Sister, stay away from me

"Hmm...can you elaborate on that?"

"I can't go into too much detail, I can only hint a little bit. Patriarch Ye has a younger brother, do you know about this?"

Both Uncle Duan and Wenjin Ye are smart people, and Uncle Duan will understand if Wenjin Ye hints a little.

Ye Hongru did have a younger brother, it was no secret.

However, Ye Wenjin specifically mentioned that there must be something hidden in it.

After thinking about the information about that younger brother, Uncle Duan found that there was very little information about him, only that he was known as the reincarnation of a sage when he was young, and a great Confucian in the world.

It's just that later, for some reason, he suddenly disappeared, and there has been no news since then.

However, Ye Hongru was originally of mediocre aptitude, but after his younger brother disappeared, he suddenly rose to prominence, published endlessly shocking articles, and soon became a great Confucian scholar and the head of the Ye family.

Combining these information and Ye Wenjin's hint, Uncle Duan finally had a guess.

Ye Hongru's talent was stolen from his younger brother!

Chapter 37 New Destination

Uncle Duan had doubts about this matter, and so did the others.

However, doubting a great Confucian scholar for no reason, even if he said it out, would be punishable.

Ye Wenjin only mentioned it tactfully. As for whether Uncle Duan can think about it, it is Uncle Duan's business.

Since Liu Qi was in charge of this kind of thing, the other party suddenly appeared here and asked Ye Wenjin not to continue to investigate. The deep meaning in it is a bit intriguing.

"Well, I see. One last question, what would you do if the group beat you just because of a misunderstanding, not because you were bewitched?"

"What else can I do? Of course, forgive them. Don't blame those who don't know."

Uncle Duan instantly felt that Marven Ye was really a model of Confucianism, and he was completely different from his young master.

The young master definitely doesn't like this kind of person.

Feeling guilty about cheating.

Taking out the Dazhou map, Uncle Duan marked a point on the map and calculated the direction.

Before carrying out the mission, Wang Huai specially sent a letter to Uncle Duan, in which he stated that he would leave for a period of time to escort someone to Beijing for the exam.

Now there are still 25 days until the test day, which is not too tight in terms of time, but if the interference of being hunted is added, the time is not enough.

(If it is the young master, which way would you go? The young master knows my disguise technique, so now I should go in disguise, so I should consider the main road. Well, I probably understand.)

After putting away the map, Uncle Duan said to Ye Wenjin: "Let other people pay attention, start searching along the road, and pay attention to the ones that are particularly handsome, but don't startle them, wait until we get there. After all, the murderer has strong martial arts, and we must be able to take it down." .And the other party is proficient in disguise, so don't use the previous portrait."

Using local officials as scouts while secretly protecting the young master is the basic policy set by Uncle Duan.

Hearing Uncle Duan's arrangement, Ye Wenjin was full of admiration.

"Mr. Iron Catcher, you can know that the other party is handsome without even seeing him?"

"The wounds on your body can only be inflicted by very handsome people."

If someone else said that, Ye Wenjin would only give the other party a few taels of silver, and introduce some good doctors to the other party by the way.

But these words were spoken by Tie Chuan, and Ye Wenjin could only feel that the martial arts are profound and profound, and he could even deduce whether the person who hit someone was good-looking or not.

But after thinking about it, Ye Wenjin asked again: "The other party is proficient in disguise, why can't he make himself ugly?"

"Some people can't make themselves ugly. Even if he wants to make himself ugly, his facial features won't allow it."

Seeing that Uncle Duan was so sure, Ye Wenjin was even more impressed.

Entering Taoism with martial arts is really amazing.

I can see everything.

On the other side, Wang Huai and his party escaped from Stone Forest City, and then successfully hooked up with Xia's family.

This is a troupe of 21 people, and all their belongings are in three carriages. They usually travel around and do some red and white things to make a living.

