The devil is coming

Chapter 64
"Settling down?"
"Yes, Lord, right next to us in the little tent where the food is stored."
Siniang is a very considerate woman. When she went out this time, she specially prepared a lot of delicious food for Zheng Fan to take with her on the road. Whenever possible, she would pursue the exquisiteness of life as long as conditions allowed.
This is a woman who is interested in applying nail polish even before she is executed.
Zheng Fan nodded.
Siniang knelt down next to Zheng Fan.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and said nothing, because they were just a tent away, and the sloppy man would definitely be able to hear whatever he wanted to hear.
It's so embarrassing,
The other party’s surname is Shatuo.
And Qiqia earned his current rank of school lieutenant by beheading the leader of the Shatuo tribe.
In fact, when the other party said his last name, Zheng Fan was already a little desperate. He once thought that he had reached the point of fighting with a bayonet.
Even though Zheng Fan said his name was "Fan Li" in the end, everyone in the military camp called him Captain Zheng...
Hiding, can you really hide it?
Zheng Fan even suspected that the other party already knew his identity, and also knew that his hands were stained with the blood of Sha Tuo.
Also, is this guy really just joining the team escorting Natsuki Tsuna just to eat and drink?
The destination of this team is the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
Zheng Fan stared at the flickering candle in front of him,
this moment,
He was obviously escorting the birthday party,
Suddenly, I had the illusion that what I was escorting was a nuclear warhead.
"have a rest."
In the end, Zheng Fan only said these three words.
sleep
Wake up,
Everything is normal.
…………
Of course, this is a luxury.
Because when he woke up, Zheng Fan saw the sloppy man sitting in front of his bed.
Siniang was rolling out noodles, and water was boiling in the pot.
Zheng Fan sat up. Seeing this, Si Niang planned to get up and help Zheng Fan wash up.
Zheng Fan shook his head and signaled Si Niang to continue preparing breakfast, while he walked out of the tent with a basin in hand and squatted at the entrance of the tent.
Qing Yan brushed his teeth. At first, after waking up in this world, he was really not used to it, but slowly, his mouth seemed to recognize the taste.
"Gurrrrrrrrrrrr......"
"He~~~~retreat!"
Put the towel in cool water, wet it, and then rub it vigorously on your face.
When two groups of soldiers patrolling the camp passed by, they saluted Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan also nodded to them.
In fact, I was thinking that this group of people might not be enough to support me, so I didn't say anything.
After washing,
Zheng Fan returned to his tent again.
The noodles are ready. The noodles are chewy and the noodles are chewy.
In the time it took Zheng Fan to finish one bowl, the sloppy man had already finished five.
It seems that the living conditions of the barbarians are really poor. Even such a master can't have enough to eat. Look, this kid is so hungry that he is reincarnated like a starving ghost.
Zheng Fan thought jokingly in his heart that he could only be an "inner" strong person now.
After breakfast, the team began to set off again. The sloppy man followed Zheng Fan's suggestion and stayed in a carriage with Zheng Fan's tent and other supplies. Zheng Fan also gave him a set of his own sweatshirts to wear. He wore it too.
With his hair and face covered, he doesn't look so sloppy, and because the sweatshirts Siniang made for Zheng Fan are very expensive, there's no need to worry that the soldiers who were searching on Zheng Fan's orders last night will suspect him. .
After getting back on the road, Zheng Fan rode at the front of the team, and Siniang followed Zheng Fan on horseback.
At this moment, Zheng Fan really had the idea of ​​riding a horse and running away. Even if he lost everything, he could at least protect his own life.
But this idea is not too strong;
Even if Zheng Fan knew that once he was about to run away, Siniang would definitely follow him and run away with him without saying a word.
However, now that I have come to this world, I have seen a different scenery, met a truly terrifying strong man, and I am about to meet the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, the most powerful giant in the north of the world;
It was really a bit reluctant to run away in such a dejected manner.
Perhaps, deep down, I am still restless.
Not to the point where he would die if he heard about it in the morning, but he has a little bourgeois mood of "the world is so big and I want to see it".
Lunch was dry food, and the team did not stop to eat. In this era, most people are still used to two meals a day. Of course, if the family is well-off, it must be three, four or even more meals.
Therefore, the team did not stop and set up camp until night, and everyone buried the pot to make rice.
Zheng Fan returned to his tent again, where a slovenly man in a sweatshirt was already waiting there with a food bowl in his mouth, waiting for the meal.
Dinner was a big stew. During the day, the sentry rider went out to hunt some game and came back. Zheng Fan was naturally given the best piece of meat.
Add some hot pot seasoning, vermicelli and pickles. Although the dishes are not rich, considering the current environment, it is already very good.
The three of them sat around the pot and ate silently.
Zheng Fan finished his meal first, walked out of the tent, and went directly to the carriage containing the Snow Wolf.
After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Fan opened the carriage door and bent down to get in.
Xu Wenzu was chewing deer meat. When he saw Zheng Fan coming in, he just smiled.
Because of his obvious physical appearance, Xu Wenzu basically stayed in the carriage for the past two days, which must have been an uncomfortable feeling.
The red snow wolf was still lying there feebly, looking like he was dying, but he would probably be able to hold on until the gift was delivered tomorrow.
"We'll probably be there tomorrow afternoon. Sir, please be patient for a while."
Originally, with a fast horse, it would only take one day from Hutou City to the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, but because the birthday gang was escorted, the team could not move faster.
Furthermore, the Zhenbei Hou Mansion is not in Tuman City, it is not even in any city.
It's in the wild, it's...in the desert.
