The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

Zhang Lan blinked vigorously, and gradually got used to the dim light.She was taken to a dark and damp dungeon, the ground was muddy and dirty, surrounded by rotten iron pillars covered with moss, forming cells.

The fishy-smelling liquid crawled over the top beam stickily, and dripped onto the ground, splashing a piece of damp.

"Uh-uh-"

A hoarse roar made Zhang Lan tremble in fright. She tightly gathered her mother's clothes and looked at the crooked figure curled up in the darkness, trembling all over.

The figure stretched out its hand and held it on the iron pillar. The hand was frighteningly skinny, as if the bones were covered with shriveled skin.He was grunting something in his throat, and the laughter that leaked out was yin and yang, cold and penetrating.

Sang Jin patted her on the back and said softly, "Don't look."

After finishing speaking, she pulled Zhang Lan up.There are cells on the left and right sides, and the two walked quickly along the aisle in the middle,

Zhang Lan was dragged forward by her, her eyes were filled with misty light, and there was a cat-like cry in her voice:

"Mom...Mum, I'm so scared, shall we go back?"

"I beg you..."

Sang Jin didn't intend to stop at all, she just tightened her daughter's hand and said softly, "Lan'er hold on, she'll be here soon."

Zhang Lan just felt that her mother was being unreasonable, a burst of grievance welled up in her heart, and she nodded with tears in her eyes.

Although it was only a short distance, Zhang Lan felt as if she had walked for several hours.Looking at the detainees in the cell not far away, she suddenly let go of Sang Jin's hand, and rushed forward:

"Daddy!!"

The figure curled up in the cell suddenly froze, and raised his head from the pile of blackened firewood.He looked at the immature face that was already full of tears while holding the fence, and said in disbelief, "Zi Lan?"

"Father, why are you locked up here? What happened?" Her voice was anxious and frightened, she looked at the other party's robe that had been cut into countless rips, and seemed to see solidified black bloodstains through the gaps.

"No...it's fine."

Zhang Heng coughed, moved slowly to the front of the cell, patted his daughter's hand comfortingly, and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Lan shook her head, crying until she couldn't speak.

Sang Jin didn't care about the dirtiness of the ground, she bent down and knelt on the ground, embraced Zhang Lan in her arms, and said:

"Hangro."

Covering Zhang Heng's five fingers with warm palms, Sang Jin said:

"Come with me, okay?"

Zhang Heng looked at his wife, who had been with him for decades, she was still quaint and dignified, and her star-like eyes looked at him warmly and moistly, as if they had sunk slowly, forming a deep lakeside.

"If we hadn't stepped into this troubled world, we should have lived in the mountains and forests for a simple meal."

The shimmering light caressed the branches and leaves, dangling and falling on the brows.The scholar looked at the girl who was lazily leaning on the tree with a face like Shunhua like a fairy, and her face turned red instantly.

"Lan'er can grow up in peace, and we can stay together forever."

The scholar flushed with excitement, and carefully hugged the infant in his arms, as if he was holding the only treasure in the world.

"Heng Lang, have you...have you ever regretted it?"

She thought that if he regretted it, he would definitely be willing to leave with her.She is respected as a fairy, and it can only be said that it is easy to break through this small prison.As long as you plan your schedule well, bring your daughter with you, and pack your money, then there will be no worries at all.

The sky is big and the earth is big, all over the world, where is there no place for them?When the time comes, find a secluded small place and spend your life quietly like this——

"Never regretted it."

Sang Jin's fingertips trembled slightly.

Zhang Heng sighed, and said: "Twelve years in the cold window, with all my sincerity and devotion, I have only one wish."

Word by word, overflowing from the hoarse and dry throat, mixed with gurgling hot blood, ignited the pale bones together.

"I hope that the sages and virtuous people will be prosperous in Wufu, and the people will be prosperous, and there will be no police barking dogs, and no fighting battles."

"Only such a foolish thought, death is not a pity."

Zhang Heng closed his eyes.When she opened it again, Zhang Lan's teary eyes were blurred, and she saw——

The peaceful and prosperous age of Haiyan and Heqing.

The noise, cursing and complaining quietly dissipated, and the dungeon was extremely quiet for a while, as if everyone was holding their breath to listen quietly, listening to his hoarse voice and rambling.

"Sang Jin, you are a good girl."

He looked at his wife with affectionate eyes, like the winter morning sun: "After I die, you can take Zilan to find a good family and remarry."

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"good very good."

"What a noble and proud man, what a shameful death, do you really think that kneeling down and admonishing and dying in prison will make that 'Ming Jun' suddenly enlightened?" Sang Jin sternly said,

"Stay on your laurels, be foolish!"

"I failed you, Ajin." Zhang Heng said with difficulty while clutching his aching abdomen, "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely live up to it..."

Sang Jin stood up abruptly, dragging Zhang Lan to stand up with her, "Let's go."

afterlife?There won't be any.

There is no woman named Sang Jin in the world, and there is no A Jin who can call you husband——Qin Zhi is right, you are a stranger in a different way, what extravagant hope can you have?

She was very strong, Zhang Lan staggered and dragged her back, "I won't go! I won't go!"

"Where are you going, are you going to abandon daddy?" Zhang Lan shouted at the top of her voice, holding on to the fence and refusing to leave.She shook her head desperately, her long bundled hair was scattered and stuck to her cheeks.

