"What?! They brought in minced meat?! Have these bastards gone mad?! Are they trying to take everyone down with them?!"
"What...what are we going to do! That ravine isn't far from here!"
"Yes, yes! What if, what if we attract...we'll be dead for sure!"
...
The village entrance, which had just quieted down, suddenly erupted into chaos again.
Huo Chengche listened to the villagers' comments and sensed that something was amiss.
Tong Youlin panicked this time, grabbing Huo Chengche as if he were a lifeline, his eyes pleading with fear and trepidation, "The gods must save us! We...we will definitely offer a memorial tablet to the gods!"
Huo Chengche didn't have time to think further about what was wrong with the villagers' words. He heard that Tong Youlin's words were getting more and more outrageous and full of useless talk, so he simply interrupted him, "You said they are government officials? Have you seen them clearly?"
Tong Youlin nodded hurriedly, “There’s no mistake! I could never have misjudged the county magistrate! Immortal, you must save us!”
"I...I saw the poisonous snakes they put in the baskets! And several baskets full of minced meat. The county magistrate himself said it was to attract the poisonous snakes!"
Tong Youlin held onto Huo Chengche tightly, his voice hoarse and trembling with anxiety, almost changing into a different tone, his head covered in cold sweat.
Huo Chengche's expression darkened. "Did you hear anything else? As you said, government officials are usually lazy in their work, so why are they in such a hurry this time?"
Putting everything else aside, buying this venomous snake would cost a considerable amount of money. It seems like they're taking a desperate gamble.
The young man's calm and composed demeanor acted like a stabilizing force, calming the sudden panic in everyone's hearts.
Seeing his little fairy's calm face, Tong Youlin was no longer so panicked. He calmed down and thought carefully, "Right, right! I heard them say that...that some 'Your Highness' is coming. They were afraid we would tell on them, so...that's why..."
Upon hearing this, Huo Chengche's gaze turned icy. "Heh, so you wanted to kill me to silence me."
If the magistrate is afraid of him, then this matter will be much easier to handle.
Huo Chengche looked at Tong Youlin and said, "You should still deliver the letter to Liang Sheng, the Prefect of Jingzhao, at the Taoist temple. Also, relay what you just told me to Liang Sheng. He knows what to do."
"Lord Liang, can you save us?" Tong Youlin touched the letter on his chest. Although it was a question, his trust in Huo Chengche had made him less afraid.
“Of course, if he can’t even stop a mere magistrate of Linghe County, then his time as Prefect of Jingzhao is over.” The young man curled his thin lips, his brows stern, and gave a cold smile.
Liang Sheng, who was quietly curled up and dozing off in the dilapidated Taoist temple, suddenly sneezed in his sleep.
He opened his eyes groggily, his mind still a complete blank. He was so sleepy that his eyes immediately swelled up again. He rubbed his nose haphazardly, tugged at his cloak, and then started snoring again.
Looking at the murderous intent in the little immortal's eyes as he spoke, Tong Youlin suddenly felt that the Prefect of the Capital was also quite unlucky.
I was sleeping soundly in my own bed early in the morning when suddenly a little deity used magic to transport me to a chilly Taoist temple, where I was subjected to such strict demands.
Indeed, with greater responsibility comes greater ability.
Tong Youlin nodded hurriedly and immediately ran towards the dilapidated Taoist temple.
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