What is coming will eventually come.

However, Chen An did not expect to come so early.

It has only been two days since Deacon Tang passed away, and the Law Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang has come to investigate. This can be said to be swift.

“Huh~”

Chen An took a deep breath, stood up and walked out of the alchemy room.

At this time, the wives and concubines had already been waiting in the hall.

Everyone's face was filled with worry.

After all, Deacon Tang died at the hands of their husbands, and his body is still buried in the backyard.

Now that people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Law Enforcement Hall have come to investigate, it would be a lie to say that I'm not worried.

The wives and concubines were worried, and Chen An was even more worried.

But as the head of the family, he couldn't show it at this time.

He just gave his wives and concubines a few words of advice and then led them out to the alley outside the house.

At this moment, residents from every household in the alley came out.

But what was different from the past was that the people coming out did not line both sides of the alley.

This is because many male cultivators in the alley were forced to become mercenaries, many died on the battlefield, and few came back alive.

The number of residents in the alley has only decreased and not increased, and over time, there have been fewer and fewer residents in the alley.

You know, in the past, the ratio of men to women was almost the same throughout Green Willow Lane.

But now at a glance, the number of females is nearly twice that of males.

In many families, there is only one man in the whole family, and the rest are wives and concubines.

Among these wives and concubines, there were few original wives. Many of them were widows taken in from deceased neighbors' homes, and they all looked good.

Those with poor looks and high cultivation were forced to go to the battlefield, while those with low cultivation were arranged to work day and night in the logistics department.

"Stand still, don't move around!"

A ferocious-looking monk from the Law Enforcement Hall shouted loudly.

There is an elder, a hall master, and three deacons in the Law Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

And he is the hall master.

After seeing that the residents had settled down, the hall master surnamed Huang said respectfully to Elder Zhao beside him: "Elder Zhao, all the residents have come out. Do you have any plans for the future?"

Elder Zhao said calmly, "Two people in a group, divided into ten groups, go door to door and search the houses to see if there are any personal belongings of Deacon Tang in the house, and ask the owner of the house if he knows anything, and see if you can find any clues."

When Master Huang heard this, he immediately arranged for his men to divide into groups of two and search house by house.

As for himself, he waited on the spot for Elder Zhao to give the next instructions.

After hearing what Elder Zhao said, Chen An couldn't help but feel relieved.

He also thought that Elder Zhao, as a powerful foundation-building master, would have some means of searching his soul and questioning him, and he was worried that he would be exposed.

As a result, Elder Zhao's methods seemed to be no different from the field investigations in his previous life.

At most, the attitude will become tougher.

However, this method of investigation could not reveal that Deacon Tang had ever appeared in Chen An's home.

Because when Chen An dealt with the corpse afterwards, he used a special fire to burn the corpse and the corpse's personal belongings to eliminate the aura.

Not to mention humans, even if a spirit dog came, it would definitely not be able to find anything.

Chen An thought so with a calm expression.

However, the calmness disappeared in the next second.

Because Elder Zhao from the Law Enforcement Hall was walking towards him with Hall Master Huang.

"Husband..."

Song Huaying became very worried upon seeing this, and couldn't help but reach out and grab the hem of Chen An's clothes, her palms sweating slightly from nervousness.

She was a mortal and would instinctively feel nervous when facing strange monks.

Chen An was afraid that she would be exposed, so he gave her a sleeping spell.

Song Huaying felt sleepy and fell asleep instantly, and was supported by Gu Xinyue beside her.

Chen Yuejian, who was originally in her arms, was now also hugged by Wen Zhiyun.

"Elder Zhao."

"Master Huang."

Seeing that Elder Zhao and Hall Master Huang had already walked up to him, Chen An said respectfully.

Master Huang said “hmm” indifferently.

Elder Zhao did not respond. His eyes fell on Wen Zhiyun's belly and his brows furrowed slightly.

He is a foundation-building cultivator with a strong spiritual sense. Even though Wen Zhiyun has no fetal movement at this moment, he can still sense the life in Wen Zhiyun's belly.

"Friend Wen, are you pregnant?"

"Um."

Wen Zhiyun said in a cold voice.

When Elder Zhao heard this, he immediately became furious.

In the past, he pursued Wen Zhiyun as a great foundation-building expert, but Wen Zhiyun ignored him, saying that she wanted to abstain from sex and concentrate on cultivation, and could not have any romantic feelings.

As a result, Wen Zhiyun now married Chen An, a low-level alchemist, and was pregnant with Chen An's child.

