Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 178 178: Chaos in Xiaocheng (18) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

  Different from the previous Xiaocheng where singing and dancing was peaceful and luxurious, the current Xiaocheng seems to have a somewhat chaotic appearance. Every house is closed, and there are only a few pitiful lights in the whole city.

  The entire city was silent, except for sporadic insects and the metal sounds of armor joints colliding. Gong Shuwu followed behind Chu Yao, and the two rushed straight to the butcher's house. There were no people in the bustling night market, and the stalls were scattered on the side of the road, which was desolate.

   Rao is as cold as Gong Shuwu, and he can't help but sigh with emotion.

   This is war.

  Even if the enemy hasn't really entered yet.

  However, quietness does not mean that the city is "dead". Dirty things happen all the time in the invisible dark corners, such as robbery and murder. In the alley leading to the butcher's house, there were two dead bodies, their body temperature not completely dissipated.

  Gong Shuwu stepped on the blood pool formed by the blood of the two corpses, leaving **** footprints on the muddy and smelly road.

  He said: "Oh, it's too late."

   It would be nice if it could be earlier.

   Maybe the old and the young on the ground can save their lives.

  Chu Yao's expression was calm, and he said blankly: "It's useless to come early. It's a good thing to see the King of Hades earlier."

   These two should be beggar grandchildren who live by begging nearby.

  When the rebels didn’t come, they were still starving and skinny, but under the background of the rebels attacking the city, the ordinary people themselves were in danger, let alone showing their kindness to help them.

  An extra day to live is just an extra day to suffer.

  Gong Shuwu sighed softly when he heard the words, and agreed in his heart.

  It’s obviously absurd, but it’s perfect for the moment.

  You can see how the world is...

  No one spoke for the rest of the way.

  Chu Yao is familiar with the way to the butcher's house, and he feels bad when he gets close. As a "rich family" among the nearby people, the butcher's house is more neat and tidy than the neighbors.

  His wife and parents are hard-working and clean people. There is never any garbage piled up in front of the door. Anyone who pours dirty water in front of his house will be pointed at his nose and scolded for a long time. At this time, there was a mess in front of the door, and an unspeakable stench wafted in the air.

  The wooden door that had to be washed every now and then was split in half by some sharp weapon. Chu Yao stretched out his hand and pushed, and the wreckage of the wooden door was scattered on the ground with a bang. A string of long-dried blood stretched along the gate to the house, and one end of the hemp rope used to dry clothes in the yard was broken.

  Chu Yao's heart skipped a beat.

   Changed from walking to walking quickly.

   Gong Shuwu also hurriedly followed.

  The same thought flashed through the two of them—

problem occurs!

  The butcher's house has four rooms in total.

  It's not big, you can search it in a while. Except for the messy furniture, there is not much left, and there are no living people. If there wasn't the stream of blood outside the house, they could still comfort themselves. The butcher's family had packed their bags and fled after receiving the news.

but-

  Gong Shuwu looked at Chu Yao's back and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to comfort Chu Yao, but he swallowed the words when they reached his mouth. It's useless to say anything now.

   Losing two students at once, even if they haven't been together for a long time, how can Chu Yao, as a teacher, feel better?

   The atmosphere was almost frozen, making people breathless.

   "Oh, sorry..." Gongshu Wudao.

  Chu Yao's cheeks tightened, holding back his anger.

   "Why are you sad?"

  If an accident happened, would the murderer kindly collect the body for the butcher's family? That puddle of blood could also be from an animal...

all in all-

   Live to see people, die to see corpses.

  Chu Yao's hands hidden in the sleeves were slightly clenched into fists, and the nails that hadn't been trimmed for a while grew out a lot, leaving a crescent moon mark on the palm of the hand. Saying so, but the ominous premonition is getting stronger.

  He said: "Try to find someone before the rebels break in."

  If the rebels come in, it will be tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, and the hope is slim.

   Gongshu Wudao: "Then go to some nearby houses to see."

  Whether you escaped or were killed, you can always find out something. Just as Chu Yao was about to nod, the two of them heard a very soft sound at the tip of their ears - rustling, rustling, like scratching a wooden door with their fingernails. They looked at each other and searched for the sound.

  The movement came from the corner of the woodshed.

  They moved away the piled up debris, and finally found the source of the sound in the cracks, a dirty, lumpy thing.

  In the dark night, his eyes glowed strangely.

   Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a cat.

   Chu Yao recognized it at a glance.

