Chapter 111 Missing

The Imperial Guards' Night Cavalry were the cavalry that patrolled Xijing at night.

They are often dressed in heavy armor and ride on BMWs. They are all children of noble families and possess unique secret skills passed down in their family.

Chu Songjun knew the leader.

He is the heir of the Situ family, Situ Zheng.

The two brothers Situ have always been inseparable, Jiao and Meng are always together.

Although the two Situ brothers failed to recognize Chu Songjun as their elder brother in the cycle, they became brothers after three visits to his thatched cottage.

In Xijing, a small group was formed day by day with Chu Songjun as the leader, Xie Jinghe as the assistant, the Situ brothers and others as vanguards, and Lin Xiaohe and others as military advisors.

They were well aware of Chu Songjun's hobby of listening to the people, and they had accompanied him twice.

But in Xijing, in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, the gap between the aristocratic families and the common people could not be bridged by just one generation.

Chu Songjun gradually gave up the idea of ​​asking them to accompany him.

Of course, this is not the reason why Chu Songjun is avoiding the Night Cavalry now.

The reason is very simple. Xijing has been under curfew for a long time. Although he would not be in any danger if he was caught, it would be obvious that the officials of the Dali Temple had violated the law. It would not sound good to say it out loud, so he avoided it if possible.

Under the moonlight.

The night rider stepped over the puddles without knowing it, splashing water.

Chu Songjun retracted his gaze, turned his back to the wall, and turned to look at the chicken thief who was being arrested and pinned to the ground by the evil spirits.

The chicken thief gave him a flattering smile and whispered, "Hero, you see, we have been through hardships together. Why don't you just pretend that you have never seen me and I have never seen you? Let's go our separate ways... Hey hey! A hero should not speak - um!"

The chicken thief was filled with grief and anger when the evil ghost blocked his mouth, his eyes full of condemnation.

But what can a chicken thief do? He can do nothing!

When threatening others, one would only say "this behavior violates the law", and this method without any basis was actually his subconscious move.

Chu Songjun was of course very confident in his sense of law, and then took him away!

The family has many houses, and they also have one on Chang'an Street.

This set was purchased by Chu Songjun himself. If one day he was too late to listen to the people's opinions, he would live here.

After all, the carriage was bumpy and Chu Songjun was a sickly person, so the right thing to do was to suffer as little as possible.

Although Chu Songjun did not have a specific patrol route, he had Dalang to help him keep an eye on it, so he was naturally able to avoid the night riders in advance.

When they finally reached the Chu family’s house, the chicken thief was let go.

The chicken thief swallowed hard, his hair standing on end with vigilance. When the baby ghost beside him arrived at the location, he saw the chicken thief trembling violently, and couldn't help but have evil intentions come out. He pounced on him with all his strength, stirring up the chicken thief's vague evil spirit.

The unfortunate god instantly realized that those evil spirits could swallow him in one gulp.

He shouted tremblingly: "Ying, hero——"

The voice is full of twists and turns, and one can feel the twists and turns of his mood as soon as he listens.

Chu Songjun lowered his head and pretended to chase them away, but the baby ghosts and Chu Songjun were in tune with each other, so how could such a feint tactic possibly scare them?

The baby ghost bit the chicken thief in one bite.

The chicken thief let out a loud cry.

"This chicken thief is quite cowardly."

Wang Youyu, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh.

"What what what chicken thief! I told you this is a tribute to this god! Ugh! Please shut up!"

The chicken thief responded toughly and unwillingly while trembling.

"This god has a name!"

"Tell me about it."

Chu Songjun sat on a chair in the courtyard, picked up a handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed twice.

"My name is the Great Compassionate Yuanshi Lingbao Pudu Zhenjun!"

The True Lord Something raised his head and said with great pride.

Chu Songjun's expression was complicated.

Wang Youyu frowned when he heard this.

The baby ghosts were stunned.

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard.

The atmosphere was a bit too stagnant. The so-and-so True Lord pursed his lips, his sense of crisis was alarming him like crazy. His little head seemed to be in turmoil, and he subconsciously said to the sullen Chu Songjun in a flattering tone, "Hero, hero, then what is our relationship? Just call me Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling."

Chu Songjun almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He tried very hard to hold back and protect his cold poker face.

