Chapter 042 The Four

Ever since Tarona had allowed the Blood Nun's maternal love buff to take the lead, the Blood Nun's hoarse madness finally stopped, and she no longer had to consume a lot of magic power* to forcibly suppress the Blood Nun's rampage due to unfulfilled obsessions.

Her current state is: still a berserker, but as long as there is no external stimulation, reason will always prevail.

Thumbs up.

Wuqing, on the other hand, gained a mother who loved him passionately. He no longer had to think about how to be a good child. The motherly love of the black and white nuns, which was like a magma eruption and had nowhere to go, was enough to overwhelm him.

The chief constable was an excellent speaker, with clear logic, quotations from classics, and was very convincing. Unfortunately, the children didn't listen.

A group of little radishes showed the same stubbornness as their mother in one respect.

So each side calls each other by their own name. If you say you are the older brother, I will call you the younger brother.

What evil thoughts could a child have?

They just wanted a younger brother.

Wuqing looked at the children for a while, then finally sighed as if in compromise and agreed that they should call him that.

But it was impossible for him to call them brother or sister.

The children were very satisfied. They got a new brother, so they took out their treasured toys and shared them with the new brother.

The girls held their beloved dolls and showed them to Wuqing with great anticipation. These were dolls made for them by their mothers themselves!

The boys carried out a big box, which contained all of their toys, including building blocks, small wooden swords, knight cloth helmets sewn with needle and thread, and hero capes that could only be enjoyed by the victors!

"Which one do you want?"

Everyone wanted to share their favorite toys with the new brother, but the brother only had two hands, so he could only choose two at most.

So here comes the question -

Whose toys does your brother like more?

A lovely war without gunpowder has begun at this moment!

Ask where did [Blood Nun] go?

Of course, she always follows her children, like a ghost, passing through walls, trees, and any obstacles, always keeping the same distance from her children.

In order to be able to interact happily with her children without being disturbed by others, she even divided the park into two halves, and only the housekeeping puppets could traverse the two sides of the park.

Apart from the things that could not be compromised no matter what, such as feeding, dressing, and carrying, Wuqing accepted most of the care from the black and white nuns. Even such very intimate things as combing the hair and tying the crown were handed over to this mother who was extremely enthusiastic about all matters concerning the child.

Wuqing Wumu was lucky that the [Blood Nun] had other children to divert his attention. Otherwise, if he was alone, he would never be able to climb out of the pit of social death in this lifetime.

People in the paradise cannot sense the existence of time. Three days is neither long nor short. For the ruthless person who has to do shame seven or eight times in an hour, it is indeed too long. For the [Blood Nun] who wants to put a child in her body, it is too short.

When the system prompted that the "Scarlet Mother's Love" had reached thirty-six hours, the "Blood Nun", whose crazy obsession had long since turned into a bottomless pit, sighed unwillingly. The irresistible rationality dispelled the chaos and madness that filled this body with overwhelming force.

The bloody ghost turned back into a beautiful lady as quiet as a sculpture, with her dress fluttering and her veil floating. The blindfolded nun smiled tenderly under the tree, like an oil painting that would be passed down through the ages.

She pushed the young man in blue out of the door. The fairy-tale paradise gradually became blurred behind them. Light mist surged in from all directions, drowning out the wailing that had not yet begun and the blood-red sunset.

Wuqing is holding a cute and exquisite rag doll, which is a gift given to him by his "sisters" because the boys failed to win the debate on "what kind of farewell gift should be given to the new brother", so this wave is a big victory for the girls.

The doll is filled with their blessings for their new brother:

"You'll grow up fast!"

"You will be healthy and happy!"

"You'll always have your favorite food!"

"You will always have your loved ones by your side!"

"Oh, you will never be apart!"

Wuqing turned around and looked in the direction they had left. The mist had obscured his vision and he could only vaguely see some outlines.

The dozen or so children held hands and stood quietly under the wooden door, watching him go away.

Mother would eventually return, only their new brother would be gone forever.

The living should not come to the kingdom of the dead. Go away, go away, and return to your own kind.

Go to the warm sunshine, go to the bustling world, I hope there will be sweet cakes in your world, and I hope there will always be warm wind in your dreams.

Goodbye, our three-day-old brother.

Goodbye, goodbye.

…

Only God knows how Zhui Ming survived those three days.

He is just a famous constable, not a bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. He can help out temporarily, but is he really supposed to be the highest official in Jizhou? He can't do it! He can't do it!

Mr. Cui was worried, as he lived under the same roof with a group of civil servants every day and was often dragged over to discuss important matters. Whenever he spoke, he racked his brains, and he had already exhausted all his wisdom in half a lifetime to come up with a plan.

Every time he picked up a densely written document, he would cry out in pain in his heart: Senior Brother! Senior Brother! My senior brother who saves the suffering! Where have you gone? When will you come back to save your poor Third Brother?

He is really dying.

God bless you, how could anyone employ a constable as a civil servant?