   "Vegetarian!"

   He lowered his voice.

   Xu heard a familiar name, the cat meowed weakly, and obediently let Chu Yao carry it out. This kitten is a vegetarian merchant, and Qishan is worried that there will be changes in the robbery of the tax bank. He is worried about staying in the bandit village, and he is afraid of making trouble with him...

   Coincidentally, Lin Feng quite liked it.

  So Lin Feng was asked to take care of Su Shang instead of him temporarily.

  As soon as Su Shang arrived in Chu Yao's hands, he couldn't wait to lick his fingers and palms, and let out an aggrieved and weak meow.

  The cat held in the palm of the hand by Qishan, the excrement shoveler, is more clingy, coquettish, and not afraid of life compared to other raccoon slaves.

  Chu Yao: "..."

  It was because he didn't like cats that he didn't know how to raise, but he was still softened by the shouting of the vegetable merchant, so he poured some water for it, softened the dry food and handed it to eat.

  Gong Shuwu also recognized that this is the precious cat raised by Qishan, and said: "It is also a good sign to find this little guy..."

  Chu Yao absent-mindedly hummed.

  However, that's all the good news.

  They found that the neighbors nearby were in the same situation as the butcher's house. Some houses had blood stains, some were clean, and some had signs of scuffling and fighting. They couldn't find out if they wanted to.

   Expand the search scope again.

  I only found two gangsters who committed crimes in the alley. The territory of these two gangsters was on the other side of Xiaocheng, so I don't know the surrounding situation.

   Seeing that there was nothing to ask, Chu Yao winked at Gong Shuwu, who understood and exerted force with his fingers.

   Only a short whimper was heard, and the neck of the corpse fell limply to the ground at a twisted angle, without a sound.

   "How can this be good..."

   There was still no clue until midnight.

  Being at a loss, Gong Shuwu noticed that there was a little more orange red in the sky above the city gate, but after a while, the orange red slowly expanded, bloomed, and became more and more prosperous.

   Faintly, there was also a killing cry.

  Uncle Gong Wu Xin thumped: "The rebels outside the city attacked the city again?"

  Chu Yao shook his head: "It doesn't look like..."

  If it was the rebels attacking the city, the killing cries should be clearer, and the location of the orange fire is not right, it seems—it seems that something happened to the location of the rebel camp!

  As Chu Yao judged, the walls of Xiaocheng are fine.

  However, it does have something to do with them.

   To be precise, it is related to Shen Tang.

   After finishing Yancheng, they wanted to join Chu Yao and the others immediately, but there was an accident on the way.

  The two saw a group of rebels escorting a batch of grain and grass passing by.

   Originally planned to avoid it, but—

   Unable to hold back, the enemy insists on giving away the head enthusiastically!

   It’s okay not to mention the unlucky and disgusting monthly ticket list in October.

   [About slowing down the rhythm and changing the plot]:

   When I was raising pigs and pigs, some readers mentioned it. Recently, there have been a lot of voices about praying for good plots.

   I admit that there is a problem in this area. In fact, even a long story cannot avoid this problem. However, the recent update is slow, and the defect seems to be more serious. However, I still have to explain that pig farming is part of the farming operation, and it is also biased towards daily life. In the future, not only pig farming will be used to raise pigs, but also sericulture, textile dyeing, farming, and tree planting. Otherwise, I will be sorry for the Tiangong Kaiwu and Qi Min Yao Shu, oh, Lin Feng's literary mind and way of literati are also related to this...

   The main line of this article is Tangmei’s journey to the top, but she does not walk this road alone. The friends and opponents around her are all part of this road. The last ten or so chapters are the home stage of the plot of praying for goodness, and by the way, it leads to the "Sacred Land of Mountains and Seas". If you don’t dislike water and read the relevant chapters, you will know that only a part of the “Qianshan (that is, the hundred schools of thought)” in the “Book Mountain” has appeared so far. Before Tangmei appeared, this world was the home of Confucianism and soldiers, Legalism and Taoism were playing soy sauce, and the others were either in decline or hadn't appeared at all.

   I don't know if the shop will collapse if it is opened too big, I can only say try my best.

   The important thing about Qishan’s plot is to supplement his background, write about this person’s past, and connect some previous foreshadowings, and fill in the pits by the way, not how the county guard died.

   Of course, looking at the water is also related to my slow update and long-winded narrative.

   There is still some chatter, I will write the chapter tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)