After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

Zhenma's guess was soon confirmed.

Because Song Zhen sent her a message: [Mother, please prepare more dishes. I will be back in two days.]

The moment I saw the message, my pupils constricted.

"The engagement was really broken off!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Zhenma quickly packed all the rabbits at home into a basket and sold them all at market time, leaving not a single one behind.

After exchanging the money, she went to the best restaurant in town for a big meal.

The most striking thing is that she cried while eating.

The bitter voice twitched again and again, "Why is my life so miserable..."

"I raised you with good intentions, but you didn't let me live a good life for even a single day."

"I thought a man would take you in, but you were rejected..."

"What should I do? What else can I do except have a big meal? Wuuuuu..."

Two neighbors happened to be there for dinner, and when they recognized Zhen Ma, they immediately mocked her, "Song Qiaoqiao, what's wrong? Your husband died again?"

"My husband said that we should stay away from people who bring bad luck to their husbands. They are unlucky!"

After hearing this, Zhen's mother glared at them with red eyes, "Just wait, my daughter will be back soon, and then she will tell your whole family's fortune!"

"If I can't kill you, I'll just send a few ghosts to live in your house for a year or so!"

When the neighbor heard this, his eyes widened instantly, "What did you say, Song Zhen is coming back?"

Zhen Ma gritted her teeth and said, "That's right, if you're scared, then take advantage of the last two days and get out!"

"..."

The two neighbors lost their mood to eat, turned around and ran out of the restaurant, ran back to the village, and rushed into the village chief's house.

"Village chief! The scourge of the Song family is coming back! In two days, it's absolutely true! Her mother said it herself!" The two women shouted at the top of their lungs as if the sky had fallen.

"Song Zhen?" The village chief's wife ran out of the kitchen, surprised, "Didn't she marry and move to Kyoto? I checked the car with the little golden man on the front that day, it started at 10 million yuan! Why is she back now? Did the rich man regret it and don't want it anymore?"

The old village chief was watching the Mark Six lottery in the house. When he heard the noise, he slowly came to the living room.

After learning the whole story from them, he immediately picked up his phone and gave the village party secretary an order: "Gather all the men over the age of 18 in the village to block the roads. No matter how big or small the roads leading into the village are, start from ten kilometers away and block them all with fences!"

The village party secretary asked: "Village head, what happened?"

"Song Zhen's virus is back. The whole village is on alert to fight the epidemic!"

……

Two days later, the "virus" arrived as expected.

The convoy stopped in front of a three-meter-high fence, with large rocks blocking both sides of the fence.

"President, according to the latest satellite images, all roads leading into the village have been blocked."

Huo Yunzhou held the phone in his hand and his face darkened when he heard the words from a certain little demon who was a supervisor at the Space Bureau.

"understood."

He hung up the phone, turned around and asked Song Zhen: "Is it like this before?"

"No." Song Zhen said truthfully: "On the day I left the village, the villagers beat gongs and drums, and the village chief sent villagers to clear the fallen rocks and obstacles on the roadside. The whole journey was unobstructed."

As for why there were so many obstacles today, Huo Yunzhou understood without Song Zhen continuing to explain, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This is just a small matter that doesn't require his magical powers.

His motorcade consisted of a driver and three bodyguards in each car.

"Clear the roadblock!"

At the command, the driver and bodyguards came forward with their weapons.

These villagers spent a lot of money to set up a fence every ten meters, using all the real weapons they used to fight the epidemic back then.

But under human power, it collapsed in an instant.

After the roadblock was cleared, the convoy moved forward again until it reached the village entrance.

Groups of villagers blocked the archway leading to the village, and when they saw the ten black cars approaching with great force, they showed no sign of retreating.

The villagers held up signs with the words "Go away, God of Plague" and chanted in unison: "Song Zhen, Song Zhen, God of Plague, God of Plague, no way, no way, get out of here!"

Repeated slogans were heard inside the car.

Song Zhen's face looked very calm, but Huo Yunzhou next to him had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

These people are so nice!

When he was in Kyoto, he thought the path she was walking on was a smooth road.

It turns out that it was so bumpy!

"Or I'll call my mother and ask her to come out to get the gift and then we can go!" Song Zhen didn't want to get entangled with these villagers, he just wanted to see his mother.

Huo Yunzhou pressed her phone directly on the seat and said, "My wife is going back to her parents' home, how can she be wronged! I'll go out and meet them!"

Song Zhen: "Uh..."

She could sense that he was angry, really angry.

Well, let him be!

The Rolls-Royce stopped suddenly and the back door was kicked open by Huo Yunzhou.

The noble and imposing handmade black leather shoes stepped heavily on the uneven gravel road.

In an instant, a layer of dust rose around the shoes.

But not a speck of dust dared to fall on his leather shoes, as if isolated by an invisible force.

As Huo Yunzhou, dressed in a black suit, walked out of the car with a stern step, his straight figure and intimidating aura instantly shocked the villagers.

Villager A: "Who is this? So impressive!"

Villager B: "Did Song Zhen undergo a sex change operation?"

Villager C: "Even if he has undergone gender reassignment surgery, he can't reach that height all of a sudden! This man is estimated to be nearly two meters tall!"

Just as the villagers were talking about it, thirty bodyguards rushed out of ten black cars.

Each of them rushed towards the villagers with a ferocious aura, and formed a horizontal formation to confront the villagers.

The villagers were so scared that they kept shouting “Wow!”

Are we going to fight?

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The village party secretary held his breath and shouted angrily, "This is a good village, protected by the state!"

"Hmph, a good citizen village?"

Huo Yunzhou had lived in the countryside for more than 20,000 years. In his memory, the villagers were simple, kind, and hospitable.

Unfortunately, with the changes of the times, the old mountains have been hollowed out, and the ancient trees and villages have disappeared without a trace.

The folk culture with profound roots has also been impacted and shattered, resulting in the fact that even such unruly people now dare to call themselves "good citizens"!

Huo Yunzhou walked towards the villagers step by step with a stern aura, and the bodyguards moved to both sides to make way in the middle!

The villagers were frightened by his natural aura of a superior, and everyone worked together to push the village party secretary to the front!

The village party secretary wanted to back down but he couldn't, so he just held his head high and looked directly into Huo Yunzhou's fierce and determined eyes.

Soon, Huo Yunzhou, who was 1.9 meters tall, stood right in front of the village party secretary, who was just over 1.6 meters tall. The two were less than 50 centimeters apart.

Huo Yunzhou looked down at the village party secretary with a threatening tone, "Are you the leader here?"

"Yes," the village party secretary was still arrogant, "Brother, I see that you have an extraordinary demeanor, and we don't have to stop you."

"As long as you can prove that you have nothing to do with Song Zhen, the plague god, the whole village will serve you good tea and wine!"

Huo Yunzhou chuckled.

"Plague God? Are you talking about Miss Song Zhen, whose assets now amount to 49.5 trillion?"

When the village party secretary heard this string of numbers, his pupils widened.

The villagers nearby kindly leaned over to his ear and reminded him, "Village Party Secretary, this person just said that Song Zhen has a huge amount of assets worth 49.5 trillion..."

"The combined assets of all our villagers can't even match her amount..."

Village Party Secretary: "I'm not deaf!"