Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Wu Tongxue was woken up by the noise and was about to get up when suddenly all the sounds outside stopped.

ended?

I suddenly woke up with a headache and was still very sleepy, so I turned over and went back to sleep.

When Yan Liang entered, Wu Tongxue had already fallen asleep again, buried in the red quilt, her sleeping face serene, with a blush of sleep on her cheeks.

Black hair spread out, some of it pressed under her face, revealing her fair and clear skin.

The once empty room now contains many exquisitely crafted items, and a bamboo cup sits by the window with several fresh flowers facing the sunlight.

Yan Liang stood there for a while, then closed the door and went out, heading to the kitchen.

At the brigade leader's house, Brigade Leader Yan Zhihua had only taken a few steps when a niece ran towards him, calling out "Second Uncle".

Yan Zhihua frowned and reached for his pipe. "What's wrong now?"

After running over and stopping to catch her breath, Yan Chunhua immediately said, "That educated youth Feng is causing trouble again, and he even went to Aunt's doorstep. Second Uncle, you should go and take a look."

Yan Zhihua frowned deeply, put the pipe behind his back, and strode away.

There's never a moment when things are easy.

"Second Uncle, wait for me, I'm coming too." Yan Chunhua quickly followed.

Halfway there, another nephew came running towards us.

"Second uncle, second uncle!"

"I have something to tell you." Yan Cunzhong ran over and suddenly stopped.

Yan Zhihua stopped in his tracks. "What is it you want now?"

Without even taking a breath, Yan Cunzhong exclaimed, "Uncle is back!"

"Which uncle?"

"It's that uncle, the one who just passed away not long ago." Yan Cunzhong started rambling in a hurry, finally revealing the name, "It's Uncle Yan Liang!"

"He's back, he's home now."

The captain paused in his act of picking up his pipe. "Yan Liang?"

"It's true, a lot of people saw it, Second Uncle, come with me quickly."

A flood of thoughts rushed into his mind in an instant, sending a chill down his spine.

Thinking of the mountain god worshipped by Yanjiacun for generations, and then considering the time and reason for Yan Liang's disappearance, a strange feeling arose in my heart.

Without looking at his nephew again, the brigade leader strode towards Yan Liang's house.

To find out what happened, just go and see for yourself.

The gate to the courtyard was half-open, allowing direct access into the courtyard, as if it had been anticipated.

In the middle of the courtyard, a man in a linen robe sat at a table, picking vegetables. He was handsome, and the courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of him picking vegetables could be heard.

Yan Cunzhong followed the brigade leader in, subconsciously slowing his steps. He swallowed the address he was about to utter and obediently shrank behind the brigade leader.

He looked around carefully, and his second uncle looked the same as before, with no change.

"Second Brother." Yan Liang put down the dishes, looked up, and said in a flat tone, "You've arrived. Please sit down."

The team leader stood with his hands behind his back and his feet apart, then turned to Yan Cunzhong and said, "Go back to work first, and remember to close the door later."

Yan Cunzhong scratched his head. "I'll go now."

Strange, my second uncle is back safe and sound, so why don't they all seem excited or thrilled?

Forget it, let's just get out of here.

Yan Cunzhong was slow to act and was glared at by the captain.

After the gate closed, the brigade leader walked to the table and sat down, casually placing his pipe and tobacco pouch on a corner of the table.

"Tell me what you've been through lately." He stared intently at Yan Liang.

Yan Liang glanced back at the room, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Second Brother, perhaps we should discuss this at the ancestral hall."

The captain couldn't wait any longer, "Just get to the point."

His heart was pounding wildly, following the legend that had been recorded and passed down through the ages…

It might be true.