilin took off her coat and put it on him, and bit Su Jin's ear to take advantage.Su Jin ignored him when he was annoyed, and stared at the plot without blinking.

The magistrate's face was pale, and he didn't care about the vision. He hurriedly ran down the hall with his fat body to pick up his black gauze hat, and brought it back to his head in fright. Then he made a move, and stood there with a frightened expression on his face.

The old woman broke out in a cold sweat, raised her head with difficulty and cursed: "Even if you are a ghost, our family will not let you go!"

The cold wind seemed to respond to this sentence, and the flat ground suddenly rose, blowing the tools on the desk to pieces, and the crow flapped its wings and flew up, repeating happily: "I won't let you go, I won't let you go!"

Its voice was really hoarse and unpleasant, as if weeping blood, its human eyes stared straight at the magistrate, as if it wanted to peck those small eyes away.

The magistrate's face was dark, and he stared at his subordinates who were not up to date. He dodged the stick and raised it up to hit him, but he stopped at the highest point. He fell to the ground suddenly, gushing blood drenched all over his body, but their bodies didn't move, they just stood there, and even the expressions on their heads retained the panic they had in life.

Yan Xilin covered Su Jin's eyes, and Su Jin could only hear heart-piercing screams coming from her ears.

Smelling a strong bloody smell from the tip of her nose, Su Jin asked in confusion, "What happened? Why did you blindfold me?"

He was blindfolded just now when he saw the magistrate grabbing the stick, and then screams resounded, as if the scene was in chaos.

Yan Xilin leaned close to his ear and whispered, "It's just some bloody stuff, it's not good, let's go out for a stroll."

Su Jin was about to nod her head when Yan Xilin walked out of the yamen with half an embrace.

The people crowding around in front of the yamen dispersed in a hurry, Yan Xilin let go of his eyes only after the bloody smell from the tip of his nose was blown away by the breeze, Su Jin only had time to look back, seeing blood all over the ground.

"Where are you going now?" Su Jin was pulled forward, and the robe she was wearing was almost squeezed out by the chaotic crowd.

"Go to the station to see if there is any letter." Yan Xilin stopped, turned around and straightened his robes, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Su Jin thought for a while, and happened to be yelling for roast chicken, and said, "Eat roast chicken!"

"No, it's too greasy."

Su Jin turned to look at the peddler carrying candied haws again: "Eat that!"

"Too sweet."

"..." Su Jin said discouragedly: "Then let's drink porridge."

There are still layers of black clouds under the sky, there are few pedestrians on the street, and only hawkers are still insisting on selling on the street every day to earn some change to support their families.

In the small street shop, Su Jin looked at the tongue-burning green vegetable porridge worriedly, holding a spoon and blowing hot air: "Yan Xilin, what kind of existence is the nightmare world?"

Everything feels very real, even the programmed NPCs have to make money to support their families, Su Jin doesn't know how the Nightmare World came into existence, even if it takes another 1000 years, no scientist can explain it clearly.

Ben brought up this matter with the mentality of chatting, and didn't think that Yan Xilin could say something, so he ignored what he said, and it didn't matter, because Yan Xilin was talking too mysteriously.

Yan Xilin said, "It's God's repentance."

Su Jin stopped talking when he had a second stroke, and silently finished the porridge. Seeing that the bowl in front of Yan Xilin hadn't been touched at all, she asked, "Don't you big brothers need to eat?"

"Not only do you not need to eat, but you can also not sleep. You can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon every day. After a long time, you might even become a fairy." Yan Xilin blinked, her long eyelashes flickering.

Su Jin: Yan Xilin's mouth is a deceiving ghost.

Walking out of the porridge shop, an NPC dressed as a handyman ran towards him. The NPC stopped in front of Yan Xilin and told him to go back to rehearse the play.The handyman looked hurried, his eyes dodged, it was definitely not that simple, it seemed that the plot was coming.

Yan Xilin tidied up Su Jin's outer robe carefully, and said, "I'll go there first, come and find me after you go to the station."