It only took half a moment.

Xiao Ling became more panicked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He squirmed and said, "Although I am a small god, I still have great potential! In just a short period of time, I have already attracted many believers! If you give me some more time, I will surely become extremely powerful! I can turn my hand to make clouds and turn my hand to make rain!"

Chu Songjun was stunned by Xiao Ling's words.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiao Ling wailed, "Killing this god will do no good—"

Chu Songjun finally realized that Xiao Ling thought he brought him back with the intention of killing him.

Xiao Ling saw the young man in front of her suddenly curl his lips, looking particularly eerie and sinister.

Xiao Ling felt as if her throat was instantly strangled by him and she couldn't utter a word.

All that remained in my mind were various ways of dying.

Some had their necks twisted, some had their limbs broken, some were torn apart by five horses, and some were gnawed by thousands of insects and ants until their skeletons were reduced to skeletons.

After moving these here, Xiao Ling felt that his entire soul would be devoured by this evil ghost with such yin energy before it would stop.

How could such a handsome young man be such a vicious and cruel person?

Xiao Ling felt sad, and when she saw the young man covering his mouth with a handkerchief while coughing, she shook her head even more.

Could it be that the merciful and kind Yuanshi Lingbao Pudu Zhenjun will be defeated here today?

After the boy finished coughing, he slowly drank his tea.

The ferocious thug beside the boy took this opportunity to stare at him viciously.

Xiao Ling thought that she was going to die, so she didn't tolerate the thug and glared back at him fiercely.

The young man wiped his mouth, his voice was very gentle and soft. If Xiao Ling had not seen this ferocious and fierce ghost like him, she would definitely mistake him for a gentle gentleman.

The boy asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Xiao Ling perked up: "I know, I know, of course I ..."

He knows shit!

Xiao Ling just escaped from the mass grave and came to Xijing a few months ago.

How could one know what kind of evil forces there were in Xijing with that scholar's appearance?

Xiao Ling's eyes rolled around.

When people usually give nicknames, they must base them on their characteristics.

The boy looks like a scholar at a young age, and is accompanied by a large number of evil spirits, which makes people tremble with fear when they see him.

"You must be..."

Xiao Ling frantically searched for his limited literary knowledge and combined it with his own cleverness.

"It must be..."

Chu Songjun nodded slightly.

Dali Temple...

Xiao Ling yelled, "Ghost Scholar!"

Chu Songjun:?

Wang Youyu:?

The boy didn't say anything, but just looked Xiao Ling up and down with an inquiring look.

If there is no rebuttal, it means that I guessed it right!

Xiao Ling knew that she had to seize this breakthrough and pursue the enemy relentlessly in order to survive!

Xiao Ling said sincerely: "Your reputation is so great that I am new here and I didn't recognize you. I am sorry to bother you, but I really didn't mean it! I just hope you can show mercy and let me go! Hero!"

Wang Youyu: "You really..."

"Youyu." Chu Songjun interrupted Wang Youyu. He stood up from the bamboo chair, walked to Xiao Ling, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Why do you paint blood words on the wall to protect your believers? What do the blood words say? What do you mean by... evil people?"

Xiao Ling opened his eyes hesitantly and looked at Chu Songjun uneasily: "Hero, you have to know that the gap between gods and humans, between gods and ghosts, is even greater than that between humans and pigs! This gap is a gap on another level. People who have not experienced it will never understand it. They will never understand it."

Xiao Ling gestured with her broken hand: "This gap is not a little bit..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just speak straight."

Behind Chu Songjun's gentle smile lay an extremely strong threat.

Xiao Ling swallowed hard, "There was a voice that was telling me what I should do! So I traveled a thousand miles to Xijing! As soon as I entered Xijing, I felt an invisible monster floating in the sky above Xijing. It would destroy everything, and I! was the savior appointed by Heaven!"

Seeing the boy's expression gradually becoming suspicious, Xiao Ling hurriedly said: "Don't look at me like this! I am very powerful! I can really save Xijing! Save my believers! They worship me! I will give everything to help them!"

"Really! I'm telling the truth! I'm not lying to you! Hero! I don't think you're born evil or treacherous!"

