I became a saint in the world of Liao Zhai, and flirted with monster girls

Zhou Kao knew clearly that Zhang Mingdao was aware of his martial arts ability, and since he could seriously advise him to take refuge in the city, the situation must be serious.

Zhang Mingdao saw that Zhou Kao was interested, so he stopped keeping him in suspense. He sincerely hoped that Zhou Kao could stay in the city for a few days to avoid possible danger, and he definitely didn't want to take the opportunity to ask Zhou Kao to help him "fall in love".

"The academy next door is the one that always gets into fights with us, and is always beaten into submission by you, Brother Zhou. Something happened at Master Li's house."

"Oh? Tell me in detail." Zhou Kao leaned forward and asked Zhang Mingdao.

Although Zhang Mingdao was a little drunk, he knew that such matters needed to be discussed with caution.

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously to Zhou Kao, "To be precise, he is Master Li's son..."

Zhou Kao listened quietly to Zhang Mingdao's slightly lisp-filled narration, and gradually learned about the tragedy that had occurred outside the city in the past few days.

Mr. Li devoted his entire life to the imperial examinations, but he never passed. In his later years, he could only teach in the academy in Beiguo County.

His son perfectly inherited his father's "talent" in the imperial examinations, and was also a scholar with no hope of passing.

But unlike his father, he was unwilling to be limited by fame and unable to realize his ambitions, so he traveled around to study and try to find opportunities for advancement.

To put it bluntly, they just want to curry favor with the powerful and seek shortcuts to a career in politics.

After all, although the imperial examination was the main way to enter the officialdom, it was not the only one.

However, this study tour encountered an unexpected incident. On the official road outside Beiguo County, the convoy of Master Li's son was intercepted and killed, and no one survived.

Mr. Li was heartbroken to see his son die young.

What is even more heartbreaking is that his only grandson also went on this study tour.

The death of the scholar and the ambush on the official road caused an uproar in the officialdom.

However, in order to avoid causing panic among the people and affecting agricultural production, this incident did not cause much disturbance in the lives of the people in the county.

The county government took this matter very seriously, and the prefect even sent people to investigate. However, after a large number of people investigated, they only found a part of the body that had been eaten by wild animals.

Fortunately, the child's body was not found in the convoy.

These are all pieces of information that are on the surface and can be easily found out by those who are interested.

But Zhang Mingdao, as the young master of the Zhang family who is close to everyone, has much more information than that.

Then he told Zhou Kao some unknown gossip.

After on-site investigation and coroner's examination, it was discovered that the convoy was attacked at midnight, everyone was quickly killed, and their property was looted.

The murderer acted cruelly and without any scruples.

The only strange thing is that the Li family’s young child is missing.

When Zhou Kao heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He thought to himself, "...this doesn't look like the work of bandits."

Among the bodies in the convoy, many were crushed by huge force. This kind of injury is usually only caused by falling rocks, and it can be barely explained by the action of a martial arts master.

But the marks on some of the people showed that they died in a fratricide, with the knife marks corresponding to the traces of falling.

What’s even more bizarre is that several people had their blood drained out and were curled up like monkeys.

When Zhang Mingdao recounted this, there was still a hint of surprise in his blurry eyes.

After eating and drinking, Zhou Kao and Zhang Mingdao walked out of the restaurant side by side. Seeing that Zhang Mingdao was slightly sober but still staggering, Zhou Kao decided to take him home.

The two men walked along the street, when suddenly, an old man in linen clothes and holding a long banner blocked their way.

"Those who speak value their words; those who act value their changes; those who make tools value their images; those who divine value their divinations. Sir, have you had any troubles lately?"

The old man's voice was so loud that it could be heard from several feet away.

Zhou Kao looked up and saw that the old man's hair was half gray and half white, his face was full of wrinkles from the years, and his body was slightly hunched.

He immediately became alert. He was eight feet tall and had a strong build, but this fortune teller dared to provoke him. He was quite brave.

But Zhou Kao did not act rashly, knowing very well that he should try not to offend such fortune tellers if possible.

The old man smiled widely, handed over a handful of yarrow, and said enthusiastically: "It's only five cents a time. If you do the math, you won't lose out." The price was very low, lower than the market price, and ordinary people could afford it.

"Does the speaker value his words? Is the old man studying the Book of Changes?" Zhou Kao asked doubtfully.

"I know a little bit." The old man stroked his beard with an arrogant look, as if to say that Zhou Kao was very knowledgeable and urged him to tell fortunes quickly.

"No, I don't have any money." Zhou Kao said without hesitation on the busy street.

The old man's face froze instantly, and he thought: The young man next to you is well-dressed, why not just let him pay?

Although Zhang Mingdao was a little drunk, he was very considerate and understood that Zhou Kao did not want to have his fortune told, so he naturally did not say anything about paying five cents for him.

"Sir, please don't misunderstand me. My divination is extraordinary. Those who are destined to be together will only need five coins. Those who are not destined to be together will not need five coins."

The old man tried to save the situation and introduced mysteriously,

"Look, this century-old yarrow, also known as the thousand-leaf yarrow, has the ability to communicate with the hidden. When it encounters a destined person, it will automatically come to you. I have wasted half my life, all for the sake of gathering blessings."

The old man spoke in a mysterious tone, and kept on talking about many suggestive things.

I have to say that this old man is quite good. Compared to those fortune tellers who can only make predictions, his packaging skills are much more sophisticated.

Even Zhang Mingdao, who knew that nine out of ten fortune tellers rely on observing people's words and expressions, couldn't help but feel curious.

"If I don't even give five cents, does that mean we're done with each other?"

Zhou Kao remained unmoved, knowing in his heart that the fortune teller would definitely mention something like bloody disasters or losing money to avoid disasters.

