The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 283
Three nights.

Three watch days.

Zhao Kong, the chief arrester of Yelang City, was lying on the bed.

I don't know when the wind picked up outside, blowing the windows and screaming.

Although Zhao Kong was lying on the bed, his mind was still in the yard. He didn't know what major event would happen in the yard, let alone why the fortune teller had to tell him not to go out.

People are always wonderful, the more things they are not allowed to do, the more they want to do them.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the house, it was a dull voice, not loud, but Zhao Kong could still hear that it was a woman talking, it was his wife talking!

What is she saying?Are you thanking the old man?
No, her breath is not stable, even if the wind howls her voice, you can still clearly hear her choking...

Seems to be crying?
Her cries were touching.

Zhao Kong thought of his wife who likes to read books. She always likes to read some small miscellaneous books. They are romantic novels written by speculative literati when they are drunk. Some of them are about the love between men and women. It's a sad and beautiful love story where two people live together and fly together to save the medicine.

Stories like this can always earn her tears, and whenever she is deeply in love, she always leans on herself and cries how pitiful the women in those stories are.

At that time she was the most touching.

Zhao Kong scratched his crotch.

Suddenly, the voice outside changed from crying to laughing.

It's laughing.

But not long after, I cried again.

The crying this time did not make Zhao Kong feel comfortable and tender again, but shuddered. This kind of laughter is very penetrating in this cold night.

Zhao Kong gripped the quilt tightly and covered it over his body.

Perhaps he knows the unwritten rules of the underworld, and ghosts cannot attack people under the blanket.

Of course, this is also a good wish.

The voice outside stopped for some reason, Zhao Kong lifted the quilt and got off the bed, timidly leaning against the door panel.

Silent.

Only the howling of the wind.

woo woo woo...

woo woo woo...

wrong!

This is not the sound of the wind!
Door panels and windows have long since shaken!

It's not rumors!
Zhao Kong raised his head suddenly!

You can see that vague outline by the moonlight!

It was a woman with disheveled hair, and that woman was crying in a low voice!
woo woo woo...

woo woo woo...

Zhao Kong was stunned!
The woman is at the door, less than a step away!
That's my wife!
what happened to herHasn't he been healed by the fortune teller?No... who the hell is the fortune teller?Could it be that he was deceived?That old man cheated himself of 100 taels of silver, and also cheated his wife?

No!

He must not let this happen!
But when he put his hand on the bolt, his face became sad again.

What if the old gentleman didn't lie to me?

Zhao Kong was thinking, what if my wife is possessed by a ghost?

Just when thinking.

suddenly!

A bloodstain splashed directly outside his door.

Scarlet blood!

Killed?

who is it!

Who killed whom?

lady!

my wife!

Zhao Kong couldn't hold back anymore and pushed the door open.

This push.

A cloud of black smoke rushed in front of Zhao Kong, and the black smoke finally whimpered, "I knew it! Hahaha! I knew it! Old thief, you can't do anything to me!"

After all, the black smoke poured directly into Zhao Kong's body.

"Husband!" Madam Zhao, who was lying limp on the ground, exclaimed, "Husband! Let go of my husband!"

Zhao Kong seemed to be a different person at this time, he looked at the people in front of him viciously, and the tone of his mouth was also different, "Old thief! Now you can do nothing to me!"

The old fortune-teller stood in the courtyard, held three talisman papers, and shook his head helplessly, "This kid, go out to seek death."

"Don't... save him! Old man! I... I can give you all the money in my family, you save my husband!" Mrs. Zhao knelt on the ground and crawled in front of the fortune-teller.

Zheng Nian and Zheng Xiaodie are at the back.

Zheng Nian stood on the ground, Zheng Xiaodie sat on Zheng Nian's neck wearing that white cloak, tilted her head and said, "Father, if you teach me, you will definitely go to save this person. But my own thoughts , but won’t help.”

"Why?" Zheng Nian asked.

"Because he deserves it." Zheng Xiaodie snorted, "This old man may be good at divination, but his cultivation level is very average. Now I can only see his Taoism that is less than the seventh rank."

"This old man is not a Taoist at all, he has a seventh-grade Taoism, which is already very strong." Zheng Nian laughed.

"Then what is he practicing? Could it be martial arts?" Zheng Xiaodie said contemptuously.

"Sword." Zheng Qingnian said, "The three-inch cocoon in the tiger's mouth is what a weapon is made of. The end of the wrist is full, which is a one-handed weapon. Although the Daoxiu on him can't see anything, but people who learn swords always have a sense of it. A demeanor that no one else can tell."

"Then this old man's swordsmanship should not be very good." Zheng Xiaodie said, and then thought for a moment, "Even if he is good, he is not a good person, he is not trustworthy, speculative and slippery."

Zheng Nian just smiled and continued to look.

At this time, Zhao Kong's complexion changed drastically, and he strode up to the old fortune-teller.

The old fortune-teller held amulets in both hands, put his head on his head, and silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and then a golden light flashed, and he went straight to Zhao Kong.

Zhao Kong snorted coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, and then he grabbed his hand and tore up the two talisman papers.

"What a powerful monster!" Seeing this, Zheng Xiaodie couldn't help shouting.

Tearing the talisman with bare hands is a monster with its own cultivation, but now it breaks the double curse with both hands, which has already surpassed Taoism, and the old fortune-teller is no match.

I saw that Zhao Kong took advantage of the situation and bit the old fortune-teller's neck with one bite.

The old fortune-teller was shocked, and wanted to reach out to grab the mahogany sword, but held back.

"If you don't hold the sword, you will die!" Zheng Xiaodie shouted, "Let me see if your swordsmanship is good!"

"Aren't you the one who hates treachery the most?" the old fortune-teller shouted, "I once promised one person that I would never use a sword again in this life!"

"A hero is a hero who keeps his word, so you are going to die now! Why don't you use it?" Zheng Xiaodie played with taste.

"Not until death!" shouted the old fortune-teller.

"Okay!" Zheng Xiaodie said, "Then you go to hell! Brother monster, kill him!"

Zhao Kong took a deep breath, and actually sucked the fortune-teller's breath out. The old man's face turned black, his lips were blue, and he fell tremblingly to the ground, and immediately started to get lucky.

"Hahahaha! If you break your temper, you will want your Yang Yuan!" Zhao Kong took advantage of the opportunity to come to the fortune-teller and pressed on the old man's head.

The moment Zheng Nian put his left hand on the mace, he suddenly heard a cry from the eaves.

cat?
Zheng Nian shook his head and saw that it was an orange-white cat with orange hair on his lips, like a mustache.

The orange cat meowed, and Zhao Kong looked at it, screaming like an animal seeing its natural enemy.

The orange cat jumped up and came straight, Zhao Kong dodged to dodge, but he didn't expect the orange cat to move very quickly, turned around and lay on top of Zhao Kong's head, and then went down with a mouthful of teeth. on his neck.

"Ah! I... ah! You... ah, but..." Zhao Kong's bright eyes suddenly went blank, and black air gushed out from his mouth, heading straight for the orange cat's mouth.

Zheng Nian narrowed his eyes, "This cat... I seem to have seen it somewhere."

(End of this chapter)