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Chapter 41 Aragami!

Why has it become so cold?

Inside the temple, everyone sleeping by the fire suddenly felt a chill. There were people watching over the fire and everyone was covered with thick quilts, but they couldn't get warm. Even the accompanying soldiers felt their hands and feet were cold.

The old, weak, women and children in the Zhang family were huddled in their quilts and shivering.

"Mom, get up and eat this."

"What is this?" The old lady who was shivering with cold looked puzzled when she saw what Zhang Rui brought over.

Is that red thing that looks like red pearls used for eating?

"This is something that old man Zeng found in the capital. It can invigorate blood circulation and warm the stomach. Mother, take one first. It is very good for resisting colds."

"That old man Zeng you brought back?" Huang frowned slightly. Zhang Rui brought back two strange people this time, an old man and a girl. The girl was cute and pretty. Although she didn't like to talk, she was very popular in the Zhang family. The little girl liked to hang around him every day. The old man was a little inexplicably wretched. He always seemed like a mouse, with shifty eyes, and didn't look like an honest man.

"Don't worry, mother. I have tried this thing before and it is fine. The doctor said it is a great tonic. You take it first. I will give one to father and little sister as well."

Upon hearing this, Huang stuffed the red bead into her mouth. As soon as it entered her mouth, the bead melted in her mouth. The unpleasant fishy smell almost made her vomit. But the moment it entered her throat, a warm current immediately dispelled the coldness in her body. She felt warm all over, which was very comfortable.

"Mom, how is the effect?" Zhang Rui asked.

"Okay, okay," the old lady nodded, "Hurry up and give your father and the others one. Oh, it's freezing in this weather."

Zhang Rui nodded. What he gave his family to take was the essence and blood collected in Huashi. This thing was extremely strong and masculine. As he expected, it was very effective in fighting against external evil.

He hadn't dared to sleep since he realized that something was wrong with the man surnamed Yang. Ever since the man surnamed Yang came back, the originally warm temple had become increasingly colder. The fire had been burning all the time, and the wind and snow outside couldn't be any stronger. It was highly likely that the man surnamed Yang had done something.

"Brother, what is this? Why didn't you take it out earlier?" After eating, Zhang Meng felt warm all over and immediately smiled with comfort.

"There's not much of this stuff. It was originally intended to be used in extreme situations." Zhang Rui said in a low voice.

This was not a lie. The whole family went to Beijing in such a heavy snowstorm. If we had to sleep outdoors on the way, these essence and blood would be used to save our lives at the critical moment. I didn't expect that I would be forced to use them here.

"Where is Xiao Yunyun?" the fourth girl asked curiously.

She had originally planned to hold the pink baby while sleeping at night, but she felt so cold all over that she felt like an ice cube. She immediately gave up the idea, thinking that her brother should have taken out this thing earlier and given one to Xiao Yunyun to eat, so as not to let such a young child catch a cold.

"I'm going out to relieve myself. It's okay as long as Old Man Zeng follows me." Zhang Rui looked outside with a sad look in his eyes.

Murong Yunji had been out for a long time. The man surnamed Yang had returned a long time ago, but she hadn't.

Is there something that could threaten her?

If so, that would be a bit scary.
"You guys go to sleep first, we have to travel early tomorrow morning."

"Oh." The silly girl nodded obediently after hearing that. She felt warm all over and was very sleepy wrapped in the quilt. Soon the whole family fell asleep, but Zhang Rui didn't dare to close his eyes. He sat there waiting. Time passed little by little, but Murong Yunji still didn't show up. His heart sank to the bottom.

Fortunately, nothing unusual happened throughout the night. As the sky grew brighter outside, the temperature in the house began to gradually warm up, and the unsettling chill gradually faded away.

"Oh my, this is a really weird day, Lao Du, did you sleep last night?"

The voice came from the group of military officers closest to the door. The speaker was tall and bearded. His name was Lin Bao. He was the head of the military officers sent by the Youzhou government to protect them. He was arranged by the Yuchi family and was from one of the affiliated families of the Yuchi family. He served as a centurion in the Youzhou army. It was said that he had served as a scout in the army before. Not only was he skilled in martial arts, he was also good at tracking and vigilance. With him leading the way, there would be no mistakes.

The man called Lao Du shook his head tiredly: "The weather was not normal last night. I did some Qigong to promote blood circulation and it felt a little better. If I sleep like this, I'm afraid my body won't be able to bear it. Look at those drivers, their lips are all frozen black."

Several drivers stood up, feeling weak all over, their lips were black and their faces were frighteningly pale. Several military officers were slightly better, but also looked listless. However, the two captains were curious: how did these people sleep in such a cold weather last night?
"Did you sleep well last night?"

Zhang Rui came over, and the two centurions quickly stood up and greeted him: "Sir, how are you?"

"Just make do with it," Zhang Rui nodded indifferently.

The two of them carefully inquired and immediately found that this Mr. Zhang had a ruddy complexion and was fine. Not only was he fine, but the group of Zhang family members behind him also looked good, which surprised them for a moment. After the Beihai incident, the Yuchi family mobilized their forces to investigate the county magistrate thoroughly. No matter from any intelligence, this Zhang was a typical farmer's son. The five generations of ancestors were clearly recorded in the family tree, and they all made a living in the fields. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the hidden family that the Yuchi family thought.