"Okay." Seeing Hu Daren and Qiao Wuchai, Su Jin immediately waved her hand.

Yan Xilin smiled slightly, and sneaked a kiss on his face while he was not paying attention, seeing Su Jin's slightly flustered expression, blinked lightly, and followed the NPC away.

Qiao Wucai walked up to Su Jin, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Why are you so red in this cold weather?"

Hu Daren glanced at Yan Xilin's back, and thoughtfully said, "Because there is a moving stove beside me?"

Su Jin didn't bother to talk to them, and talked about the business: "What happened to the county government just now?"

Qiao Wuchai recalled those scenes, his face paled instantly, he hesitated to speak, and finally Hu Daren answered his doubts: "Many government servants died, all of them had their heads severed, and their heads fell off suddenly."

He purposely lowered his voice, the cold wind howled around him, and his simple words gave people a creepy sense of oppression.

Qiao Wuchai couldn't bear it at first, pinched his fat body severely, and said angrily: "Speak as you speak, can you be serious!"

The sound of howling pigs resounded through the sky, and Hu Daren's small eyes were so pitifully tearful that he was pinched, and he said very wronged: "It hurts, hurts, I can be serious, how can I not be serious!"

"It's not serious at all!"

Su Jin felt the pain in her flesh, she turned her eyes away and decided to see the flesh and not the pain.The dark clouds in the sky seem to have pressed down a little more than last night, and the air is getting colder. Even the lush trees on the street have started to wither, yellow and decay. Everything is an ominous sign.

He looked at the sky leisurely and thought, "Should we bring an umbrella? It looks like it's going to rain."

Another hero who escaped the clutches of the devil, Hu Daren patted him on the shoulder and said boldly: "Trust our luck, it won't rain!"

Su Jin glanced at the arrogant little princess Qiao Wuchai, and felt that what she said made sense.

However......

Many people have a question, what will happen when the European emperor and the African chief get together...

So what happens when two African chieftains and a European emperor get together?

It's snowing in the sky...

Qiao Wuchai's eye circles were red again, this was the most unlucky time in his life.

Su Jin and Hu Daren walked behind silently with their heads shrunk, not daring to speak.

After finally reaching the station, they were almost frozen into snowmen. Su Jin shook off the snow and wiped off the robe left by Yan Xilin. For some reason, this loose and soft dress seemed to have a magical function. Can resist some cold, like wearing a down jacket.

But Qiao Wuchai and the others were not so lucky, their lips were frozen blue and purple, shaking like a tetanus attack.

Su Jin asked the boss of the post station to borrow some warm jackets for them to put on, and then asked about the business: "Boss, have you picked up any letters from the Meng family recently?"

The owner of the inn sat behind the counter and counted the accounts in the dim candlelight. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Meng family? Which Meng family? Who are you from the Meng family?"

It seems that if you want to get the letter, you have to answer the correct NPC's questions to trigger the mission props.

Su Jin thought for a while, and said, "It's the Meng family whose daughter just died in Dongshi. I'm their distant relative, and I asked Mother Meng to ask me to get the letter."

The NPC looked him up and down and said, "A distant relative? Since it's far away, why come here?"

Su Jin opened her eyes to speak nonsense, and opened her mouth to speak nonsense: "It's been said that the Meng family just passed away their daughter, so of course we are here for the wedding, ah bah, for the funeral."

The NPC looked disbelieving, and asked again: "Since it was entrusted by someone, is there any token?"

Su Jin became a little impatient, thinking that this NPC had a lot of shit, her eyes wandered around the room, she found a wooden stick and held it in her hand, and under the NPC's wide-eyed and unbelievable gaze, she knocked it down violently .

The NPC is knocked out.

Su Jin threw away the wooden stick, imitating Yan Xilin's appearance before, she actually took out a small handkerchief from the pocket of her coat, wiped her hands and said, "Turn over! Don't let it go anywhere!"

"..." The air was very silent.

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Su Jin: You can't learn what you have learned well, and you can learn what is bad without teaching.