imperial psychologist

Chapter 659
Early the next morning, the three leaned against the car and sat together to eat dry food.

After a night of trekking, several people have left Huizhou with the team, and the whole food team has traveled about dozens of miles.

At this moment, the sky was hazy, and the grain transportation team began to change shifts. After breakfast, some people lay down on the grain truck to rest, and some continued to drive to Jiangzhou.

It seems that this road will go to Jiangzhou without stopping.

Bo Ling chewed carefully, for fear that the beard sticking to his mouth would accidentally fall off.

"Why did you answer so bluntly?" Bo Ling asked softly, "What if in the entire bodyguard agency, the one in the inn is not the only one with a scar on his head?"

Li Yiru laughed twice, "I didn't think so much..."

"Where's your 'third uncle'?" Mu Cheng asked beside him, "I haven't seen anyone else all night."

"He said he would come to see us this morning," Li Yiru sighed, "He seems to be on the last train."

Speaking of what happened last night, Li Yiru still feels terrified.

After he successfully revealed the location of the scar on the scarred man's face, the escort temporarily let him go.

After leaving the city smoothly, this third master Hao asked everyone to stand up in line, and then looked at the faces one by one. He picked out all the people in the line who he thought were strange.

This team was formed not long ago, besides Bo Ling and Mu Cheng, there were about [-] or [-] members, and Hao bodyguard looked a little unrecognizable - most of them were recruited by Qin Siye of.

However, this Fourth Master Qin with a scar on his face is lying in the prison of the state capital together with the fat Yamen servant. Bodyguard Hao asked them to find someone to be their guarantor. If they can find them, they will stay. fuck off.

The guarantors of Bai Ling and Mu Cheng were also settled under the arrangement of Li Yiru, the "third uncle".

Mu Cheng thought about what happened last night, and felt that the turn of events was a bit unusual, so he looked at Li Yiru unwillingly, "You don't know each other?"

Li Yiru shook his head, "I don't know."

"I really don't know you?" Mu Cheng asked again.

"real."

"Maybe it's because he recognizes you." Mu Cheng murmured, "Or maybe he's taken a fancy to your money."

"Then I don't know, I've only been here for a few days..." Li Yiru said softly.

"Here we come." Bo Ling looked at a figure not far away, and lightly slapped the boy's arm, "Look, your third uncle."

Both Mu Cheng and Li Yiru raised their heads in response, and sure enough they saw the person who helped the boy out of the siege last night slowly walking over.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling Li Yiru to just sit there without standing up.

Then the middle-aged man found a dry place and sat down in front of the three of them.

Goodbye to the benefactor, Li Yiru wanted to thank him, but saw the other party looking at him with burning eyes.

This look made the three of them feel a little nervous.

"Ben Gong, this is...?"

"Don't call me benefactor," the middle-aged man put his hands into his sleeves and said in a low voice, "I will save you with conditions."

Hearing this sentence, Mu Cheng seemed to be relieved, and he whispered, "Tell me."

"My surname is Xu." The man said softly, "This kid calls me Third Uncle, you can call me Old Xu."

"...Old Xu."

"Well," Old Xu said with no expression on his face, "How did you get in? What are you doing?"

"We..." There were hesitating expressions on the faces of several people.

"Don't lie to me," Old Xu added, "If I find out that one of your words is false, I'll report you right away—hmph, look at me, I have plenty of ways to explain what happened last night, You are different."

Li Yiru opened his mouth first, starting with the three of them going to the inn to recruit soldiers, and roughly summed up the strange encounters of the past two days with Lao Xu.

Bai Ling and Mu Cheng remained silent. It is true that this old Xu did a great favor last night, but when it came to talking about themselves, both of them were a little cautious.

Listening to Li Yiru's honest talk about the past, Bo Ling and Mu Cheng stared at the old Xu's reaction—he didn't look surprised, but sneered a bit.

Before the story was finished, Old Xu waved his hand, "Okay, I'll know everything later."

Li Yiru froze for a moment, "How do you know?"

"So at noon yesterday, the government suddenly posted notices all over the city to arrest you. Because you not only ran out, but also wanted to spoil their good deeds." Old Xu said softly, "The three of you are lucky in life. If you stay in that night In the room, do you know where you will be now?"

Several people shook their heads, but their bodies unconsciously leaned forward.

"Listen well," Old Xu's eyes became serious, "I don't think you look like any villainous people... I saved you, and you have to help me save people."

"Who to save?" Bo Ling asked, "Where to save, how to save?"

As soon as Old Xu was about to speak, the gong started to sound at the front of the line—the morning shift break was over.

"I have to go," Old Xu stood up. "The matter will be discussed tonight. You all find someone to change shifts and work at night."

"Hey." All three nodded.

After Lao Xu left, Bo Ling and Li Yiru wolfed down the little dry food left in their hands, and then returned to their respective grain carts.

Traveling at night is a hard job. After several people offered to change the night shift, the others readily agreed.

……

After walking north for more than a dozen miles, the few people lying on the grain cart to recharge their batteries all faintly noticed some changes.

The wind blowing from the north gradually picked up a strange smell.

Every year after the third crop of rice, straw ash is always burned in the land to fertilize the field, so every autumn, it is not uncommon for the field to be gray for a period of time.

But the smell is a little different.

Some of it is like sulfur, and some of it is like lime, and it is always choking.

When those experienced bodyguards walked on this road, they calmly took out the cloth masks from their clothes, and then took the water bag to wet the cloth masks to cover their mouths and noses.

Unprepared newcomers could barely cover their noses with their sleeves.

After walking in such a gray sky for a while, many people coughed.

The escorts in the front did not intend to let people rest at all, but instead rang the gong several times, repeatedly urging the team behind to go faster.

"The smoke is so burned that people's lungs hurt and they are urged..." the driver scolded, "It's really costing money and not dying!"

"Let's just say a few words," the person on the side advised, "This smoke road seems to be seven or eight miles away. Let's walk faster, and it won't be uncomfortable after wading through."

Bo Ling poked his head out, "Hey, this elder brother has walked this road before?"

The person below raised his head, "Well, let's go."

Bo Ling sighed, "I haven't heard of people talking about the road between Huizhou and Jiangzhou before, and there was such a time of suffering. Has it always been like this here?"

"Anyway, it's been like this for more than ten years." The man said, "You haven't heard of it, it should be that this road is usually not used - this is a straight line from Huizhou to Jiangzhou. I don't know why it was sealed during the Jianxi period. Alright, this time, it is estimated that the Escort has something to do with it and got the right of way."

(End of this chapter)