This kind of trick is not even worthy of being on Today's Statement.

The old man felt numb.

In this ancient society where people were relatively simple, it was really a shame to meet a scholar who had such a strong awareness of preventing fraud.

Malice surged in his heart. If Zhou Kao had not been so strong and strong, with sufficient energy and blood, and was not a blood-nourishing seedling, he would not have been so humble.

He suppressed the urge to take action directly and abruptly started the next step.

"To be honest, I saw from afar that you were full of luck and fortune, so I didn't dare approach you. But I just divined... you will die in three days! I have a little trick. For ten gold coins, I will help you avoid the disaster."

The old man's body suddenly straightened up, and his words were cold, as if he could decide life and death.

"Yell? Scare me? Good."

Zhou Kao snorted in his heart, glared, and drew the big knife from his waist.

Seeing this, the old man instantly retracted his edge. He knew that he was not a strong man who had cultivated his physical body, and this big knife could really take his life, so he could only continue to hold on.

"Treasure this tip, don't regret it!"

The old man sighed and turned around, stumbling and the yarrow in his hand fell to the ground.

He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but Zhou Kao and Zhang Mingdao had no regard for the elderly and love for the young, and had no intention of helping, and were even ready to leave.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a piece of mugwort was blown up, floating slowly towards Zhou Kao's instep.

The old man's hand also hurriedly followed.

Zhou Kao reacted extremely quickly, taking two steps at a time and retreating a dozen feet in an instant.

"Old Deng, take your time picking it up."

After saying that, he strode away from here with Zhang Mingdao.

Chapter 6: I can die in the evening if I hear the truth in the morning

Looking at the two people leaving without looking back, the smile on the face of the old man who was bending over to pick up grass disappeared instantly, replaced by an extremely distorted expression.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently, and an irrepressible killing intent surged in his heart.

He didn't care about the weakening effect of the scorching sun in the sky, and he couldn't wait to rush forward and start killing.

Even though he is not a scholar, he knows the principle of "Respect the elderly as your own and respect the elderly of others".

But this scholar, this scholar, didn't even take him seriously and let him suffer such humiliation!

In the end, the old man could only grit his teeth and pick up all the yarrow by himself.

When the fingertips touched the ground, an unnatural bluish-gray color could be vaguely seen under the skin, like rotten bark.

He stood up tremblingly, thinking secretly in his heart:

Since I can't get the scholar's aura, then I won't build the altar. It will just cost me more...

Thinking of the price he was about to pay, the old man's cheeks couldn't help but twitch.

On the other side, Zhang Mingdao, who had walked away, asked curiously, "Brother Zhou, do you think there's something wrong with that fortune-teller?"

"There may be a problem, but there is no evidence at this time."

Zhou Kao answered with a serious expression.

From the moment the fortune-teller appeared, Zhou Kao became alert.

With his keen intuition gained from years of martial arts training, coupled with a man's unique sixth sense, Zhou Kao concluded that this old man was definitely not a serious person.

The old man's essence, energy and spirit were out of balance, his essence was scattered, his body seemed to have decayed, a faint foul smell emanated from the tip of his nose, and the breath on his body was sometimes high and sometimes low, which was very strange.

Moreover, he exudes an aura that makes people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts...

Although Zhou Kao found it difficult to explain, he was certain that this old man was a heretic.

He came to tell fortunes on his own initiative, so he must have bad intentions.

"You have a way to die, and you can't blame me."

Zhou Kao silently wrote it down in the little notebook in his heart, and decided that if he had the chance, he would do his best to kill this man.

Thinking about the tragedy that Zhang Mingdao had just described, Zhou Kao vaguely felt that this old man might have a close connection with the Li family bloodbath.

It seems that these monsters are becoming more and more bold, and the county town is not absolutely safe.

After sending Zhang Mingdao back home, Zhou Kao fell into deep thought.

This matter cannot be ignored, especially since Old Deng has provoked me.

This is like a thorn stuck in my heart. If I don't pull it out, I won't be able to sleep or eat.

Confucius said, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

Although Zhou Kao didn't know where the old man lived and didn't know how to find him, there was someone who could help him find him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Kao no longer hesitated and went straight to the county government office.

He was also well-known in Beiguo County, and the county magistrate Ximen was a generous man and had a close relationship with Zhou Kao.

At this time, the atmosphere in the county government office was depressing, and everyone was troubled by the investigation into the Li family murder.

"Sir, I want to report." Zhou Kao's voice broke the silence and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"There was a fortune teller today..." Zhou Kao recounted his encounter with the fortune teller in detail.

"Are you sure there is something wrong with him?" asked Ximen County Magistrate.

"I'm not sure, but we can capture him and interrogate him first."

Zhou Kao fully understood the government's style of doing things. No matter what the other party's plan was, he would arrest them first.

Anyway, that old guy is definitely not a good person.

After hearing this, Ximen County Magistrate was cheered up and felt that what Zhou Kao said made sense.

In any case, arresting the person first is a good idea.

As for evidence, do you understand the value of the word "official"?

There will be a way to get it when the time comes.

Afterwards, the yamen runners who were sent out to gather information came back and reported that someone saw the fortune-teller walk into an alley and then disappear.

"There's definitely something wrong! If there wasn't, why would they hide their whereabouts? And why would they even deliberately walk into a dead end?"

Magistrate Ximen felt both shocked, angry, and delighted at the same time.

Now it can be confirmed that this old man is a monster. Even if he is not, he must have some unspeakable secret.

However, how to find each other became a problem.

Beiguo County is a large county, and it is difficult to find useful clues by relying on only dozens of detectives searching everywhere.

Zhou Kao had anticipated this. He knew full well that the old man's methods might not be very clever. In this case...