The head of the theater troupe was a hale and hearty old man with a red burn covering half of his face, and he never left his pear-blossom cigarette stick.

After driving the carriage past Wang Huai and his party, the old man ordered the carriage to stop again, and only after Wang Huai and his party came over did he tap on the cigarette stick and ask, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Beijing."

"Want a job?"

"think."

"boarding."

In this way, Wang Huai and his party found another foothold.

The old man didn't talk much, and the chief steward of the theater troupe was also a dull person, but the young steward was a boy of the same age as Wang Huai, and after a few words of familiarity, he explained his background clearly.

They are all from Luojia Village, almost all surnamed Luo.

The class leader, old man Luo, was said to have sung on the big stage in the capital when he was young.

However, once the stage was flooded, old man Luo hurt his face, so he went back to the village and began to teach the skills of singing. After a long time, he also got some team members and accumulated a little popularity.

This time I went to Beijing because old man Luo's theater fans held a birthday party and specially invited old man Luo to sing an opera, and the reward was not low.

If you sing well, you might be able to take root in the capital.

The boy who talked to Wang Huai was named Luo Xiaosheng, and from the name, he knew that he was born for the play.

"I was picked up by old man Luo. At that time, the troupe was short of a young student. Old man Luo intentionally sent me in that direction, so he called me Luo Xiaosheng. Hey, what's your name?"

"Wang Huai, this comatose person is Duan."

"This man's name is really strange. Are his parents illiterate? Ah, am I impolite to say that?"

"It doesn't matter, he's in a coma anyway, it doesn't matter how ugly it is."

Looking at Duan who was still in a coma, Wang Huai felt something was wrong.

His punch shouldn't be too harsh, but the opponent is just unconscious.

If the opponent's breathing is not stable and the heartbeat is normal, Wang Huai would think that he has beaten the opponent to death.

But now he has no good way, he can only take Duan who is sleeping with him all the time, so as not to delay the other party's scientific research.

Zheng Wuqianliu naturally turned into a shadow and stuck to Wang Huai's side, but the reaction of the third senior sister made Wang Huai a little confused.

Last night, the other party already knew that he would answer every question now, and what he said must be the truth.

According to Wang Huai's conjecture, the other party should take advantage of this time to ask a bunch of questions to completely defeat him.

But the strange thing is that since the other party found out, she has remained silent on the road. Even if she wanted to say something, she just pulled the corner of Wang Huai's clothes and signaled with her eyes.

I don't understand.

All the way to the evening, the old man Luo found that he was still far away from the next village, so he knocked on the cigarette pole as a signal, and said briefly: "Sleeping in the open."

Hearing the old man Luo's order, the chief steward, a silent and stout man immediately yelled at everyone to stop the carriage, light the bonfire, assign people to watch the night, and everything was done in an orderly manner.

And the old man Luo came to Wang Huai who was doing nothing, took a puff of cigarette first, and then asked: "What will you do?"

"You don't even know what I'm going to do, so you let me get in the car?"

"Long and handsome, as a signboard."

"The old man has vision. I know a little bit of martial arts and medical skills, and it's no problem to manage accounts."

Wang Huai was not interested in medical skills before, but he gained a lot of experience in medical skills from the blood doctor.

After that, I learned a lot under Uncle Duan's guidance, and now it's no problem to go out and be a good doctor.

Hearing Wang Huai said that he would see a doctor, old man Luo's eyes lit up, he pulled a member over and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Wang Huai felt the pulse: "Caries, hemorrhoids, athlete's foot, infertility."

The man who already had three children turned pale instantly.

"Infertility is very recent."

His face turned red again.

The old man Luo let go of his hand in satisfaction, and smiled for the first time on his face.

I picked up a doctor when I went out, so my luck is really good today.

He personally scooped up a bowl of mushroom soup for Wang Huai, and the old man Luo added another piece of bacon for Wang Huai, and then he greeted, "Come over when you're done with your work. I'll give you a doctor today!"

