Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 87 Another Self

  Ren Qing took out a bucket hat and put it on. Since there are really strange things hidden in the village, it can no longer be regarded as an ordinary return home.

   In a serious tone, he warned Yanjun and the two to be careful in everything, and then he quickened his pace and walked along the mountain road to Bazi Village.

   When everyone could see the entrance of the village, they saw a caravan composed of several merchants.

   The leading middle-aged trader was leading the donkey cart. At first, he didn't notice Ren Qing and others. They stopped at the entrance of the village.

   After Ren Qing approached, the face of the middle-aged man suddenly changed.

  Ren Qing and the three of them were dressed in solid clothes and hats, giving people the feeling of being escorts walking in Xiangxiang.

  The bodyguards who can go out of town these days are somewhat capable.

   However, Bazi Village is located in a remote location, so how can any goods be delivered here.

  When did the villagers see such a lively village in the village, they all stopped to watch with surprise on their faces.

   Fortunately, Ren Qing and others did not carry weapons, so the middle-aged businessman dared to ask: "Three heroes, you can ask here..."

   "We were dispatched by the yamen."

  Ren Qing's words came to an end, and the middle-aged man immediately understood.

   After watching Ren Qing and the three of them walk into Bazi Village, he said decisively, "Let's go back the same way, this trip will be delayed."

"But……"

   "There's nothing good about it."

   The rest of the businessmen were a little hesitant, but the middle-aged businessman just said two words, and everyone immediately began to pack up.

   "The jailer."

   For the merchants who were walking in Xiangxiang, encountering a jailer would definitely involve life-threatening trouble, so they had to be careful.

  Ren Qing's actions naturally attracted a lot of discussion among the villagers.

  Bazi Village cannot be self-sufficient, so it occasionally goes to Sanxiang City to replenish supplies.

  The arrival of the merchants in the village is almost like a festival for them, but now things have changed suddenly, and it is inevitable that there will be some criticism.

  Jun Yan asked nervously, "Ren Qing, do you want to go in first?"

   "Wait a minute."

  Ren Qing pressed down his hat.

   In his eyes, the shadows of some of the villagers were extremely dim, almost invisible.

   And the well was filled with a thick black-red liquid.

   Poultry fight each other to eat carcasses.

   But so far, although the village is full of weirdness, I haven't noticed the traces left by the weird things.

   After a while.

   The hobbled old man hurried towards the entrance of the village, and on the way yelled at the villagers who were watching the fun and retreated.

  Ren Qing doesn't know much about the old man, only know that his name is Ren Shisan, who has been around fifty, and has been the village chief of Bazi Village for decades.

  Ren Shisan clearly understood that they were from the yamen, and hurriedly invited them to his courtyard.

   also asked his son Ren Xing to stand at the door, lest any villagers come to make trouble.

  The interior of the house is relatively simple, but there are several landscape paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, and there are also four treasures of the study placed on the wooden table.

  Ren Shisan was born in a scholar, and he spoke with the voice of an old scholar. He politely served tea and poured water.

   "My lords, I've been exhausted by boat and car all the way."

  Ren Qing is still calm, giving people the feeling that strangers should not approach.

   "Father, is there any trouble in Bazi Village these days?"

  Yanjun and the two did not interrupt, after all, Ren Qing was mainly responsible for the task, and the latter's strength was far superior to them.

   Ren Shisan said with a wry smile: "It was true that strange things had been happening some time ago, but recently it has returned to normal. In fact, it shouldn't bother you adults."

  Ren Qing asked about the ghost press, and found that what Ren Shisan described was not much different from what was recorded on the note, and similar situations had long since disappeared.

   If he hadn't noticed the difference with his heavy pupils, he might have thought it was a false alarm.

  Ren Qing glanced at Yanjun and Zhang Mu, it seemed that the strange thing had to be found by himself, and he didn't know what the techniques involved were.

   He didn't tell Ren Shisan in detail, but just informed him that he would stay for a few days.

  Ren Shisan hurriedly asked his daughter-in-law to clean up the guest rooms in the courtyard. Most of the idle houses in the village were rather dilapidated.

  Ren Qing didn't plan to go to recognize his relatives for the time being, but he asked casually: "By the way, how is the situation of the old man Ren's family?"

  Ren Shisan was stunned and replied: "Fortunately, after the eldest of the Ren family died, the child did not go to work in the yamen, but worked at home to serve his mother."

   He couldn't help but boast a few words, mixed with dissatisfaction with his son Ren Xing.

  Ren Qing stopped, suddenly feeling unreal.

   The situation in his family is absolutely impossible to go wrong, and the names of the two brothers and father are still on the yamen's dead yamen roster.

   How can there be an extra child?

  Ren Qing thought about it. The strange thing happened in Bazi Village was in the beginning of March. It was a little later than when Ren Qing left the village. Could it be related?

   His eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly calmed down, but Yan Jun and the two still saw some clues.

   But the two only thought that Ren Qing had something to do with Bazi Village, and didn't know his origins.

  Ren Qing stayed in the guest room with patience, and by the way told Yanjun and Zhang Mu of what Chongtong saw.

  Yan Jun saw that he used this technique to turn his hair into a python, and spread it all over the grass to check the situation. If any villagers approached, he could turn it back into blue silk.

   When it was a little later, the three of them slipped out of the guest room quietly.

   They all have pythons tied to their wrists, which not only makes it easy for Yanjun to contact them, but also can be reflected on the latter when they pinch them.

  Ren Qing asked the two of them to go to the well in the middle of the village together, while he checked the other self at home alone.

   Even if there is a mutation, they can always support you in the Bazi Village.

  Ren Qing went straight to the location of his hometown, and saw a simple fence separating the courtyard, and some melons and fruits were sparsely planted.

   And the house was still brightly lit.

   He jumped to the eaves, and looked inside by moving the gap created by the tiles, and there were two figures swaying vaguely.

  Ren Qing couldn't help frowning.

  Although the angle of view is limited, it is obvious that there is a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy with a thin appearance.

   The appearance before contacting Ren Qing with the spell is almost carved out of a mold.

  Ren Qing's biological mother, Mrs. Chen, ignored the young man who was constantly walking. She sewed up her clothes by candlelight. Even though her face was wrinkled, her hands were stable when threading needles.

   The young man yawned stiffly and said, "Mother, I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed earlier too."

  Chen shi nodded kindly, but didn't answer, and still repaired his clothes earnestly.

  Ren Qing found that Chen Shi was clearly shrouded in candlelight, but the shadow seemed extremely thin, as if it would disappear at any time.

   He sneered, no matter what, if there is a problem, solve it.

  Ren Qing fell back into the yard, then slipped into the house through the window beside the side door, and saw the young man lying on the bed soundly asleep.

  The dragon snake ridge slowly drilled out from the palm and stabbed directly at the opponent.

   Blood splattered.

  The dragon and snake ridge slashed across Juvenile Lang's thigh, leaving a long and narrow wound.

   But he still closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

   (end of this chapter)