Haha, she was talking about practicing abstinence, but now it seems that she is nothing more than a slut who only cares about her looks.

As soon as she saw the handsome male cultivator, she immediately married him, but within a year, she gave birth to a child.

Damn it!

Elder Zhao became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He could not help but said to Hall Master Huang with a cold face, "I suspect that Deacon Tang's disappearance is related to this family. Follow me in to search!"

It was called a search, but in fact they just wanted to go in and see what kind of family Wen Zhiyun married into.

He really wanted to see where he lost!

Is it really just because of appearance that he lost?

Accompanied by Chen An's family, Elder Zhao and Hall Master Huang entered the house.

Master Huang is really searching.

Elder Zhao, who suggested coming in to search, immediately went straight to Wen Zhiyun's room based on his sensitivity to different people's auras.

In the name of searching, he looked at his goddess's boudoir greedily like a dog, sucking in the smell inside and feeling great satisfaction in his heart.

However, when he smelled the fragrance of heather in the air, he was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead. He clenched his fists and wanted to smash Chen An, who was holding Wen Zhiyun's hand.

He could imagine how many brutal fights had taken place in this small boudoir and how many billions of lives had been wiped out. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he had a cerebral hemorrhage.

He couldn't stay in this place which was full of shame for him for a moment.

He waved his sleeves violently, turned around and walked out of the room, saying in a violent voice: "Master Huang, let's go!"

Hall Master Huang responded and left quickly.

"Husband, I felt that the way Elder Zhao looked at you just now seemed full of murderous intent..."

Gu Xinyue said with some concern.

Chen An also felt it and knew the reason.

Because he had heard from Wen Zhiyun that this Elder Zhao was once Wen Zhiyun's suitor.

Moreover, he can be called an avid pursuer of bootlickers.

"Don't worry about this. If there's nothing else, just go away and do whatever needs to be done."

Chen An said to his wives and concubines beside him.

The wives and concubines were all very obedient. Gu Xinyue sent the sleeping Song Huaying back to her room, and Wen Zhiyun also sent Chen Yuejian in her arms over.

Watching their backs as they left, Chen An stayed in Wen Zhiyun's room and sat down, starting to think about whether he could defeat Elder Zhao.

poison?

Sneak attack?

trap?

Or... a dust bomb? After thinking about it, Chen An only had these insidious tricks in his mind, but they all seemed unreliable.

He thought about it again and felt that the most urgent thing was to quickly become a second-level alchemist and then join the Treasure Shop to obtain protection.

The next step is to nurture my daughter's growth, and let her learn to draw Qi into her body as soon as possible, so that she can embark on the path of immortality and obtain system rewards.

"My dear, I am a little worried that the man surnamed Zhao might harm you."

Wen Zhiyun came back from Song Huaying's room, walked over to Chen An's side and sat down with a worried look on her face.

Chen An took one of her jade hands and played with it, kneading and pinching it, saying, "Don't worry, your husband will be able to become a second-level alchemist in a few days. By then, as long as we can successfully join the Treasure Pavilion, even if the leader of the Bamboo Leaf Gang comes, he won't be able to do anything to us."

"Um."

Wen Zhiyun leaned on Chen An's shoulder, a look of relief on her face.

She thought back to her previous life as a loner, where she had to do everything by herself and didn't know who to talk to when she had troubles.

Now, I only need to serve my husband as well as possible in bed and don’t have to worry about anything else. My life is much more comfortable than before.

It’s great to be a little woman.

Thinking about it, Wen Zhiyun felt like acting like a spoiled child for some reason, with a hint of affection in her eyes as she said:

"Husband, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat? Your husband will make it for you."

"I want to eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk."

"It's OK if you let me do it, but fried dough sticks and soy milk are not easy to make and take a lot of time."

"But I just want to eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk."

Wen Zhiyun stood up and sat on Chen An, stretching out her slender arms to hug his neck. Her usual arrogant face now became particularly tender.

Chen An couldn't stand her attack, but he didn't want to spoil her too much, so he said: "I can make you fried dough sticks and soybean milk, but you have to pay me a little."

"So...what reward do you want, my husband?"

"I want to hear you tell me how Elder Zhao from the Bamboo Leaf Gang pursued you in the past."

"I can tell you, but you have to make fried dough sticks for me to eat and grind soy milk for me to drink first. I will tell you while eating and drinking."

Wen Zhiyun's face regained its usual arrogance, and she began to bargain skillfully with Chen An.

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