"Why stay here?" Sang Jin walked without looking back, her laughter mixed with faint tears, "Your father asked us to remarry. Heh, remarry..."

Zhang Lan wanted to shout something, but the wind suddenly poured into her mouth, she coughed out of breath, and by the time she realized it, she had already returned to the deserted courtyard.

Sang Jin let go of her hand, allowing Zhang Lan to slump on the ground with a plop.

Zhang Lan sniffed and watched as Sang Jin opened the door and entered the room.She slowly got up and followed into the house.

Sang Jin took a bundle and was looking around for things.She opened all the cabinets without looking carefully, and stuffed things into the baggage recklessly.

She moved too much, and took down a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstones from the desk, and smashed a lot of them on the ground.

The sound of shattering was in my ears, but Sang Jin didn't seem to hear it, as if what was broken was just something worthless.

Zhang Lan stood at the door, neither crying nor shouting, and said timidly, "Mother?"

Sang Jin paused, suddenly waking up from a dream.She put down the burden in her hands, came to Zhang Lan, stroked the broken hair on her face, and smiled reluctantly:

"Lan'er, how about going with mother?" Sang Jin couldn't bear it any longer, and pulled her daughter into her arms, her voice choked up, "Mother will take you away, let's go back to Yashan..."

The wind was rustling outside the house, a lone jackdaw landed on a dry branch, and called twice "hoarsely".

Zhang Lan didn't know what to say, so she nodded feebly.

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As the candlelight faded, both of them had a sleepless night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Lan sat on the stone steps with the small bundle she had arranged and waited for Sang Jin to come out.She looked at the dark sky in a daze, and suddenly felt that she was alone in the vast world, very lonely.

Sang Jin opened the door and came out, and saw her daughter sitting on the stone steps, holding a bulging package in her arms, nodding her head, looking sleepy.

"Lan'er," Sang Jin took Zhang Lan's hand, "let's go."

The two walked out of Zhang's mansion, and the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them. Zhang Lan looked back at the "Zhang's mansion" plaque, and suddenly said, "Mother, can we take that with us?"

Sang Jin turned her head and saw the powerful word "Zhang Fu". She nodded and drew a line in the air with her long and slender fingers, and the plaque fell to the ground as if losing strength, and the edge was smashed to pieces.

Sang Jin stood still, Zhang Lan rushed forward and carefully peeled off the paper stuck to the wooden board.She rolled the inscription into a small tube, put it in her arms and hugged it tightly.

Sang Jin didn't prepare a carriage, and the two wandered the street for a while, bewildered and without knowing their purpose.

Not long after, Sang Jin suddenly leaned over and asked, "Lan'er, do you know where the general's mansion is? Mother will take you to find General Yu'an?"

"General?" Zhang Lan was a little puzzled, but she nodded obediently.She glanced at the surrounding scenery, and pulled Sang Jin to walk in one direction.

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Jiang Yanqiu was sitting under a tree drinking.

The wine is sweet and tangy, but there is only endless bitterness left in the mouth.She didn't seem to be aware of it, and she poured all her thoughts into her intestines with the devastated eyes and the cold wind.

The tight heavy wooden door was suddenly pushed open a thin crack, and a guard in armor flashed in sideways.Jiang Yanqiu sneered, raised the red-tasseled gun with his feet and held it in his hand, turned over and threw the long gun straight at the door.

The head of the Fenghan Spear came whistling, pierced into the wooden door for more than a few inches, and was still trembling slightly, frightening the guard.

"What? After many days of confinement, I finally feel that I, the general, is of some use?" Jiang Yanqiu looked at the door with raised eyebrows, and said coldly:

"It's the end of the battle, what else can we fight?"

The guard didn't say a word, he turned sideways and let the two behind him walk in.

The woman who came in flinched, looking terrified.She had drooping eyebrows, dressed in shabby plain clothes, and was holding a delicate little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth in her right hand.

The little girl was holding a bundle in her arms, and her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Yanqiu, but the light passed in a flash, and soon dimmed.

After the guards sent the two of them in, they quickly went out, unwilling to stay for a quarter of an hour. With a bang, the door was tightly closed.

Jiang Yanqiu put the wine bowl in his hand on the table in disbelief, hurriedly stood up and went forward, saying, "Madam Zhang, why are you here?"

Sang Jin sighed softly, put away the shyness she had made before, and led her daughter inside.

The little girl saw her and called out "General".

Sang Jin held her daughter's hand and said softly, "I'll bring Lan'er here, and I hope you can take care of her, General."

"Of course it doesn't matter," Jiang Yanqiu replied, but his eyes hesitated slightly, "It's just that my general's mansion is now firmly trapped, and I am also in a prison, I'm afraid—"

Sang Jin shook her head and said: "General, it won't be long, I will come back soon and take Lan'er away."

Jiang Yanqiu finally swallowed the words in his throat and said, "Okay."

Sang Jin bent down, rubbed her daughter's head, and said softly, "Zi Lan, why don't you go find something to play in the house?"

"—Promise mother, don't come out."

Zhang Lan nodded obediently, ran into the room and closed the door.Sang Jin looked at Jiang Yanqiu and said slowly:

"General, today is Heng Lang's execution day."