I can't be a demon.

Chapter 19: New Year's Day, No Strangers Allowed

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights in Yanliang Town went out one after another.

Although the government has lifted the curfew, the people are still frightened by the corpse-stripping case, and rumors that sound true or false are spreading.

Bai Haibo hadn't fallen asleep yet, sorting out the martial arts school's expenses for the past year.

Sudden.

There was a knock on the door.

"Shen Lian? That's not right. He just came here during the day."

Bai Haibo was a little scared, after all, Xicheng District had just experienced a rebellion caused by demons.

Before he could react, Bai Jinbao had already walked towards the door, and the person knocking on the door outside seemed to hear the footsteps and stopped abruptly.

"What the hell!"

Bai Haibo's hair stood on end and he crossed the door in two or three steps.

"Jinbao, don't..."

Before he could finish his words, Bai Jinbao had already lifted the wooden plug.

A gust of wind blew past and the door opened to both sides.

Outside the martial arts hall was deep and endless darkness.

I could vaguely see a man standing not far away.

"father."

Bai Jinbao was so frightened that his face turned pale and he called out to Bai Haibo.

"Not afraid."

Bai Haibo's chest heaved violently. He quickly used all his strength to pull the child over. His right hand behind his back was already gathering strength for a punch.

Even if he understood that if it really was a demon or monster, a warrior would be no match for him.

"It must be a drunk passing by. Let's retreat to the inner room and make sure not to alarm others."

Bai Haibo covered Bai Jinbao's eyes.

Children have weak blood and energy, and just a moment of eye contact with a demon might cause resentment to enter their bodies.

Bai Haibo looked cautious and glanced at the man, whose face was blurry.

The man was very tall, with his arms reaching down to his knees.

Bai Haibo recognized the man's attire and found it to be similar to that of a letter deliveryman.

The postmen were under the jurisdiction of the government.

Unless it is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, there are relatively limited postmen in towns and cities. Bai Haibo has never seen such a tall and strong postman.

The postman moved stiffly as he also walked away from the martial arts hall step by step and disappeared into the night.

In a moment, it disappeared without a trace.

Bai Haibo was confused, and Bai Jinbao took a peek through his fingers: "Dad, there is a letter at the door. Was it sent by him?"

"You...don't move."

The letter was stuffed in the gap between the wall tiles. The paper was brand new and I took a look at it in the moonlight.

The cover clearly read, [Sent from Gaojia Town, received by my husband Bai Haibo].

Bai Haibo's pupils shrank slightly.

husband?

Bai Haibo's late wife died accidentally seven years ago. It was announced to the public that she drowned, but in fact it was just to let her go in a dignified way.

She did die of illness in Gaojia Town at that time.

Bai Haibo clearly remembered his late wife's extremely strange and stubborn illness.

In just seven days, he became so thin that his bones were all he had. Even calling a doctor was of no use. He didn't have a pound of flesh left when he died.

Bai Haibo has always been obsessed with finding out the cause of his late wife's death.

Even if it was done by a demon, it must be made clear.

After burying his deceased wife, Bai Haibo simply settled in the nearby Yanliang Town. Every year on Qingming Festival, he would go to Gaojia Town to pay his respects.

"It's been so long, why can't she rest in peace..."

Bai Haibo was on pins and needles, knowing that the letter was definitely not from his deceased wife.

At this time, dense footsteps were heard, and a large number of yamen runners holding torches surrounded the martial arts hall.

The yamen runners were silent and had already started searching around the courtyard wall. Many of them still had injuries from the hunt for the Painted Skin Ghost.

Bai Haibo recognized the old captain of the police.

"Captain Hong, that man...that letter...what exactly is it?" Hong An made a gesture to silence everyone, and then the bailiffs separated the paths. Zhu Yihong solemnly walked to the door of the martial arts hall and picked up the envelope.

"Don't spread it outside. The government will be responsible for handling it."

