The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 41: Doomed

"Folks, open the door, it's dawn, it's all right."

The sky is bright.

Zhang Bold knocked on the door from house to house, looking for the survivors of Huangshi Village.

At a glance, every household is affixed with a yellow sign.

Some people's yellow talismans and door gods have been burned, leaving only a wisp of ashes on the ground.

The same is true of clan shrines.

The tablets of the ancestors fell in pieces, and the position in the east corner of the wall collapsed.

Zhang Heng walked all the way. The only thing that made him happy was that the statues of the gods didn't burn more, and he didn't know if he didn't have time to kill these people, or if these people were not deeply involved, and they were spared by Chu Meiren last night.

"never mind?"

Hearing the shouts outside, villagers walked out of their houses one after another.

These people looked terrified, their spirits were extremely poor, and it was obvious that they hadn't slept at all last night.

"Is Village Chief Li there?"

Zhang Heng asked the crowd.

quiet.
After being silent for a while, the villagers pretended to be brave and said, "Last night I saw the village head go to the ancestral hall, and the ancestral hall collapsed after a while, and I don't know about the rest."

Zhang Heng glanced at the collapsed ancestral hall.

Don't ask, Li Maocai must be pressing down.

"Junior brother, you still have the foresight and didn't let the villagers hide in the ancestral hall, otherwise this group of people will die."

Qian Shui looked at Zhang Heng with admiration.

Zhang Heng did not take credit.

It is normal for ancestors to protect their children and grandchildren, but unfortunately the Li family's troubles are too great, and Li's ancestors can't protect him at all.

This is also inevitable. Huangshi Village is just an ordinary village, and there are no powerful people.

Even if there are ancestors guarding the ancestral halls in the countryside, they will not be the opponents of the ghosts.

Specter, has always been synonymous with terror, not to mention that Chu Meiren is not ordinary.

"Patriarch."

After counting the population, Zhang Zhenhu also came with his soldiers.

As soon as they met, he knelt down and cried, "Patriarch, I wanted to take you away last night, but three or four people couldn't carry you. It's really useless."

"It's none of your business." Zhang Heng didn't blame Zhang Zhenhu: "Last night, I fell into self-proclaimed self-styled by a secret method.

After finishing speaking, he urged Zhang Zhenhu: "Get up, and lead someone to restrain the corpses of the villagers. More than 100 people died violently last night, and they were full of resentment. If they don't clean up properly, this village will be abandoned."

"Quick, quick, let me move."

Zhang Zhenhu was worried that he didn't have a chance to show, and hurriedly ordered the soldiers he brought into action.

Zhang Heng, Zhang Dadan, and Qian Shui watched from the side.

Looking at the more than [-] corpses that were moved out in two rows, the expressions on each other's faces were ugly.

"Junior brother, Chu Meiren was already fierce, and more than [-] lives were added last night. Tonight will definitely be more fierce."

"In my opinion, let's pack up and flee to Goose City. That guy doesn't have much hatred with us. I don't think he will chase him for a hundred or two miles and go to Goose City to settle accounts with us."

Qian Shui's heart fluttered.

"Senior brother, this method is good." Zhang Dandan also agreed with both hands: "We did our best anyway, just don't think about it, go to Goose City to avoid the limelight."

Although Zhang Dadan is bold, he is not stupid.

I used all the methods that could be used yesterday, and it didn't work at all. I'm afraid it would be the same again. This time I got a small life, and I may not have such good luck next time.

"Go back to the Taoist Temple first, and I'll think about it."

Zhang Heng frowned.

"Junior brother, then think about it slowly, let's go back to eat something first."

Qian Shui shook his head and left.

After they left, Zhang Heng circled around the village, thinking to himself, "Could it be that the destiny is set, Huangshi Village cannot be saved, and the entire village must be wiped out?"

Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw that several families were going out of the village with their burdens on their backs.

"Patriarch Zhang, what happened yesterday was too scary. We are going to go to our relatives elsewhere, and we will never come back."

