The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 47 Lost and Found

The night is getting darker.

On the second floor of a residential building not far from the Yangzhou Dusi Tianjian Yamen, Wang Wen yawned and patted Xu Ergou on the shoulder, saying, "You keep an eye on it first. I'll go back and take a nap. Wake me up at four o'clock to relieve the shift..."

Xu Ergou sat in front of the half-open window and nodded, "I'll call you if anything happens."

Wang Wen said "hmm", turned around, rubbed his eyes and walked into the inner room...

At noon, he brought dozens of brothers from the Cao Gang out of the Dusi Tianjian Yamen, and then dispersed everyone, asking them to go back home and look for their mothers.

He, along with Xu Ergou, wandered around the city for most of the day, and then quietly returned to this house under the cover of dusk... This house was the old residence of one of his former subordinates. They had often spent the night here after drinking, so they were very familiar with the place.

After lying on the messy bed, Wang Wen lost his sleepiness and began to sort out the clues he had in his mind again...

In fact, even he himself couldn't tell what he was afraid of.

He just had a very strong intuition...something big might be happening in Yangzhou City!

As for this intuition, it actually came from the fact that the Chief Astronomical Observatory was being led by the White Lotus Sect, but seemed indifferent.

Or it was because Zhao Zhiling knew that the White Lotus Sect had great ambitions, but still allowed the White Lotus Sect to withdraw many of his capable generals one by one, putting himself in danger.

He didn't understand either.

He could only be sure of one thing, that is, people are not clay or wooden sculptures. It is impossible for them to know that their opponent is accumulating strength and then remain indifferent and wait for their opponent to use a big move.

Those who would do this are either seeking death, or are fearless, or are keeping calm on the surface but secretly gathering strength to prepare for a counterattack.

And no matter how you look at it, Zhao Zhiling doesn't look like he's tired of living.

Therefore, he was either fearless or gathering strength to prepare for a confrontation with the White Lotus Sect.

Wang Wen currently has too little information and clues, and he cannot tell whether Zhao Zhiling is confident or secretly preparing a big move.

So he wanted to jump out of this vortex first, wait to see the wind direction clearly, and then decide on the next move...

He said without hesitation: He was afraid of death, and he was even more afraid of dying without knowing why!
As for why he didn’t return to the Qinghe Gang?

But he had not yet figured out how to face Huang Xingde.

Just what if, what if Huang Xingde really colluded with the White Lotus Sect, what should he do?
He had clearly stated it last time...

Wang Wen was lost in thought and his eyelids were getting heavier.

After a while, a thunderous snoring sound came from the bedroom.

In the other room, Xu Ergou sat upright on a bench, clinging to the windowsill and staring intently at the Dusi Tianjian Yamen across the street. He was still racking his brains to think about what exactly his eldest brother meant by "something big happened"...

……

"Big brother, big brother..."

In a daze, Wang Wen seemed to hear a familiar voice calling him. He turned over, covered his eyes with one hand and muttered, "Don't disturb me, I'll sleep for another quarter of an hour..."

As he spoke, his delayed consciousness suddenly realized...wasn't there any light in the room? Why was it so bright?

He stared at the Yin Chaling in front of him for two seconds, then suddenly reacted, hurriedly rolled over and fell on the bed, and with a tiger's tail move, kicked upside down in the air.

The voice was startled by the low explosion and retreated hurriedly: "Brother, please show mercy, it's me, it's me..."

"Ok?"

Wang Wen finally woke up completely, and looked towards the corner where the sound came from with a mixture of shock and confusion.

At that moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and an oil lamp flew into the inner room.

Wang Wen quickly jumped up and reached out to catch the oil lamp...

The next second, Xu Ergou rushed into the room with a steel knife in hand. He glanced around and suddenly his eyes bulged out: "Fuck, three knives?"

"What the hell, Ergou?"

Wang Wen and Xu Ergou stared in amazement at Chen Sandao, who, except for a little transparency, looked exactly the same as when he was alive. Their minds were frozen. They had never thought that they would see this guy again in this lifetime...

In the corner, Chen Sandao stayed away from the two of them, sticking to the wall. He waved at them tremblingly, "Didn't expect it? I'm back!"

Wang Wen: "Fuck!"

Xu Ergou: "Fuck!"

The two of them were filled with joy and surprise as they stepped forward together, wanting to give a hug to their lost brother.

However, their actions frightened Chen Sandao in the corner so much that he leaped onto the beam and waved his hands desperately in fear: "No, no, no, don't come near me, it will kill me..."

Xu Ergou didn't understand and asked, "Aren't you dead?"

Chen Sandao immediately patched up his words: "You said the wrong thing. If you come near me, I will be scared to death!"

Wang Wen: …

Xu Ergou...

……

A moment later, fire lit up on the first floor of the house.

Wang Wen and Xu Ergou sat on both sides of the square table, staring at Chen Sandao, who was leaning over the incense burner and sniffing like a starving ghost, as if they were looking at something rare.

Chen Sandao felt embarrassed by their stares, and extended his hand politely, "Would you like to have a couple? You're so exciting!"

Wang Wen: "No, just smoke it."

Xu Ergou: "Be polite to us!"

Chen Sandao grinned and continued to move closer to the incense burner, sniffing the misty smoke...

The two of them saw clearly that every time the dead man took a puff, the flames of the three sandalwood sticks would light up once, and the incense sticks would drop sharply.

Xu Ergou asked with great interest, "Sandao, how does it feel to be a ghost?"

Chen Sandao looked thoughtful. "How should I put it? I feel a little cold, a little weak, and a little dizzy..."

Xu Ergou asked excitedly, "Can it fly? Can it pass through walls like they say in the storytelling? If you're not paying attention, you can see a beautiful woman taking off her clothes..."

"We'll talk later!"

Wang Wen interrupted Xu Ergou's nonsensical questions with a stern face and said sternly, "Sandao, isn't today your seventh day? Why are you running here instead of going home to visit your parents?"

Chen Sandao was stunned for several seconds and said in shock: "Fuck, today is my seventh day?"

Wang Wen was even more shocked than him and asked, "Fuck, you don't know?"

Chen Sandao spread his hands: "I think I just slept for a while, how would I know?"

Wang Wen: "Then how did you wake up? And how did you get here and find me and Ergou?"

"I, I, I..."

Chen Sandao stammered "I" for a long time, but couldn't make any sense. He simply gave up thinking: "Anyway, I woke up in the Ximaqiao area. As soon as I woke up, I felt terrified and scared, as if there was a tiger watching me in the dark. I ran desperately, and the more I ran, the more awake I became. Then I thought about going back to the government office to look for you. As soon as I got here, I heard big brother snoring..."

"Xima Bridge?"

Xu Ergou scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Isn't your home near Taiping Bridge? Why did you go to Xima Bridge? You're going the wrong way!"

Chen Sandao also scratched his head: "I don't know either. Anyway, I woke up in that area..."

Wang Wen looked at the man and the ghost in silence: "Is my snoring really that obvious? Can it be heard outside the house?"

The man and the ghost nodded and said in unison: "Yes!"

　I visited three relatives today and got home very late. I really don’t have time to write the second chapter and I’m a little exhausted... That’ll be it for today. I’ll go back to Chongqing tomorrow. I didn’t have a single day off during the entire Spring Festival. Am I considered diligent?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)