Chapter 45 Shen Hansheng returns from Gao Laozhuang
The west gate of Yanliang Town.
No one noticed when the carriage appeared on the official road. From time to time, weak coughs could be heard inside, and passers-by avoided it.
In a moment, the carriage was blocked by a large number of government officials.
Zhu Yihong and Li Shun checked the sudden carriage. For some reason, it reminded them of the scapegoat they had encountered in the Soul Evocation Case.
The carriage was full of resentment, but there was no sign of wheels rolling along the road.
The town of Yanliang seems to have arrived out of thin air.
Li Shun carefully opened the curtain and saw a skinny man whose consciousness was blurred and unconscious.
"Li Shun, what's going on? Is it related to...the soul summoning case?"
The figure of the nine-eared demon flashed in Zhu Yihong's mind, and his face turned pale.
Li Shun shook his head and said: "It probably didn't come from the scapegoat, but the resentment of the man inside has been in his body for a long time, and I'm afraid he won't survive for a few days."
"Well, I was overly worried."
The soul summoning case has been over for more than half a month, but for Zhu Yihong and the others, the terror brought by the nine-eared demon is still vivid in their minds.
In addition, there are frequent disasters in Gaojia Town, so they will inevitably feel nervous.
Zhu Yihong noticed the sign of Shen's pawnshop on the carriage and guessed that the dying man might be the shopkeeper, so he asked Mr. Hong to inform Shen Lian.
Hong Baotou had just left not long ago.
The surrounding government officials separated, and a middle-aged Jin Wuwei with a stern expression stepped forward, followed by the county magistrate of Yanliang Town.
“I’ve met Master Baihu.”
Zhu Yihong and the two bowed their heads respectfully.
The name of the hundred households is Yang Weichang, who was temporarily transferred to Yanliang Town not long ago.
His peculiarity is concentrated on the top of his head, where a branch similar to an almond tree grows, just like spring vegetation, with little buds sprouting out.
Yang Weichang glanced at Shen Hansheng and said coldly: "There are so many things going on in Yanliang Town. Any ghosts or ghosts must be reported to the Yamen."
Zhu Yihong did not dare to say anything.
Yang Weichang continued: "Monsters attack and kill mortals every day. If you can't take care of it, you can ignore it and let the government officials know more about it."
The county magistrate's expression was ugly and he couldn't help wiping it. Sweat on forehead.
Yang Weichang's inner strength surged, and his words were slightly threatening, "Now the Jinwu Guards are in urgent need of the fish demon's gallbladder as medicine in Gaojia Town. You should focus on the arrangements to lure the fish demon."
"As for the thousand-year-old demon, let's leave it for now. Leave it alone."
The county magistrate interjected flatteringly: "Master Yang has used various methods to search, but he has not detected the slightest breath of the thousand-year demon."
"The thousand-year demon is likely to come from salt. In the Mine Mountains, I just smelled the resentment of ghosts and came to the town to have a feast."
"But..."
Zhu Yihong frowned slightly.
Jinwuwei sent Yang Weichang to serve the Millennium Demon, but the latter not only didn't care, but also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.
Zhu Yihong heard that many thousands of families have rushed to Gao Laozhuang. The resources of Jinwu Guard must be tilted. How can there be a shortage of fish demon gallbladders.
The county magistrate interrupted directly: "But what, Zhu Yihong, have you ever seen a thousand-year-old demon transform into a human being?"
Yang Weichang ignored the county magistrate.
In the Tang Dynasty, the ordinary Jinwu guards were called "Shi Hu", who could meet officials without kneeling, and then moved to "Hundred Houses" like Yang Weichang, whose position could bypass the prefecture, county magistrate and yamen.
It is difficult to reach the people in [Thousand Households] and [Ten Thousand Households] further up.
"Master Baihu, in the carriage should be the owner of the Shen family's pawnshop who disappeared years ago. I'll ask them to take the carriage back."
Zhu Yihong pointed to the city gate, and Shen Lian took the When Ding Zheng came in a hurry.
