fake prince

Chapter 197 Satisfaction

According to the Zheng Jiwei system, there are five men in an army, one team for two teams, one team for five teams, one team for five villages, one song for five villages, and one song for three songs.

Qin Mao has a father's shadow, and his official position at this age is only Qu Chang, and he is ranked as a school lieutenant, so he is only called a subordinate, not a junior general.

Qin Mao thought for a while again: "Master Imperial Envoy, Mr. Fang, you saved my life. If I keep hiding it, it will be wrong. This is the evidence I brought out, and I will hand it directly to you, Mr. Imperial Envoy. Please also When I see the emperor, I can help submit it!"

As he spoke, he took out the evidence hidden in his arms and offered it with both hands.

Supervisor Zhao's mouth twitched, he probably didn't expect Qin Fengliang, the son of an old fox, to be such a "naive" person.

He looked Qin Mao up and down, with a flash of fire in his eyes, then turned to look at Su Ziji, and asked, "I don't know how Su Juren thinks about this matter. In your opinion, what should we do in this situation?"

Su Ziji was silent, and he said after a long time: "It's about the overall situation of the Southwest, whether it's true or not, you should go to Beijing as soon as possible."

"What Su Juren said is reasonable. This is a major matter that involves the border. It should be presented to the emperor in Beijing!" Hearing Su Ziji's answer, Superintendent Zhao nodded in satisfaction and said.

Fang Wenshao looked over, surprised in his heart, his expression was obviously joyful, and nephew Su Xian's answer sounded normal, so he was appreciated by the imperial envoy?

He didn't understand, and many people didn't understand. The only one who understood was probably Fang Zhen. Although Qin Fengliang was the commander-in-chief of the third rank, Su Ziji was the son of the crown prince. If he really wanted to press down and let Qian Zhidong kill him, the imperial envoy Will still agree, even the emperor may agree.

Now that Su Ziji has reported to the public to deal with it, the imperial envoy is of course more satisfied.

"Let's go! It's getting late, let's go to the boat to rest first." Seeing Su Ziji looking tired, Supervisor Zhao glanced at Fang Zhen and said.

Fang Zhen answered immediately: "You walked here from the pier, right? We have spare horses here. Let's go back on horseback, and hurry up."

"Let's go, I hope there will be no more accidents in the next journey." Su Ziji was indeed a little tired, took a look, turned and left.

When they left, some individual travelers also thought that there were dead people here, which was bad luck, and they continued on their way while the sky was not completely dark.

The hotel owner, the waiter and others looked at each other, and quickly packed up the soft things, and also went to rest elsewhere, and made plans for tomorrow morning.

After all, the battlefield has just ended here, and if bandits come over again, they may not be able to meet officers and soldiers to rescue them again.

There were also a few people who didn't want to take advantage of the moonlight to rush on their way, seeing that the shops had all withdrawn, they stayed instead.

Although most of the houses were burned down, some houses were still intact, and some things were not taken away. They also became greedy and wanted to take the sheep by hand when they left tomorrow morning.

"It has been 30 years since Dazheng founded the country, and the world has long been at peace. In the past ten years, only this group of bandits came, and they were all killed. I don't believe that there will be another bandit."

"That's right, they are too careful. At this time, they are driving at night, and they don't go to the village or back to the shop. They are prone to danger. They might as well stay. They have firewood and rice grains. They are hungry and can't be hungry. They will eat at that time." Eat enough, sleep again, wake up tomorrow morning and hurry on your way."

The few remaining strong men shouted one after another, and tacitly began to search for their belongings, but at this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of the hotel.

It sniffed lightly, the smell of death and blood still remained.

"It seems that some people died here just now." The pale-faced Sun Buhan sneered hoarsely.

The sound was as piercing as a crow's cry.

And his youthful face also showed a kind of oldness, not because his appearance was getting old, but because of his old life from the inside out, which made people feel frightened when they saw it.

Smiling at this moment gave people an even more eerie and terrifying feeling.

He sniffed lightly again, and sneered: "There are still a few living people, it's my advantage."

"An accident just happened here, and if we kill a few more, it won't attract attention."

That being said, with a single grab, he pulled out a person, ignored the person's screams, bit his neck, and when he sucked blood, the disgust on his face was a little obvious.

"Blood is just to keep the body from being corrupted by death energy."

"What I really drink is the soul."

"It's a pity that eating this kind of food is not as good as wild gods, and the backlash is huge. It's fine if you don't enter the human society. If you enter, you will restrain yourself."

The gloom on Sun Buhan's face became more and more intense, and there was a faint circle of black air. A mummy was thrown away, and it rushed into a room again, and a scream rang out again.

In a quiet night, these sounds are really chilling.

"Monster, monster!" There was a series of screams, and a gust of cold wind hit, making a man who just went to the toilet scream out.

This sound startled the monster, it slowly turned around under the moonlight, although it looked like a boy, but its face was pale and bloody, it was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

The man is not timid, he still has a little courage when encountering officials and bandits. At this moment, seeing monsters cannibalizing people, his liver and gallbladder are torn. Come on eight legs!

There was silence behind him, only the sound of his panting and footsteps, the man suddenly doubted what he saw and heard just now, could it be his hallucination, and couldn't help but look back when he was running.

With just this one glance, he was frightened out of his courage.

The monster, who was less than half a foot behind him, grinned at this moment.

"what!"

"Tsk! It smells like chives again!" After a while, Sun Buhan frowned after throwing the mummified corpse on the ground, feeling more and more unhappy.

There was some blood on the pale and strange face.

He licked his lower lip, feeling that he was still unbearably hungry, had injuries on his body, and needed a lot of energy. It was impossible to solve a big problem just by devouring ordinary people, not dozens or hundreds.

But he didn't dare to really destroy the village to heal his wounds. If he didn't wait for the wounds to get better, or wait for the backlash of human nature, the Taoist priests and Qi practitioners alone might find that they were full of resentment and came to the door.

"Hateful, these grievances have to be resolved, or they will not be able to enter and leave counties casually in the future..."

"No, it's embarrassing that you ended up like this." Just when Sun Buhan was about to leave here to search for the little fox's whereabouts, or to eat another meal, someone chuckled.

Sun Buhan was startled, he had heard this voice before, it seemed to be Cao Yiyan, Liu Zhan's disciple!

Usually, he was fearless when he was in his prime, but now he was injured and dared not face him. In just a split second, his figure retreated into the darkness and his breath disappeared.

"Really, do you want to chase?" A few people flashed out, they just heard the movement from a boat, and one of them asked.

"No, it's not my responsibility to catch up with it." Cao Yiyan looked at the mess below, unmoved, and then sighed: "I only met Su Ziji once, and I didn't have a close relationship with him. Now it seems that it's a pity!"

"After catching up, I didn't expect that the boat this person was on was mixed with the fleet of the imperial envoy. It was unwise at this time, so I had to forget it."

"However, there is no need to rush to meet. I am still a Juren, and I can also take the exam in Beijing, and I will make friends with Su Ziji at that time."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "Let's go back to the boat!"

Several mummified corpses exuding a rotting smell lay quietly in this deserted dilapidated hotel. The night was getting darker and darker.

(End of this chapter)