The small tavern in Yi County was dimly lit and bustling with noise.
Chen Zhennan sat at a dilapidated wooden table in the corner, while Yan Shiyu sat opposite him with the same icy expression, as if even the lively atmosphere around him couldn't affect him.
Chen Zhennan clicked his tongue, reached out and picked up the wine pot on the table, gently shaking it, the wine making a crisp sound in the pot.
He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Yan Shiyu, who quickly and precisely took it, as if he were carrying out a mission.
Chen Zhennan smiled helplessly, a playful smirk playing on his lips: "Dude, we're having a meal here, can't you relax a little?"
Yan Shiyu shook his head slightly: "No, Commander, this is not our territory. If I relax, danger may occur at any time."
Chen Zhennan twitched the corner of his mouth and joked, "Performance? Can't you perform? It's just acting."
Yan Shiyu shook his head again, indicating that he couldn't act. Chen Zhennan was speechless and slowly drank his wine.
The two men listened to the surrounding guests talking about the killing of more than a hundred people in seven counties the previous night. They described the incident as very strange, saying that the dead were being punished, that the people who killed them were starving civilians, and that it was the ghost soldiers who killed them.
"I heard that more than a hundred people were killed in seven counties last night, and the rumors are that it was all done by ghost soldiers!"
"Yes, I heard that those who died were punished for their actions. They were all people who starved to death and had their throats slit. It was a terrible tragedy!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu exchanged a glance. The real culprit was sitting right there, yet they claimed it was the ghost soldiers who committed the murders.
However, Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu remained very calm, both smiling without saying a word.
Yan Shiyu's lips twitched slightly, as if he was trying to suppress a smile, but in the end he couldn't help it and a rare smile appeared on his face: "General, is this a compliment or an insult?"
"Tsk! What kind of talk is that? Of course it's a compliment. Even if it's an insult, I'll take it as a compliment."
After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Zhennan put down two taels of silver, then turned and left the tavern with Yan Shiyu.
The sky was overcast, with low-hanging clouds, as if a storm was brewing.
A cold wind howled, carrying a fine drizzle, causing him to wrap his coat tighter and purse his lips.
"It looks like it might rain tonight." He frowned slightly, his voice low. "Give the order to eliminate all those bastards on the list who are bringing disaster to the country tonight, leave no one alive."
Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyu immediately nodded and replied, "Yes, Commander, I will make arrangements immediately upon returning."
Chen Zhennan hummed in agreement and walked back towards the inn. The cold wind was like a knife, cutting painfully into his face.
Back at the inn, Yan Shiyu quickly relayed the orders to his subordinates, while Chen Zhennan pondered quietly in his room.
As night deepened, a cold wind blew through the window cracks, bringing a chill.
Chen Zhennan pushed open the door, and Yan Shiyu was standing outside with a nervous look on his face.
"I'm going to kill this man with my own hands!"
Chen Zhennan slowly took out a slip of paper from his sleeve, on which the name was clearly written.
Zhang Quan was once one of his subordinates. He was skilled in martial arts and cautious. They had fought side by side on the battlefield.
Zhang Quan's abilities are beyond question, but he is extremely indifferent to the common people. He once captured thousands of villagers from the surrounding area to use as a human wall in order to attack the city, resulting in the deaths of thousands of people from arrows.
Later, because of Wu Yunyin's pleas, Chen Zhennan did not behead her.
Unexpectedly, he has now come under Zhou Xiong's command, and he is increasingly disregarding the common people, exploiting them for a long time, and even reinstating corvée labor, forcibly conscripting people to cultivate his land.
"I can no longer tolerate the existence of such a person, but I will make him die a horrible death."
Yan Shiyu nodded slightly: "I've heard of this person as well. He's extremely self-centered and doesn't trust anyone except himself."
"Let's go, let's find him under the cover of night."
Chen Zhennan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, turned and walked towards the door, with Yan Shiyu following closely behind.
The night was as dark as ink, a cold wind howled, and the streets were deserted.
Of the eight counties in Minnesota, only Estonia does not require patrols, because anyone who dares to go out at night is no pushover.
Gradually, the people of Mingzhou began to stay home at night, and the entire county town seemed to be under curfew.
Zhang Quan was originally the magistrate of Yi County, but he never lived in the county office.
This Yi County seems to be shrouded in an invisible curse, with successive county magistrates dying mysteriously in the county office.
Zhang Quan was a firm believer in gods and ghosts. In his mind, the county government office was filled with yin energy at night, like a ghost town, with the sound of ghosts wailing echoing in his ears, making him feel terrified.
In addition, he was already feeling guilty, and the county government office was like a den of demons that devoured lives to him, so how could he dare to live there?
Chen Zhennan arrived at the entrance of the Zhang residence. Yan Shiyu was about to step forward to check the situation when Chen Zhennan stopped him.
Yan Shiyu was somewhat surprised, his eyes filled with doubt, and he asked in a low voice, "General, what's going on?"
Chen Zhennan did not answer immediately, but stood quietly on the road, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.
Suddenly, a cold wind howled past, and Chen Zhennan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to his head, as if countless icy hands were groping his body, making him shiver involuntarily.
He carefully examined the location of the Zhang residence. From a feng shui perspective, this place was practically a haunted house!
The main gate of the Zhang residence faces northeast, a direction known as the "ghost gate" in feng shui.
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