A hundred years ago, during the years when the Yan State was fighting with the desert barbarians, Tumancheng was the front line of the Yan State's fight against the barbarians;
But when the first generation Zhenbei Hou was granted the title of guarding the north, he chose to build the Hou Mansion on an oasis far away from Tuman City.
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, adjacent to Hengshui River, a government office was built!
After a hundred years, the Zhenbei Hou lineage turned themselves into a knife, stabbing the desert barbarians in the waist.
"Ah."
Xu Wenzu responded, put down the venison in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said:
"Will I be able to see the lady tomorrow night?"
This is asking Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said:
"Please forgive me for the offence. When I arrive at the Marquis' Mansion tomorrow, I will go see the young lady. If the young lady is busy tomorrow, she may..."
"Well, it doesn't matter. It's Madam's birthday. She must be busy with a lot of things. I'm not in a hurry."
Xu Wenzu was open-minded.
Zheng Fan nodded and continued: "My lord, if you bear with me for one more day, I will enter the Marquis Mansion tomorrow and you won't have to suffer here anymore."
"Haha, it's nice for me to be here. During the day, I can just talk to this beast and I won't feel lonely.
Alas, when we arrive at the Hou Mansion, I want to have another drink with your father, Zheng Chenggong! "
"My father must be very happy."
"Of course, hahaha..."
After a few more meaningless words, Zheng Fan got out of the carriage. While looking up at the bright moon in the sky, he put his hand on the wine bottle on his waist and stroked it gently.
There was wine in the wine bag, and Siniang had poisoned it. The poison was prepared by Xue San when she was at home, and she usually used it on her dagger.
The wine was still not sent out.
Last night, Xu Wenzu ate hot roast chicken;
Tonight, he ate roasted venison, the game that the sentries brought back today.
This shows that in this team, besides himself, there are people taking care of Xu Wenzu, and the status of those who can distribute the venison is not low.
Is it one of Wang Duan's five centurions, or...is it someone else?
Zheng Fan reached out and tapped his forehead. He would be arriving at the Hou Mansion tomorrow afternoon. It would be difficult to maintain his lies and forged identity.
"If you want to kill someone, just kill him."
The sloppy man's voice sounded from behind Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan immediately trembled, and a black light immediately released from his body, but the sloppy man pressed one hand on Zheng Fan's shoulder, and the next moment, the light on Zheng Fan was instantly suppressed.
I am very helpless. I have just entered the first grade. According to the normal routine, there should be constant low-grade minions or low-grade minions running up to me to tease Siniang or ridicule me and then get slapped in the face by me. At the same time, passers-by will People on the sidelines kept marveling.
The dream is very full, the reality is so skinny;
But the sloppy man in front of him was rubbing himself back and forth like a glutinous rice dumpling.
However, Zheng Fan felt a lot more balanced when he thought that Mowan and Si Niang had no room to display their abilities in front of this sloppy man.
Maybe it's because the strength gap between the two sides is too big, or maybe it's a tacit understanding gained over a few meals.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said:
"inconvenient."
It's not that I don't want to kill, but if I take action without being completely sure, trouble is likely to occur.
"Ha ha."
The sloppy man smiled and made no comment.
Zheng Fan saw that he was carrying something on his shoulders and said curiously:
"Are you ready to leave?"
The sloppy man nodded, "Yes."
"I send you off?"
"it is good."
"..." Zheng Fan.
I’m just being polite;
Zheng Fan and the sloppy man walked out of the camp together. Because Zheng Fan came forward, neither the patrol nor the soldiers at the gate of the camp stopped them.
After leaving the camp and reaching a slope, the sloppy man stopped.
Zheng Fan also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that the other party would abduct him.
The sloppy man sat on the floor and opened the package. There were wine glasses, food and some candles inside.
When Zheng Fan saw this, he also sat down.
The sloppy man lit three candles first.
Road:
“There are three types of barbarian sacrifices;
One respects the barbarian gods;
The second is to respect the totem;
The third is to respect the yellow sand. "
As he spoke, the sloppy man grabbed a handful of yellow sand and sprinkled it next to the candle.
Who is this being sacrificed to?
Some food was placed on it.
Then,
The sloppy man faced the candle, spread his hands upward on both sides, and then knelt down, his forehead pressed against the yellow sand that had just been sprinkled on the ground.
When Zheng Fan saw this,
Exhaled,
He also knelt down and kowtowed to the three candles.
Over there, the sloppy man had already stood up. He saw that Zheng Fan was also kowtowing, with a somewhat obscure expression on his face.
asked:
"What are you kowtowing to?"
Zheng Fan didn't think it was a big deal and replied:
"The customs and customs in our place are that when you see a futon or an altar table, no matter what god or Buddha it is, whether you know it or not, you all kowtow. If you think about it, it doesn't hurt to use your head anyway."
It has become very common for later generations of tourists to visit a city and go to the church to pray in the morning, go to the temple to burn incense in the afternoon, and go to the Taoist temple to ask for fortune-telling in the evening.
The sloppy man smiled, nodded, and said, "It's not a loss."
Then,
The sloppy man reached out, picked up the food he had just placed, and started eating.
"Hey, are you hungry?"
It's obvious that we just had dinner not long ago.
The sloppy man nodded.
"No matter how hungry you are, you have to wait to eat the tribute. We can eat after the person you are offering comes to enjoy it first."
The sloppy man did not stop his movements and continued to eat happily. When he had eaten a piece of meat, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater.
Road:
"He won't mind."
"I don't mind, but who are you paying homage to?"
"Myself."
(End of this chapter)