My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 45 Stage
  I wanted to test a few more words, but suddenly there was movement behind me, and a figure stumbled out.

It's a young man.

Wearing a long muslin gown and a square scarf in her bun, she was obviously pretending to be a scholar. But there was a large piece of dirt on his sleeves, he was staggering around as if he was drunk, and he kept mumbling something.

Yan Congling listened carefully and vaguely caught a few vague words.

He was talking about - silver.

"His three souls and seven souls are no longer complete."

Lou Qixue motioned her to go forward and not waste time, "This kind of thing can't be saved."

Yan Conngling knew clearly. But he still led the horse over and helped the man up.

"What's your name?"

Although the clothes on this scholar's body are dirty and messy, the square towel is still in good condition. Someone should help take care of it. It can be guessed that his home should be nearby, and it is probably the same place where he is going.

It was getting dark, and she was unfamiliar with the environment here. The three souls and seven souls are incomplete, but the body consciousness is still there, which can lead him a way.

The scholar ignored her, just murmuring to himself with distracted eyes.

Yan Conling was not in a hurry. He pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, "Your money has gone home. Go back and get it quickly."

"Silver? Yes! Go home, I want to go home to find the silver!"

The scholar reacted immediately and struggled to dismount.

Yan Conling didn't stop him and just followed behind.

The further inside you go, the heavier the moisture becomes, as if dark clouds are falling gloomily above your head.

As I brushed away the cobwebs in front of me and wondered if the scholar had taken me the wrong way, a sudden drama rang in my ears.

"Heaven and Earth are afraid of bullying, but they turn out to be so smooth!"

Looking up, I saw a bright red stage set up there, with white flags waving on a raised pole. The crowd of onlookers was packed in there, and their black heads looked like insects and ants.

Yan Conling had seen troupes from all over the country, but this was his first time.

The actors wore colorful and exaggerated masks, and their voices were shrill and strange, like jackdaws wailing.

"What's being sung?"

The fox around her neck protected her.

"Dou E is wronged." Yan Conling replied, looking a little unhappy, "But there is no female role."

The high-pitched female voice came from the mouth of the executioner who was holding a guillotine, and he was also carrying a rooster with flapping wings.

The corners of her eyes were twitching, and she was weeping and complaining. Her pitiful and innocent attitude was better than that of many girls.

"Earth, what do you call earth if you don't distinguish between good and bad? Heaven, you are wrong about the virtuous and foolish, and you are in vain for heaven! Alas, you only shed two tears!"

The moment the long and mournful last note fell, a dark wind suddenly rose, blowing white flags like ghosts.

The executioner raised his knife and cut off the chicken's head.

Hot blood splashed all over Yan Conling, and a cold feeling instantly climbed up his spine.

But it disappeared without a trace in an instant, as fast as an illusion.

Those people turned back to look at her, with excitement and fear in their eyes.

One even cried and pointed over, "It's her! It's her who is going to God in the water this time!"

Bright red dripped from the snow-white fur, and the fox showed its sharp claws. Seeing the chicken blood on Yan Conling's head and face, she subconsciously wanted to change back to her human form, but was held down by a hand.

The yellow dog that was standing in front of her and barking desperately was also kicked behind her.

Yan Conling casually wiped his face with his sleeve.

Those people were full of horror, "Sh-shouldn't she be immobilized? Why is she still moving?!"

nonsense.

Otherwise, she is a born spirit just for food?
  "The official is on duty."

The girl's body was stained with blood, but she was not embarrassed or angry. She only slowly took out a waist card.

The unique texture of the metal is somewhat reflective, and on it are the three conspicuous characters of "Demon Suppression Division". Ordinary people have a lot of respect for the government.

As soon as he showed his waist card, he suddenly became quiet.

The actors and an old man with gray temples in the audience looked at each other.

Finally someone stepped forward.

"Sir, we have a rule here."

"Tell me."

The girl's voice was soft, like a spring breeze, not as unapproachable as she had seen at first sight.

He felt a lot relieved, "The play that was sung on the stage just now was not ordered by us, but by the gods! Whoever gets splashed with chicken blood is chosen by the gods! He will be sent to the river to be a golden boy and a beautiful girl, accompanying him God relieves boredom!"

The more the man talked, the more excited he became.

Yan Conngling chuckled, "I have heard the story about He Bo marrying a bride."

"No, no, no, it can't be the same. The story is false, but the gods here are real!" Seeing that she didn't believe it, the man was dissatisfied. He didn't dare to show it due to the identity of the other party, so he tried his best to explain, "Send one person at a time. Go and serve, and something good will happen soon!”

It's a pity that this girl is an official and carries a sword on her back, so she can't be tied up by force.

I can only miss this opportunity to meet him.

Yan Conling frowned slightly.

I noticed that the clothes these people wore were of good quality, and many even wore heavy gold and silver jewelry.

When I walked all the way just now, the world was deserted and overgrown with weeds. It was obvious that no one had picked up the weeds for a long time.

Combined with what Madam He said before, the scholar picked up the money.

The answer is ready to come out.

"When I came here, I saw this man wandering around in the woods. I guessed that he was from here, so I brought him here." The scholar, who cast his eyes squarely on the white flag, pushed forward lightly.

An old woman suddenly ran out of the crowd.

Calling his son, he grabbed someone and left quickly.

Yan Conling didn't care, and just continued to ask, "May I ask where the lady of the He family lives? She is the lady who carried her daughter around to seek medical treatment."

Someone showed her the way.

"Master, are you looking for the He family? Her husband died in a strange way. When he was buried, his whole body was as stiff as if he had just been dug out of the ice. He was obviously burning the stove at home, but he seemed to have frozen to death. "

Yan Conngling paused and asked inadvertently, "Have the gods arrived at that time?"

"No, it was the second night after the He family man died that we dreamed of the immortal..."

Yan Conling did not stop.

The place was not big, so she quickly found Mrs. He's residence according to the instructions.

In the small courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence, a big goose that was drinking water noticed people with its sharp eyes, flapped its wings, raised its neck and screamed.

"Who is it?"

Mrs. He was wiping her hands on her apron and peeking out to take a look. When he saw the girl in green standing in front of the door leading the horse, followed by a dirty big yellow dog, his eyes immediately lit up.

"girl!"

"Quick, quick, sit inside!"

She stepped forward and took her arm, and invited her into the house, "Nanny, hurry up and bring a soft stool to your benefactor sister! Go grab some peanuts and melon seeds and bring them over!"

"Ai."

There was a crisp response in the room, and the little girl with braids ran out.

She held the stool in her arms, her cheeks flushed, and she was a little shy and did not dare to look at her benefactor.

Yan Conling looked at her carefully.

After being separated for such a period of time, the little girl is no longer as dazed as before, and is in a completely different state.

(End of this chapter)