This time, the two of them were asked to come here ostensibly to protect the Zhang family, but in reality it was mostly a test. According to their observations along the way, this Mr. Zhang is extremely filial, and there is nothing wrong with his family's daily behavior. It seems that this is not fake. Maybe the higher-ups are wrong?

But now it seems that this family is indeed not normal. Last night, his two fourth-rank warriors were too cold to fall asleep, but the Zhang family not only slept so soundly, but also looked better and better. Compared with other people, it is a world of difference.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Zhang Rui also noticed that the drivers looked extremely weak.

"Master, we don't know either. I feel like I may have caught a cold and I feel weak all over."

"Did you fall asleep last night?" Zhang Rui asked with narrowed eyes.

“Falling asleep.” The two drivers from the Zhang family nodded quickly. “Falling asleep at night, it felt so heavy that I almost couldn’t get up just now.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rui was secretly glad that he had given his family the essence and blood to take, otherwise his own family might have been in the same terrible state. The other servants in the family, his second brother Zhang Yu, his sister-in-law Mei Er, and his wife Luo were still in Fuchuan County. They had originally planned to take care of their business before coming back. It seemed that he had to send them a message after leaving today, asking them to stay away from this road as much as possible, or just wait until March when the ice on the river thaws and take the water route.

"Pack up and get ready to leave. Try to get to the post station as early as possible today."

"Okay!" Lin Bao stretched his muscles and stood up, his whole body making crackling sounds. He had wanted to leave this damn place for a long time. He just felt something was wrong last night.

"Go check on the scholars over there. It was cold yesterday. See if any of them have caught a cold."

"Your Excellency is quite magnanimous." Lin Bao chuckled. He saw yesterday how the group of scholars ignored Zhang Rui, but he did not expect that the county magistrate did not care at all. In terms of his broad-mindedness, it was rare.

Zhang Rui smiled and said nothing. Instead, he looked outside. It was now skylight and the wind and snow seemed to be less severe. However, Murong Yunji still hadn't come back, which made him feel very uneasy.

Be it the Painting Market or the North Sea Crisis, nothing could trap her. What on earth was in this damn place?
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin?"

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise, obviously coming from the group of candidates. Zhang Rui's expression became stern and he winked at the other two military officers. They understood and hurried over. Zhang Rui slowly retreated to his family and reached for the pen next to him.

"What's going on?" Lin Bao walked over and immediately saw that these scholars looked even worse than the drivers, especially the one lying on the ground unable to wake up. His name seemed to be Lin Ye. He had black lips and a pale body. The key point was that he had thin white hair growing on his body. He looked like a zombie who had been dead for at least half a month!
Lin Bao took a breath of cold air and took a step back almost subconsciously.

"What did you do yesterday?"
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Outside the gate of Yuzhang Academy, students inside the academy are cleaning together. This is the academic style of Yuzhang Academy. A gentleman must be diligent and not ignorant of the five grains. The teacher often takes the lead in participating in spring ploughing. The academy's general cleaning before the New Year is also done by students and teachers.

At this moment, a group of armored guards escorted an old man in a black official robe and rushed into the academy. The book boy at the door didn't even have time to report.

"I wonder what business the academician has here for?"

The person who came out to greet him was the forty-year-old Vice President Zhao Changqing, who frowned as he looked at the other party's posture.

Like the Nine Ministers, the Academician can only be a sorcerer. Although he is called the Academic Supervisor, he is actually responsible for local evil spirit incidents. His authority is extremely heavy, even greater than that of a local governor. In case of emergency, the Academician can directly mobilize the army, and all local military officers below the third rank must cooperate.

Yuzhang Academy has a very high status. Many sorcerer families in the north have children studying literature here. After all, no matter how powerful a family is, one has to take the imperial examination before becoming an official in the court. No matter how powerful an official is, he would not dare to cause trouble for the academy for no reason. This kind of scene might be the result of some evil incident!

"Dean Zhao is here to greet you." The leading academic official hurriedly bowed and said, "I have received news that there are people from the Ghost Cult hiding in the academy. I hope the dean will cooperate."

"Ghost Cult? How is that possible!" Zhao Yuanzi's face suddenly turned horrified. This thing was extremely scary. The North hadn't heard of such news for two hundred years. He had only seen it in the Yunzhou Chronicles, which described how tragic the Ghost Cult incident was back then.

"Don't be too alarmed, Dean. They are just some remnants." The academician looked around solemnly, "Please ask the Dean to call all the new students who have been admitted in the past year!"
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"Senior, you, you, did you see it?"

Outside the temple, Old Man Zeng, who had come out with Murong Yunji to check the situation, was trembling all over and pointing forward as if he had seen a ghost.

"Shut up, I'm not blind!" Murong Yunji replied coldly.

"We are in trouble." She looked towards the temple in front of her that had completely disappeared. The huge temple disappeared right in front of them after the scholar surnamed Yang went back again. If she had known this, she would have followed him in. The young county magistrate was probably in trouble this time.

"Senior, what is going on?" Old man Zeng asked cautiously.

“God of Wilderness.” Murong Yunji also showed a rare trace of solemnity: “I haven’t seen it for many years.”

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