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Chapter 550 Zhang Mingli

The old man held a knife in his hand, as if he was going to dig out Gao Ming's face and brain at the next moment, and insert his own incense into Gao Ming's neck.

"Besides the watchman, are there any other options?" Gao Ming's hand had already touched the butcher's knife. He was really frightened by the old watchman. He was chatting happily one second, but he took out the knife the next. Preparing to dig into his face, even if the change happened quickly, it was still very natural, as if the old watchman was doing it for his own good.

"The blood is boiling like smoke rising into the sky. It cannot be hidden no matter how hard it is hidden, and it will be noticed no matter how hard it is sealed. When the time comes, people in the town want to sacrifice you, and people outside the town want to eat you. Where can you escape to?" The old watchman took another step toward a higher life: "I am getting old, and the time I can stay awake after smelling the incense is getting shorter and shorter. If I fall in the town one day, you will write my memorial tablet. It will be you." Take over from me."

After listening to the old watchman's words, Gao Ming's eyes were complicated. He didn't know what was enshrined in the town's ancestral hall, but he could probably guess who had left so many tablets on the altar table.

“Can’t the watchman’s tablet be placed in the ancestral hall?”

"Why come in? The ancestral hall in the town has long ceased to be an ancestral hall. It is not a place to worship ancestors at all." The old watchman approached with a knife. He really wanted Gao Ming to replace him: "Watchman, first of all, you have to watch the night. Only those with strong yang energy and strong fortune can lift the lantern. You are very suitable. "

Pulling out the butcher's knife with his backhand, Gao Ming stood on the other side of the offering table: "Old sir, I respect you as a person and appreciate your help, but I have other things to do. My friends are waiting for me to rescue them. I'm afraid I can't make a decision until I find them."

Gao Ming's attitude is very tough. He knows too little about this town to dare to choose a certain transformation method easily.

"The butcher's knife? Why did you provoke that madman?" The watchman had no eyes, but the voice coming from his chest and abdomen directly pointed out where the knife in Gao Ming's hand came from. He seemed to be able to directly sense people. Various kinds of Qi in the world, such as the Yang Qi and Blood Qi in Gao Ming's body, the evil Qi in the butcher's knife, and the Yin Qi in Zhenbei Ancestral Hall.

"I have a friend who was turned into a pig." Before Gao Ming finished speaking, the watchman waved his hand.

"It is originally a pig, but it usually wears human skin." After the old watchman finished speaking, he also warned Gao Ming: "In this town, no matter who you meet, you will say this."

After knowing that Gao Ming had provoked the butcher, the watchman was obviously not so enthusiastic. He paced in the house: "At the second watch of Haishi, it will be more dangerous outside. If you don't go out to watch the night, it won't be safe for you to stay here. The butcher said Maybe the altar table will be overturned.”

Putting down the knife in his hand, the voice in the watchman's chest became even older: "I ask you again, if you are willing to be a watchman, I can help you stop the butcher and settle the grievances between you."

It seemed that the decision was not easy for the watchman.

"My friends are still waiting for me."

"Okay." The watchman didn't force him: "It's not safe here. I'll send you to a school in the town."

"School?" Gao Ming did not pass this building when he walked with the watchman just now.

"The town is still calm now, but it will get more troublesome as time goes by. Many things will be on the streets at Haishi, and the town gate may also be opened. You don't have much time." The watchman bowed to the altar table a few more times, and took off a He handed the unlit incense to Gao Ming: "Put it away. If you encounter a disaster that you can't resist, just use your own blood to light it. The stronger the blood, the better the effect of burning the incense."

The watchman was helping Gao Ming, but there seemed to be some selfish motives hidden behind this good intention. He was afraid that Gao Ming would continue to ask questions, so he picked up the lantern and walked out: "The road to the school is not easy to walk, so follow closely."

Haishi is about 21 o'clock to 23 o'clock. At this time, the night is not at its deepest, but Gao Ming already feels faintly uneasy.

The watchman had always taken the main roads in villages and towns before, never going near the small roads. This time, in order to send Gao Ming to school, he walked uncharacteristically along the winding alleys for a long time. "Don't talk nonsense when you get to school. Find a gentleman named Zhang. He is well-educated and gentle. He is different from everyone else in the town." The watchman's words attracted Gao Ming's attention. He should represent the man in Zhemeng Town. Order, what does the person who makes even the watchmen praise him correspond to?

"Are there any good people like you in this town?"

"I can't be a good person." The watchman waved his hands repeatedly. After wearing the new incense, he became much stronger when walking.

Going around here and there, the watchman didn't know what Gao Ming was thinking. He just felt sorry for Gao Ming. Such a good young man had to provoke the butcher.

"arrive."

There were no stars or moon, and the watchman opened a wood door in the darkness. The air in the yard was completely different from that outside, with a faint fragrance of flowers.

There is always the smell of incense in Zhemeng Town, and the smell of burning paper money will stick to your clothes if you stay there for a long time, but this small courtyard is different.

It is surrounded by yellow mud walls and half of the roof tiles are missing. It is simply covered with thatch. The upper beams in the house are not straight and the lower beams are crooked. There are a few rotten wooden chairs and small wooden tables with various pictures carved in the corners.

In the past, there were two main types of schools: Meng schools, which taught children how to read, and scripture schools, which taught adults scientific examinations. The schools in front of Gao Ming were more like rural private schools built by villages, towns and clans.

"I have to do the watch at Haishi. You stay here and come out after the fifth watch at Yinshi." After the watchman delivered Gao Ming, he raised his hand and knocked on a small door next to the school: "Mr. Zhang, I brought it A student is coming?”

After a long time, the sound of wine jars rolling came from the house, the small door was opened a crack, and an unshaven man appeared behind the door.

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He glanced at the watchman, then glanced at Gao Ming, his eyes full of disdain, and said a very strange thing: "You still don't give up? You brought a fool to test me again?"

"Mr. Zhang, his energy and blood are as strong as fire, and he offended the butcher again..."

"I see, the reasons are the same every time. Can't Yongsheng Pharmaceutical play some new tricks?" The man surnamed Zhang opened the door and said to the watchman rudely: "Go away, old man, get off." Don’t ask me to wipe your **** for the first time.”

Frankly speaking, the man in the small courtyard of the school was completely different from the image of the teacher in Gao Ming's impression, but considering that this was in Zhemeng Town, he didn't care so much.

The watchman bowed to the man named Zhang, scolded him a few more times, and then left.

"Knowing that you are going to die, you still come in. You are so stupid." Mr. Zhang held a scripture in his arms and looked at Gao Ming, who was still in a daze: "What do you want to learn here?"

"I want to learn...to kill." Gao Ming's voice was very low. It was estimated that only he could hear it. He paused slightly and stared at the face of the man named Zhang. His mind was filled with the information provided by the players in the taboo game. They asked Gao Ming The person I ordered to help look for was very similar to the man in front of me, and their surname was Zhang: "Teacher, can you tell me your name?"

Leaning against the doorframe, the man said nonchalantly: "Zhang Mingli."

(End of chapter)