Xiao Ling crawled in front of Chu Songjun wearing a human corpse and said affectionately: "Why do you force yourself to do those sneaky things? You look like a hero! Why don't we join hands and save Xijing together! In the future, the story of the hero and this god can also be passed down as a good story, recorded in history, and admired by thousands of people!"

Xiao Ling asked earnestly, "Hero, what do you think?"

Wang Youyu was silent: "...No, you are confusing right and wrong! You are obviously the one who stole the chicken and the dog..."

"No! It's not important! What's important is..." Xiao Ling immediately interrupted Wang Youyu, tentatively grabbed Chu Songjun's hand, and said nervously: "Hero! Can you start a magnificent adventure with me?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "You are quite eloquent."

Xiao Ling raised her chin slightly proudly: "Thank you, thank you."

The young man pulled his hand away, and seeing with his clever eyes that he didn't have as strong murderous intent as before, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man turned around, lifted his robe and sat back on the bamboo chair, tapping his wrist with his slender fingers: "Then what do you think, Yi Ling, where should we start to save Xijing?"

Xiao Ling wiped her face.

Done!

As expected of him, he found a protective umbrella so quickly!

He has not been playing around in Xijing these days.

Xiao Ling twisted his body and climbed up from the ground with a grunt. He looked energetic and said firmly, "Aristocratic family! I know that a member of the aristocratic family is not a good person when I see him! Especially the Chu family from the Dali Temple!"

"Hey! How can you talk like that..."

"Oh? How come it's not?"

Xiao Ling didn't give the thug a good look. He carefully walked around the evil spirits on the ground with different death situations. While dressing the corpse, he laid out the evidence and said, "The aristocratic families are sucking the blood and flesh of my believers. The aristocratic families are gnawing at the souls of my believers. I don't know where I came from when I was born, and I don't know where I will go when I die. I have been a pig or sheep in the hands of the aristocratic families all my life."

"As for that Chu family! He is clearly a guard dog of a noble family, but he pretends to be a pleader for the people, pretending to be noble, but he is just a bird of a feather! How can this God not be disgusted!"

"The noble family must be related to the monster in the sky above Xijing! The Chu family might also be the mastermind!"

Xiao Ling drew a conclusion bitterly.

The boy didn't say anything.

Xiao Ling could feel the boy looking at her deeply.

It seems that I have never seen such an enlightened God.

Xiao Ling couldn't help but straighten her chest.

The young man smiled and said, "Okay! So what's your plan to save Xijing?"

Xiao Ling paused, "Ah, this, this, this... I protected all the houses on Chang'an Street that might be harmed by the monsters."

"Hmm..." The boy listened attentively and nodded slightly: "What about later?"

Xiao Ling repeated hesitantly, "What should we do next? What should we do next? This is a very good question. What should we do next?"

Wang Youyu’s mouth twitched.

This is not a case of having no plan at all, but just talking about overthrowing the aristocratic family.

***

Xiao Ling is just a good god who transitioned from a thief to a sneaky one.

Chu Songjun only wanted to keep a closer eye on him and prevent him from being captured by the imperial guards.

A night passed and the rooster crowed.

It was daybreak, but one could tell it was going to be a good day.

Chu Songjun curled up in a recliner, holding Cassia in his arms. The man and the ghost stared at the sky above their heads, at the sky above Xijing.

Is it the monster lurking above Xijing?

Wang Youyu was carefully boiling medicine in the courtyard.

Chu Songjun had to eat several doses every day, and Wang Youyu did not dare to slack off.

The bitter aroma of medicine overflowed from the medicine pot, and in a trance it almost filled the entire courtyard.

After taking the medicine for a long time, Chu Songjun had already developed a conditioned reflex, and a strong bitter taste would subconsciously appear on the tip of his tongue.

Chu Songjun's expression gradually turned ugly, and he quickly threw a candied fruit into his mouth to suppress the bitterness.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, and the neighbors shouted, "My Lord! My Lord! Are you home? Something happened! Something happened at Aunt Liu's house last night!"

Chu Songjun stood up from the recliner, walked quickly to the door and opened it.

The one crowding at the door was Auntie Deng, who had a loud voice and was still frightened. When she saw Chu Songjun, she quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Liu Sangu's family! Missing!"

A woman who was almost fainted from crying was carried over by the crowd. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were extremely swollen. She sobbed and said, "Please, sir, help me! Find my son—"