The spear in front of him was rusty and loose, and the red tassel had already lost its bright color in the wind and rain. Even the barrel of the gun was a miserable look of bending and cracking.

Even if Roshen doesn't want to make any associations, such a weapon can be used as a companion for soldiers to survive on the battlefield, which is enough to explain many problems in this country.

With blue and white eyes scanning these neat clothes, but without a single armor on their bodies, and their bodies could never be regarded as strong city defenders, Luo Shen could almost think of why hundreds of thousands of Jurchen soldiers would be able to completely conquer this huge country with a population of hundreds of millions in the future.

"Child, where are the adults in your family?" The petty officer, who was obviously the leader of the defenders of the city, asked.

"My lord? Don't I look like an adult? Roshen shrugged.

Of course, in this day and age, the action of shrugging shoulders is not understood by soldiers.

"This kid is certainly not from the city, and I have never heard of a child with white hair...... And this blue eye, even the western Tatar will not be this color. A middle-aged clerk who was dispatching people in the porridge shed said.

"Barbarians, perhaps?" The officer judged.

However, Luo Shen, who was stopped, was really impatient.

Faced with the spear that stopped at the height in front of him, Luo Shen easily crossed over the soldier's head with just a slight jump. The soles of the feet hit the ground, and the light bend of the legs unloaded the impact.

By the time the soldiers reacted, it was too late to stop him.

With his extraordinary speed, Luo Shen easily rushed into the city, and soon disappeared into the crowded market.

Although the soldiers were in a commotion for a moment, after all, they were just a child-like Fanbang, so no one really cared about it anymore.

However, if these soldiers knew the consequences of putting Roshen into the city...... I'm afraid they'll regret it.

……

Midnight.

Yu Lao Dao sat cross-legged in the wing room behind the Taoist temple, and then the light of the oil lamp counted today's income.

Twenty taels of snowflakes and silver for the exorcism of the king of Dongcheng.

In the Taiping Fang, the butcher asked for the peace charm of three coins of silver.

plus Boss Tong who brewed wine on the willow slope.

The income of these big heads alone made Yu Lao Dao smile, and he almost didn't make a sound, offending the Sanqing Patriarch.

But for Yu Laodao, there are not many good days like now.

Yu Laodao, who has been a Taoist priest for most of his life, couldn't be clearer - although they are Taoists who are native to the Ming Dynasty, compared to the ability to make money and fool, they can't catch up with the bald donkeys in the west of the city!

Jumping up and down, turning heels, and burning borax is just to earn a few evil spirits, divination of good fortune, and quick money.

But what about the bald donkeys?

You don't have to move all day long, just sit in the temple and knock on the wooden fish, bask in the sun, and casually collect some pilgrims' filial piety to eat the brain full of fat, that is called a comfortable!

But......

Yu Lao Dao sneered, and his expression was indeed a little proud: "Rao is that you bald donkeys are cunning like ghosts, don't you want to drink Lao Dao's footwashing water in the matter of catching ghosts and exorcizing evil spirits?" ”

Recalling several things that have made him a lot of money in recent days, Yu Laodao can't help but feel a little proud: "Hehe, it would be nice if there were more strange things!" ”

However, he did not know at this time that the "strange things" he was expecting now would soon spread into a prophecy......

It's just that when the time comes, everything will deteriorate to the point of no return.

And that day came.

But no one will send him money......

……

Cheng.

Wang Yi was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and the candles and oil lamps inside and outside the house illuminated the room, which made Wang Yi's heart feel a little more stable.

What's more, he knew very well in his heart that he had already explained that several of his very capable servants were guarding the door of his bedroom with axes and sticks in their hands before nightfall.

However, Wang Yi also knows in his heart: How can there be a thousand days of thief prevention in this world?

In the past few days, he has been able to rely on people to protect him, can it be said that these healthy servants can always stay by the side like this every inch at night? If things can't really be resolved...... I'm afraid it will be a hidden danger in the future.

Recently, when he remembered that thing was still hidden in his mansion, Wang Yi felt unwell.

Although Wang Yi has already had the idea of moving after the death of two people, as one of the largest families in the city, where can they say that they will move away?

You must know that there are not many mansions that can accommodate dozens of their families and two or three times as many people as this one.

Knock Knock Knock ——!

There was a knock at the door.

"What's the matter?" Wang Yi asked a little irritably.

"Back to the master, the little master is clamoring to go to Yunxiangju, but the second lady is not letting me, and he is making trouble in the lobby at this time." Outside the door, the voice of Wang Yi's close servant Wang San'er came from behind.

Hear the reply.

The anger in Wang Yi's heart was ignited at once.

He stood up from the bed suddenly, and scolded angrily: "Yun Xiangju, Yun Xiangju!" At a young age, I know how to fight dogs, walk birds, and visit kilns! What kind of green building is running on this joint eye, see if I don't break his dog's legs! ”

Wang Yi, who was angry, taught his son not to mention it here.

In the Taipingfang in the west of Pingyang Prefecture, the butcher surnamed Zhang, who usually kills pigs and slaughters sheep and sells meat for a living, looked at the missing half of a pig and a sheep in his shop, and his face turned black.

"His grandmother's land! Lost again! Lost again! Why is this meat-stealing goblin targeting me? There are so many meat, chickens, and ducks in this Taiping Fang...... Stealing me?! See if I don't catch you and chop you up! ”

Butcher Zhang thrust the sharp knife of the cow ear in his hand into the meat case, and scolded.

The scolding was energetic, and he also hung it around his waist, and when a strange thing happened a few days ago, he ripped off the peace charm that he begged from the old road in the city, threw it on the ground and stepped on it a few times.

However, the angry butcher did not notice that a white worm more than a finger long was wriggling and sliding towards the top of his head on the iron hook fixed to the beam of the house for hanging pork......

Unaware, Zhang Butcher was still angry.

The insect wraps its body around the bottom of the hook, and what appears to be the "head" of the insect is tentatively probing downward, as if judging the target......

Ultimately.

The insect let go of its tail and fell straight down to the neck of the butcher below.

Before the Zhang butcher could react.

The bug 'sniffed' and fell into his collar.

Immediately after, a tingling pain and the feeling of something burrowing through his skin and burrowing into his body made Zhang Butcher frightened. He writhed desperately, a pair of thick fat hands scratching at his back...... It seems that he wants to catch the culprit who made it all happen.

However.

His overly large and fat body and stubby arms made it difficult for him to save himself.

When he remembered that he had taken off his clothes and rushed out of the butcher's shop to ask his neighbor for help, the neighbor who thought it was a little strange only saw a small inconsequential wound and a little blood stain on the greasy fat back of the butcher.

Zhang Butcher saw the doctor, but finally returned home with a bad curse.

He didn't realize that the worm that had burrowed into his body was gradually approaching his brain......