The evil woman travels through the book and saves the sinners in the famine year

"Where is Village Chief Mo?" The prefect looked solemn, his brows furrowed, and his voice was filled with anxiety.

"How would we know where Village Chief Mo is? We have never seen him. We only heard that the person who helped us was Village Chief Mo." A man said unhappily.

"Has anyone here seen Village Chief Mo?" the prefect asked loudly while sitting on horseback.

He held the horsewhip tightly in his hand. If Village Chief Mo was a descendant of the Mo family, then all nine of his clansmen would have to report to the underworld!

The prefect recalled an event that happened more than 20 years ago. Not long after he took office as the prefect of Liangzhou, he received a secret decree from the emperor.

He was asked to focus on protecting the Mohist group, so he took all the officials of Liangzhou Prefecture to greet them early in the morning.

However, I heard that the team escorting the serious criminal encountered bandits before entering Liangzhou.

He was still young at that time, so he avoided everyone and went on horseback to look for it, and he actually met it.

Although those people were ragged and thin, there was an unyielding light flashing in their clear and determined eyes.

Especially the three children in the middle of the team, even though they had to sleep in the open air, one of them was as pretty as a piece of jade.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from the road ahead, breaking the surrounding silence.

Several knights in gorgeous clothes rushed out like a violent storm, with stern faces. It was obvious that they were not soldiers of the imperial court, but some nobleman with his assassins.

The assassins were much more powerful than the bandits. The group of convicts were caught off guard and chaos spread in an instant.

Amid the flying dust, the sound of swords clashing was harsh and crisp, accompanied by the neighing of horses and the roar of people.

Even he who was hiding far away couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and could feel the urgent sense of crisis from a distance.

His heartbeat threatened to burst from his chest, and the chaotic sounds around him became a lingering sound.

His eyes were fixed on those knights, and an impulse arose in his heart. How great it would be if he was a martial arts master!

That was his only chance, perhaps he could complete the secret order of His Majesty, but unfortunately he had no martial arts skills.

They could only watch the three groups fighting each other. The convicts had been fighting with the bandits for a long time.

Those assassins who were chasing him were very brave. In an instant, the wind and sand were blown up, and he could not see anything. He could only hear the sound of swords clashing.

In the end, only a few gorgeous nobles and a few assassins were left on the cliff, and all the exiled descendants of the Mohist school were killed.

The tragic sound left a deep mark in his heart, and the sudden conflict became a turning point in his destiny.

He could only insist that he had not seen the group of convicts passing by, and he had no idea how those gentlemen in fancy clothes dealt with the aftermath in the end.

Apart from insisting that he had not seen it, he dared not say another word. From then on, he managed Liangzhou conscientiously.

His Majesty did not hold him accountable, and he never dared to take the initiative to leave Liangzhou again.

He has been doing this for more than 20 years, and in the past two years he has been training people to succeed the position of prefect.

Unexpectedly, we were so unlucky as to encounter a drought that occurs once in a thousand years!

The prefect was eager to know whether Village Chief Mo was a descendant of the Mo family, after all, he had seen them.

"I haven't met Village Chief Mo."

"I haven't seen it either."

"We only heard that Village Chief Mo is a living Bodhisattva, maybe in heaven!" A thin man said with awe in his tone.

"It's impossible to be in heaven. After all, someone saw Village Chief Mo a few days ago, and he had a beautiful wife by his side."

A thin man spoke boldly, his fingertips trembling as he stroked the broken bowl in front of him.

Hearing everyone talking at once and no one could come to a conclusion for a long time, the prefect's heart tightened.

His eyes wandered among the crowd. These refugees were so brave that they dared to celebrate the New Year here without even seeing their savior!

"Well, tell me where Village Chief Mo lives. We need him to come out and seek justice for us."

He tried hard to suppress the complexity in his heart, but his voice was firm, as if only finding Village Chief Mo could change his predicament.

"We don't know much about it either. This information comes from the front." A young refugee said with difficulty.

"Where is ahead?"

“Just keep going forward. Those who live at the foot of the mountain must have seen Village Chief Mo.”

"Well, you guys continue eating." The prefect said kindly, his eyes wandering over the refugees.

Looking at their ignorant eyes, he knew that these people were not lying.

"Since Village Chief Mo is at the foot of the mountain, let's continue walking. Say goodbye."

Seeing that their leader was polite to a group of refugees, the followers did not dare to shout and just followed their leader obediently.

The prefect's personal attendant whispered, "Sir, are you sure you want to go forward? These are extremely vicious refugees!"

"Do you think they are causing trouble for us?" The prefect warned him dissatisfiedly, and a faint glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

"We must find someone with the surname Mo. If he's easy to get along with, then we'll get along well with him. Otherwise..."

A trace of gloom passed across the prefect's face and he made a gesture of wiping his neck. Don't blame him for being cruel.

But he also has family, and they don’t want to die either!

"..."

The follower didn't dare to respond easily. He found that the night had become even darker at this moment.

He felt a vague sense of unease in his heart, as if a bigger storm was about to brew in Liangzhou.

Mo Lengzhou didn't know that the Liangzhou prefect had already set his sights on him and was on his way to find him.

He was setting off firecrackers with Lu Zhitao to celebrate the New Year.

Mo Lengzhou stood amidst the brilliant flames, the world around him seemingly ablaze. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, mingled with the bustling voices of people and the deafening crackle of firecrackers. An unconcealable smile graced his face, his eyes twinkling like stars, reflecting the vibrant colors of the surrounding fireworks, reminiscent of the long-lost joy in his heart.

Beside him, Lu Zhitao's laughter, as clear as a silver bell, pierced the boisterous crowd. Her face, illuminated by the firelight, looked especially delicate, like a newly blossomed peach blossom, brimming with life and energy. She waved firecrackers in the air, her face brimming with excitement, as if everything in the world existed for her at that moment. With every blast of firecrackers, she couldn't help but cast a brilliant smile at Mo Lengzhou, as if it were her best wishes for the New Year.

"One more!" Lu Zhitao desperately pulled Mo Lengzhou, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The vitality in her gaze seemed to inspire him to pursue greater happiness. A warm current surged through his heart, as if the fireworks and their laughter had connected their hearts.

Behind them, lanterns hung high on both sides of the street, their glowing red lights reflecting the festive atmosphere. Passersby's faces were filled with smiles, as if the entire city was celebrating this moment. However, Mo Lengzhou was oblivious to this. His mind was filled with Lu Zhitao's laughter and the flying fireworks, and all his worries and troubles were forgotten in this moment.

Amidst this laughter and joy, the Liangzhou prefect's men scoured the streets, searching for the misunderstood young man. Meanwhile, Mo Lengzhou and Lu Zhitao, immersed in the carefree celebration, were completely unaware of the whirlpool of fate they were being swept into. Their joy was like the most beautiful bubble in the world, shimmering with dazzling light yet fragile and vulnerable to bursting.