After being forced to marry a natural enemy

After he flew back to Shen Guizhou, the officers and soldiers searching around continued to move again. He whispered to Shen Guizhou: "They are looking for the little bastard we picked up."

Shen Guizhou asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Say it's a headhunter, and run away."

"Hey! Those two over there, what are you muttering about? Don't speak in a low voice!" The officer and soldier on horseback drove the horse forward a few steps, pointed at the two with the long whip in his hand, "Speak for thirty more Slabs!"

Ye Xinglan's complexion suddenly turned cold, his eyes were full of coldness, as if he was ready to go.Shen Guizhou hurriedly sent him a voice transmission, "Forget it, let's avoid trouble."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a burst of bustle and bustle in the crowd. Ye Xinglan followed the eyes of the crowd and saw the mourning team walking towards them on the cleared official road.There were no more than three or five people in the funeral team, they didn't blow or beat, they just walked forward numbly carrying the boxy coffin.

The officer and soldier on horseback frowned, and shouted at the mourning team: "Have you eaten all the eyeballs?! Didn't you see that the fugitives are being searched here?"

The mourning team did not intend to stop at all, the lead mourner squinted at the officers and soldiers, and said disdainfully: "The priest's wife is going to the funeral, and the idlers back down."

The officer and soldier spat hard on the ground, with an angry face, but there was nothing they could do about it, "It's bad luck to have a funeral every day!"

Ye Xinglan glanced suspiciously at the few people carrying the coffin, and felt a familiar feeling in his heart. He seemed to have seen these people before somewhere.He was about to ask Shen Guizhou, but he saw that Shen Guizhou's expression froze in place, and his lips trembled slightly.

He immediately sensed something was wrong, and quickly asked him: "Qingqing? What did you see?"

"Xinglan... the person in the coffin is the person in the sedan chair two days ago." Shen Guizhou was shocked, and said: "I still remember the fragrance on her body, I can't smell it wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scattered voice from a distance, "Yesterday, a newlywed in a red sedan chair, today a lonely tomb outside the city... Ha ha ha, high priest, lawless, lawless...!"

I saw a drunken man in disheveled clothes holding a flagon in his hand, passing by the mourning team crookedly, repeating these few words endlessly in his mouth.

The search of shops around was still going on, and the officers and soldiers on horseback rode forward and said disdainfully, "It's you again, a drunkard!"

Finally got his anger out, he unceremoniously whipped the drunkard's hand, the drunkard trembled in pain immediately, the flagon was thrown to the ground, in a split second, the flesh on his arm burst open, scarlet Blood flowed down the wound, which was shocking.

The drunkard began to howl, and the mournful howl passed through the long street like the wind, reaching everyone's eardrums.Seeing him crying and howling, the officers and soldiers twitched their braids more frequently, tossing and turning, mercilessly, as if whipping a disobedient animal.But the people around were still watching indifferently and dully, no one spoke, and even the expressions on their faces didn't change a single bit.

Shen Guizhou finally couldn't stand it anymore, and pressed his hand to cast a spell.

The officer and soldier whipped again, but this time, the drunkard didn't feel any pain. He lost all pain sensation in his body, so he murmured in amazement: "I...have been beaten to death? That's fine, Miss Sun, Now I can finally go with you..."

The next moment, there was a howl from the officer and soldier. He took two steps back and looked around vigilantly, "Who! Who is beating me!"

But there was not even a ghost around him. The officer and soldier became furious, and his hostility became even worse, and he lashed out at the drunkard, but every time he whipped the man, it was as if he was whipping himself, and the pain was excruciating. Unbearable.

After a while, the officer and soldier was in so much pain that he couldn't get up on the ground, so two people came to help him down.

After a while, the officers and soldiers finally let everyone go after searching, except for the drunkard lying on the ground dying.Shen Guizhou grabbed Ye Xinglan's hand and walked towards the drunkard, asking, "Will they find the inn?"

"Don't worry, with Bian Xia and Ke Qing at the inn, nothing will go wrong."