After Zhu Yihong finished speaking, he turned and left. Hong An could not help but follow closely behind him, leaving only a few yamen runners to carry out routine duties and clear up any grievances.

Bai Haibo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the government intervene.

As soon as Zhu Yihong walked out of the alley, Hong An couldn't help but whispered, "Sir, tonight is already the 45th letter, and the source is all in Gaojia Town, right..."

"Yes, that postman should not be alive either."

Zhu Yihong opened the letter and found only a short sentence in it.

【Don’t worry, I will return home on the fourth day of the New Year. 】

"call."

"Captain Hong, thank you for your help. Have all the yamen runners work in groups of ten. No letters can be hidden in the dark places of the town. I will contact the rest of the Jinwu Guards for support as soon as possible."

Zhu Yihong pinched the bridge of his nose in pain. The trouble caused by the Painted Skin Ghost had just ended, and troubles were spreading to Gaojia Town again.

The common point of all the signatories of the letters is that they died in Gaojia Town within ten years.

And the content of the letter is highly consistent.

The only difference is that the time of returning home is different, from the first day to the ninth day of the New Year.

"The envelope is most likely a medium to guide the demons and monsters here. As for the different time points of their return, it probably represents the depth of their cultivation."

Fortunately, there are still 23 days until the New Year, so we can prepare in advance.

However, the imperial court may not have too many idle Jinwu Guards to handle the [Soul Calling Case].

.........

pawn shop.

Shen Lian took the letter handed to him by Mr. Wang and saw that the handwriting was indeed Shen Hansheng's.

"Young Master, it was Dang Ding who heard the knock on the door, but after opening the door, the messenger was no longer near the store."

Mr. Wang did not suspect too much. Most postmen were taciturn and probably because they were away from home for most of the year, they were more cautious.

Shen Lian took out the paper.

[Don’t worry, I will return home on the 39th day of the first lunar month]

"The thirty-ninth day of the first lunar month? There is no such thing as the thirty-ninth day of the first lunar month."

Could it be that Shen Hansheng was not sure when he would come back after the New Year, so he just randomly filled in the 39th day of the first lunar month? Old Shen insisted on being a riddle teller.

Shen Lian looked out the window and saw snowflakes falling again.

After the heavy rain in the past few days, the water on the ground was frozen, and there were many mountain roads on the official road, which were not suitable for carriages to pass through, and it was easy to fall off the cliff accidentally.

Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that everything is fine. The pawn business is not urgent."

"kindness."

Shen Lian put away the letter and used his keen eye as usual.

[Shen Hansheng's family letter was successfully identified, Jiuer Chaofeng experience +1.65%]

[Shen Hansheng's family letter]

[Written by Shen Hansheng, the ink and paper were taken from the shop No. 13, Yongcui Street, Gaojia Town, and it carries Shen Hansheng's wish to return home. ]

Shen Lian took a breath of cold air.

Why can an ordinary letter from home provide such rich experience?
The way to gain experience through the profession panel was becoming increasingly confusing to him. No matter how hard he looked, there was no pattern at all.

"But just a reminder to me. From now on, no matter what item you have, you have to appraise it first. Otherwise, it will take a long time for the Nine-Eared Court Official to be promoted."

Shen Lian didn't pay attention to the letter, but the starling outside the window was chirping.

A dozen yamen runners passed by the pawnshop.

Hong An sensed through the magic compass that there was a letter in He Fengjie, but when he got closer, the resentment contained in the letter disappeared.

He suddenly remembered the rumors about the thousand-year-old demon in the yamen, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"The compass covers a limited area. Someone must be carrying a letter on the road. Besides, it's unrealistic for a thousand-year-old demon to be involved in the soul-calling case."

The cries of starlings echoed in the alleys.

Hong An subconsciously looked towards the pawnshop, and saw Shen Lian standing with his back to the window.

The candle flame flickered.

The back figure was stretched extremely long.

(End of this chapter)