"If resentment enters the body, it will lead to death. It is better to bury him on the spot." The county magistrate waved his hand in disgust.
Zhu Yihong was a little surprised to see Shen Lian's strong energy and blood. After all, the latter had just entered the martial arts foundation two or three months ago.
Yang Weichang looked at Zhu Yihong and didn't understand why the latter was surprised.
Zhu Yihong quickly explained: "Master Baihu, Shen Lian's martial arts talent is outstanding, and his cultivation has made great progress recently." She did not fully explain what she was saying. Shen Lian had made great progress, and it was completed in half a year. The path of an ordinary warrior for more than ten years has never been seen before.
Yang Weichang disagreed, "Martial arts is ultimately useless, a useless thing to deceive oneself and others."
"What your Excellency said is absolutely true."
Even if a warrior reaches the Five Innate Realms, his lifespan is only one hundred and fifty years, which cannot be compared with the three hundred years of internal strength.
Not to mention, warriors have no power to fight back against monsters.
Shen Lian came to the carriage and recognized the man in the carriage at a glance as Shen Hansheng, and the resentment in the latter's body was not optimistic.
“Today is indeed the thirty-ninth day of the new year.”
Shen Lian realized that the cheap dad might have encountered a demon in Gaojia Town, so the letter contained resentment, and his discernment may have saved Shen Hansheng's life.
He still remembers the identification information revealed in the letter.
[Shen Hansheng’s family letter]
[Written by Shen Hansheng, the ink and paper were taken from the shop No. 13, Yongcui Street, Gaojia Town, expressing Shen Hansheng’s thoughts of returning home. 】
“It’s my father, Shen Hansheng, that’s right.”
Zhu Yihong nodded and said, "Where did Shen Hansheng go some time ago?"
"The pawn business often requires traveling to and from Gaojia Town. My father has been staying in Gaojia Town since a year ago and has never come back."
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"Gaojiazhen...no wonder."
Zhu Yihong said pitifully: "The erosion of resentment is difficult to eradicate. Shen Lian, please prepare your funeral in advance. The body must be cremated as soon as possible."
Shen Lian agreed verbally, but in reality he just reached out and used his subtle eyes.
What resentment corrodes?
It’s not enough for me, the Demon Exorcist of Yanliang Town.
"I won't disturb you, little man. Let's take a step forward."
Shen Lian greeted Dang Ding to push the carriage and quickly disappeared at the west gate.
Yang Weichang stared at the carriage as it disappeared into the busy street, as if remembering something, he asked: "Is their home a pawn shop?"
"It's a pawn shop, run by three generations."
Yang Weichang licked his lips and couldn't help but think of a strange thing in Gao Laozhuang.
Gao Laozhuang is a ruins dating back thousands of years. The streets and alleys inside are still the same, and are inhabited by demons with profound knowledge.
It can be said that the demons causing trouble in nearby towns all come from Gaolaozhuang.
Yang Weichang clearly remembered that there was Yongcui Street in Gaolaozhuang, and every shop in it had weird and inexplicable taboos.
A total of…fifteen shops.
But around the Chinese New Year, a new store appeared inexplicably on Yongcui Street.
The signboard of the new store is blurry, and you can barely tell it is a pawn shop. The doors and windows are closed, and no one has broken into it yet.
Although Yang Weichang didn't think that a dying pawnshop owner would be related to Gao Laozhuang, he still couldn't help but feel a little interested.
“Zhu Yihong, their pawn shop is in Xicheng District?”
"Yes."
Zhu Yihong replied hesitantly: "He Feng Street, Xicheng District."
"Oh, I got it."
A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Weichang's mouth, Smoke drifted from the almond branches overhead.
Zhu Yihong secretly said that it was bad, Yang Weichang was notoriously difficult to deal with, so he had to be careful next time to avoid getting into trouble.
But they didn't notice it.
On the city wall, stood a myna shaking its head.
(End of this chapter)