It would be better to let him take the few remaining yamen runners to go from street to street to comfort the people, or to go to the government warehouse to distribute food and supplies, rather than keeping him here to approve documents!

Zhui Ming, a poor constable who could not get relief, was also reviewing documents in pain today.

Fortunately, he had done good deeds in the past, and finally he never forgot about it, and there must be a response -

Early in the morning of the fourth day, his senior brother came back!

The moment he saw Wuqing outside the prefectural government, Zhui Ming wanted to rush over and cry. He had really had enough of the past three days! He didn't want to live another day like this in his life!

He's just a constable! A constable!

Unfortunately, Madam Luo was standing next to Wuqing, her eyes still covered. But Zhui Ming could feel her cold gaze falling directly on him. Master Cui San was froze and managed to stabilize himself narrowly.

Help! Miss Luo has clearly turned back into her normal appearance, why does he still feel so cold?

Less than a quarter of an hour after Zhui Ming came out, the civil servants inside sent people out to look for him. They acted like a little chick looking for its mother.

Seeing this, he looked at him doubtfully: "What's going on?"

Why would something written on paper come to haunt me?

Zhui Ming really wanted to find someone to talk to and pour out his troubles, so right at the gate of the prefectural government, he told Wuqing and Tarona all about the horrible life he had spent over the past three days.

That day, Zhui Ming followed Tarona's instructions and went to the dungeon to rescue people. After rescuing the people, he rushed to the land temple without looking back. Fortunately, these people had become mutants and could easily keep up with him who had fully activated his Qinggong.

On the way, he had no time to explain, so Zhui Ming pulled the government's banner and said that the government had heard about the great changes in Jizhou and invited a master who had never seen the world to come and subdue the demon. In order to make them believe him, he even made a small sacrifice and turned into a cat in front of them.

When everyone saw it, they immediately believed it 70%.

They hurried and finally returned to the land temple before dawn.

As soon as the day broke outside, all the people he had rescued were forced to half-kneel on the ground in unison by some invisible force. The muscles on their faces trembled, and veins on their foreheads and necks bulged, as if they were enduring tremendous pain.

Just as Zhui Ming was about to go forward to inquire, they screamed and began to vomit violently, vomiting out fishy and smelly black water one after another, and the clean ground of the land temple was completely soiled by them.

The children who came out to check after hearing the noise were so frightened that they hid behind Zhui Ming, trembling with fear in their eyes.

They saw that the people on earth were the same as those who had imprisoned and tortured them.

After the officials finally spoke out and calmed down, the fear in the children's eyes gradually faded away, and was replaced by confusion and bewilderment.

——These people turned from mutants back into humans.

Zhui Ming looked at the sky outside, and his admiration for Lady Luo was further sublimated.

Or is there something she can't do?

They turned back into humans, but what about the monsters in the city?

There was no news, no signs, Zhui Ming just followed his intuition... Madam Luo had already killed the monster, and his missing senior brother had been rescued from the monster's lair by Madam Luo for the second time.

Wanting to quit, Zhui Ming did not dare to delay and took a group of people to rush to Jizhou Prefecture.

Sure enough, his guess was correct, but he never expected that when the monster died, the mutants that were transformed by it also died with it.

Thousands of people disappeared without any warning overnight. Even the prefect in charge was nowhere to be found. The Jizhou prefecture, with its people in panic, was in chaos.

He hurriedly found Jin Jian and others, but could not find Wuqing and Luo Niangzi. Zhui Ming had no time to think about it. He led the officials he rescued into the deserted prefectural government and took over this huge mess with gritted teeth.

Before he became a disciple at the Shenhou Mansion, no one told him that as a constable he would have to do things that would give civil servants headaches in the future.

But in an emergency, he had to do it even if he couldn't do it anymore.

The officials who had suffered the great disaster quickly got into the right state. Although there were still some stumbling blocks, orders to appease the people were issued one after another. The Jizhou Prefecture, which had been in a mess, finally saw some improvement.

The guards of Jizhou Prefecture were completely wiped out, leaving only less than three hundred yamen runners. The first judge to come to his senses, Lu Lin, issued three conscription orders and finally recruited new yamen runners after noon. There were a total of more than a thousand people, a mix of new and old, who were finally able to get through the current emergency smoothly.

but--

These civil servants who had just escaped from the jaws of death kept clinging to Zhui Ming, their savior, saying that they were still in shock and begged him to stay in the government office and save people until the end so that they could calm down.

Chasing life: ...

Zhui Ming only regretted that his legs were not long enough. Why didn't he get out of the house before they opened their mouths?

So it is not good to be too soft-hearted. Zhui Ming was kept, but not just to do nothing. These civil servants also assigned him some paperwork. The problem was that there were not enough people, so the accountant was used as a lawyer.

What can Mr. Cui San say?

I could only sigh and pick up my pen to get started.

Sigh, a detective who solves cases and catches thieves actually has a day when he becomes a civil servant.

I really should have brought Leng Xue along when I came here. How could such a good thing be enjoyed by him alone?