An old man headed by him took the initiative to speak to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "You are the villagers of Huangshi Village, the personal experience of the Chu Meiren massacre. You are in the calamity. The so-called doomsday is inevitable. You may not be able to escape."

There's another sentence Zhang Heng didn't say, don't think they were fine last night, but if they escaped, they would be called to the door tonight.

After all, these villagers were different from Zhang Heng and the others. At most, they were nosy bullshit and had no grudge against Chu Mei.

These villagers are not the same. They are not participants in the incident, but they are also the same class. Even if they sue the official, they can be convicted of not reporting the information and ignoring the tragic death of Chu Meiren.

It’s okay not to run, but to run, isn’t it just a guilty conscience?

The Chumei people killed more than 100 people yesterday. For it, it would definitely have no pressure to kill another [-] or [-] people.

"Patriarch Zhang, Donglinghe Temple Zhu is my godmother, and we are going to defect to her."

In the crowd, a middle-aged man said.

"Dongling River Temple congratulations?"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes.

That's right, although Qian Zhenren and Xu Zhenren have the highest Taoism within a radius of several hundred miles, it doesn't mean that there are no other gods and goddesses except for the two real people within a few hundred miles.

He has nothing but money.

Money can make a grinder, and these people must want to be friends with him.

"It's dark under the lights, it's really dark under the lights!"

Zhang Heng thought of a way: "Huzi, you immediately let someone drive a car, and invite the more famous gods, gods, temple blessings, feng shui masters, fortune-tellers and blind men within a radius of hundreds of miles to me, just say yes. The richest man in Yangjiang invited them."

"Yes, patriarch."

Zhang Zhenhu led the way.

noon
"Smells, stinks, stinks."

A blind man holding the 'Tiekou Straight Broken' flag, got out of the car accompanied by two children.

The blind man looked to be in his fifties, with a mustache on his chin, holding a flag in one hand and a bamboo pole in the other, and walked towards Zhang Heng beating: "My nose has been heard for three miles. There must be some dirty things in this place recently, isn't it?" Generally dirty, otherwise it would not be so smelly”

Facing Zhang Heng's suspicious gaze, Zhang Zhenhu hurriedly explained: "Patriarch, this is Wang Banxian at the gate of Xicheng in Yangjiang County. I heard it is very effective."

"Let's go to "Straight Broken Door" Wang Shoudao again. Friends in the rivers and lakes praised their love and called me Wang Banxian."

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to speak, Wang Banxian turned his face and said first, "I already know the purpose of your invitation. This thing is very fierce. If you ask me, you are the right person. It's just the price."

"It's easy to talk about money."

Zhang Heng responded first.

Then he asked Zhang Zhenhu, "Is this person reliable?"

Zhang Heng, the signboard of the straight broken door, has never heard of it. It is estimated that it is a small sect with three or five people per generation. It is difficult to say how capable he is.

Zhang Zhenhu nodded again and again: "I asked him for fortune-telling, and he said that I have the life to be the head of the regiment, so that's right."

"Oh!"

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up.

Because without his presence, Zhang Zhenhu would have become the commander of the pseudo-corps in ten years. After ten years, Wang Banxian is indeed a bit capable.

Another two hours.

Dongling Hemiao Zhu, it seems that the eighth or 90-year-old Zhu Sangu is here.

Then Cai Dingqiao tied up the paper shop, and the paper figure Zhang who coughed after walking two steps also came.

Counting the strange beggars in Coffin Mountain, Liu Da Yanguo, who was leaning on crutches, and Wang Xingzi, who arrived one step early, within a few hundred miles, the more famous strange people were all invited.

only.

Looking at the blind, old, sick, and disabled group of four.

To be honest, Zhang Heng felt a little drumming in his heart.

After all, people like to judge people by their appearance, and Zhang Heng is no exception.

The four in front of me, how should I put it, the sales are a bit different, and they don't look like high-end goods.

(End of this chapter)