"Hmm." Shen Guizhou glanced down at the man who was beaten to a bloody mess on the ground, and stretched out his hand to him, "Get up, we'll take you to the hospital."

The man let out a sigh of relief, and sat up tremblingly, "Thank you, my lord, you don't need to go to the hospital anymore, I don't deserve my life."

"You're so injured, you'll die if you don't treat it."

"That's my fate too."

Shen Guizhou was in trouble, and turned his head to look at Ye Xinglan as if asking for help, Ye Xinglan immediately understood what he meant, and gave him a sure look.

The next moment, Ye Xinglan rolled up his sleeves and began to stretch his muscles. His tone was full of viciousness, and he said eagerly, "If you don't go to the clinic, I will make you regret coming to this world."

That man seemed so frightened that he was sober, what kind of psycho is this man!

Shen Guizhou widened his eyes in shock, "What do you want?"

"Take him to the clinic." Ye Xinglan cracked the joints in his hands, "No one can go against my wife's will."

As soon as the words fell, he felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head.

Shen Guizhou couldn't help his face twitching, and said with a fake smile: "I'm sorry, my hands are itchy again."

Ye Xinglan pursed his lips into a straight line, and said, "Forget it, if you bully me today, I will bully you back someday."

An ominous premonition rose in Shen Guizhou's heart, he looked at him suspiciously, and said to the man: "Don't you always say that your parents are responsible for your body, hair and skin? How can you give up on yourself like this."

The man was dragged to the hospital by Shen Guizhou's husband and wife, both soft and hard.

The doctor of the medical hall gave medicine to the man in the room, while Shen Guizhou and Ye Xinglan were waiting outside. There was only a curtain between the room and it was not soundproof.

Shen Guizhou asked: "Why are the officers and soldiers so domineering? If he hadn't been stopped, his posture might really kill you in the street."

Before the injured alcoholic could reply, it was Lang Zhong who spoke first, "My lord is a cultivator, right? It seems that he doesn't know much about our secular affairs."

Shen Guizhou prevaricated: "I am similar to a monk who cultivates immortals."

It's just that they are people and we are monsters.

The doctor said again: "I don't know, my lord. In our country of Jing, the positions of officers and soldiers are passed down from generation to generation. The ancestors of these officers and soldiers are all descendants of the founding officers and soldiers, so they are naturally pretentious."

Ye Xinglan said again: "Even if you are pretentious, you can't ignore people's lives in the street, right?"

The drunkard continued, "The reason why Jing State was able to defeat Yun State and Zhao State to rule the world is because there is such an army that can control the undead."

Shen Guizhou asked back: "Undead?"

"Exactly, we don't know the real body of the undead, but with the help of the monks, these soldiers have successfully domesticated them. Now who sees these officers and soldiers in the capital, they don't go around." The doctor gave the drunkard good medicine, took The medicine pot came out from the inside, "Except for this one who doesn't want to live."

Shen Guizhou asked, "Sir, do you know this young master?"

"Young Master Liu is a regular visitor to our clinic." The doctor shook his head and left with the medicine jar in his arms.

Mr. Liu came out of the separation, Shen Guizhou remembered the words he had muttered just now, and read also: "Yesterday the newlyweds were in the big red sedan chair, and today there is a lonely tomb outside the city wall."

Hearing this, Mr. Liu's depressed eyes were stained red. Shen Guizhou knew that Mr. Liu knew something, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "What kind of person is that priest?"

Mr. Liu sat paralyzed on the wooden chair with his wounds dragged, and he didn't see any vitality in his eyes, "I only know that the high priest is a member of the national teacher, he will marry a bride every two months, and the brides he marries can't live for five days. It’s not so much a marriage as a sacrifice.”

Ye Xinglan asked suspiciously: "Then why is there anyone willing to marry their daughter to him?"

Mr. Liu seemed to be thinking of something, and laughed at himself, with hatred that could not be concealed in his voice, "Because there is a betrothal gift...you can get it if you have money."