The theater troupe has been working for a long time, and there are more or less problems.

Some people have a sore throat, some people have knee pain, the good-looking ones have insufficient kidney qi, and the unattractive ones are not good-looking.

Because it is a game console, they have no money all the time, and they can only drag minor illnesses into serious illnesses, and serious illnesses into coffins.

Now that there is a doctor, it can be said to be rain from heaven to them.

It took an hour to treat everyone. Wang Huai raised his knife and let them know what the martial arts that can live are like.

Although he was crying for his father and mother at first, but after he found that his health gradually improved, he was immediately full of gratitude to Wang Huai.

A few girls of the right age even started to flirt with each other, which made Wang Huai feel that Wu Wei's eyes behind him were getting colder and colder.

Third Senior Sister, do you also eat women's jealousy?

Wait, there seems to be no problem.

After treating the patient, old man Luo happily sat beside Wang Huai, looking pleasing to the eye.

Just as he was thinking about why Wang Huai could stay, he suddenly heard a scream.

Following the sound, old man Luo saw a translucent figure appearing beside the campfire, with disheveled hair and blood on his clothes.

Chapter 38 Shane

Although the thing that appeared suddenly had hands and feet, its feet were drooping, with its toes pointing down and a distance of five centimeters from the ground.

It was dressed in white, with bloodstains all over its clothes and disheveled hair, looking like a ghost.

The first person who saw the ghost was already paralyzed on the ground with fright, his hands and feet were weak, and he wanted to get up and run away several times, but he couldn't stand up.

Seeing this thing, the well-informed old man Luo knocked on the cigarette rod, and scolded dissatisfiedly: "What are you panicking! You're just watching a show. Greet good people, get ready to act!"

Those who saw this kind of scene quickly calmed down, pulled their companions who were still fiddling together to put on makeup, dress up, and build a stage, and built a decent stage without much effort.

Old man Luo put up the idol, offered incense sticks, and then went on stage and began to sing "Send the Soul".

There are a lot of particulars about the stage, for example, "Send the Soul" cannot be sung in the first scene of the opening scene, and "Thank You" cannot be sung in the last scene.

But since it's singing for ghosts, then everything has to be reversed.

Theater troupes tend to recruit ghosts. Although the frequency is not high, they can always encounter them a few times after living for decades.

After getting dressed, the old man Luo put on an ink-colored costume, a long beard, and a long knife in his hand, and stepped onto the stage.

After his debut, he looked intently and found that the stage was in front of the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, which made people change their faces.

But the old man Luo took a look at it, and then he started singing, and his unique voice sounded, spreading in all directions.

"Lonely, only tears away from people, thousands of miles away, lonely graves want to die; I sigh that heroes are loved by people, but people are not sought after. Who casts the hero's blood? Who will send the soul of the country?"

Seeing more and more ghosts, Wang Huai pulled Luo Xiaosheng over and asked, "What's going on here?"

"It should be Grandpa's theater fan." Luo Xiaosheng said excitedly, "Going out to meet ghosts and seeing a coffin to get rich is a good sign, indicating that we are going to be famous this time. And we have experience in such things, and we will be fine after singing the play gone."

A 15-year-old boy is at the time when he is not afraid of anything, and when he sees a female ghost, he wants to go up and squeeze his hands, and have an authentic life-and-death friendship.

But right away, Luo Xiaosheng couldn't laugh anymore.

Last time, after old man Luo sang a song,

But this time, instead of decreasing, the number of ghosts in the audience increased.

Not long after, both sides of the road were surrounded by all kinds of wandering spirits, completely cutting off the back road.

Someone rushed out from the wandering soul, but just as soon as he touched the wandering soul, he fell to the ground trembling all over, unable to get out no matter what.

These wandering souls didn't move at all, they just stared blankly at the stage, but it still made people feel terrified.