Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been dizzy long ago. Fortunately, after the foundation was established, various abilities of Wang Hao's body have been improved, so even after watching the middle of the night...he didn't feel sleepy.

The teacup in hand was already cold to the top, and at this time, only the full cup of Qiuser was left. Wang Hao pursed his lips and frowned, and took a big mouthful.

The bitter tea enters the throat, and the spirit is greatly lifted.

He let out a long sigh of relief, put the books in his hands together one by one, raised his head, and looked at the hourglass at the head of the bed. Calculating one or two, Wang Hao couldn't help whispering in a low voice.

"It's about twelve o'clock?"

At this hour, Jingde City is already quiet. Even the bustling and famous commercial streets are mostly closed at the moment.

But the warehouse here is noisy.

Looking through the gap between the window sills, the light of the fire was fading from time to time. It should be that the nearby warehouse had sent more people to patrol here day and night.

After all, it is still not clean.

Wang Hao got up and exercised his muscles and bones, which could be considered a temporary rest.

From a physical point of view, the physical strength of foundation building is obviously a grade higher than that of qi refining.

Now Wang Hao feels that his firepower is at full power, and it should be no problem to stay up for two days and two nights... It's just that this is obviously very unhealthy, and the burden on the body is not small.

So work and rest should be more regular.

Go to bed at about one o'clock, the chickens crowing in the morning, and get up before dawn. In total...you can still rest for more than four hours?

Too extravagant, too wasteful.

Then three hours.

Wang Hao nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction with his time allocation.

He turned around and was about to clean up, then he was ready to rest. But I saw a figure lying on the back table that was temporarily placed?

Li Huanhuan actually fell directly on the wooden table, put a book on his head, and fell asleep.

She should have rested for a while. The saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and it was wet. The fonts of the entire manuscript were mixed up and stuck to the side of her face.

this……

Wang Hao slapped his mouth and suddenly felt that it was not necessary for him to force her like this?

But then I thought about it...the background of this era is such that she can't stay out of it. If she wants to live, she naturally has only the way of diligent and self-defeating.

Sighing lightly, Wang Hao walked into the side room, grabbed a thin quilt, and placed it directly on Li Huanhuan's body - he was not as delicate as a woman, and even his head was covered.

Fortunately, Li Huanhuan died in his sleep, but he was not able to wake up.

Wang Hao fetched water to wash, his hands and feet were light.

He walked to the cubicle, and while washing, he stuck his head in the gap that was not completely sealed.

This location is facing the street, and it is also a gap that Wang Hao deliberately left. If there is any movement outside on weekdays, he can also see the scene outside through this corner.

I just heard small footsteps coming from outside the window, accompanied by the strange sound of the wheels rolling over the ground, the brackets twisting, and babbling. Wang Hao turned around and looked away with squinted eyes.

Only then did I see the person coming outside more or less clearly.

It was a procession of about seven or eight people. They stood in two columns, holding torches in their hands, wearing black long gowns and rain-proof bamboo hats.

These people are uniformly dressed and their steps are steady. From a distance, it does not look like an ordinary person.

And when Wang Hao saw it, he took a second look.

This is the warrior in Jingde City, supported by the merchants.

These people have no roots and can't set foot on the path of immortal cultivation. It may also be the wrong age, and even some 'zongmen' can't be accepted.

So I had to find another way.

And to devote himself to the name of the rich to make a face, it is a good way out. For example, the current group of people has a lot of ability, and they are all hard-working.

Comparing with Gu Qingqing's Hong Er Yi, the left and right sides are comparable in strength. And these people are all proficient in battle formations and swordsmanship, and they really compare...

I'm afraid Hong Er is not an opponent either.

Wang Hao swayed around twice, trying to turn his eyes, and finally he could see what they were escorting.

It turned out to be a few hanging corpses hanging in front of the warehouse during the day...

Seeing this, Wang Hao immediately understood.

The warehouse is the boundary between the government and the merchants, and being attacked by these refugees is one-handedly killing chickens and setting an example. According to the tradition of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, these strangers were not allowed to be buried after their death.

They have to be sent out of the city, first placed in the Yizhuang, and when the sun shines tomorrow, a full-time butcher will take care of the knife...

Do things first, and then do the head. Do some tricks on that head, pickle it... and hang it on the city gate.

This thing needs to be dried for a whole month, but it's not so rotten that it can't be seen.

Until people live in the city, everyone's face changes.

That's all.

Seeing that the fire outside was getting farther and farther away, Wang Hao withdrew his gaze and spat out the salt water in his mouth.

He whispered something softly.

"This ghost place... I really can't stay for a moment."

It was already night, but it was even more lively than the street, so who had to reason with this?

Wang Hao was about to go back to his room to rest~www.NovelMTL.com~, but he caught something strange out of the corner of his eyes. He paused slightly, but quickly turned his head away.

Pretending to see nothing.

But……

The corner was indeed empty.

What exactly did he see? Or... an illusion in a simple sense?

……

Outside the door, a convoy carrying a few hanged corpses slowly walked outside the city. After crossing the avenue and entering the path, another half an hour passed, and I just saw the outline of Yizhuang.

But at the same time, there were four more figures coming towards the convoy of troops stationed at the government.

They were three males and one female, all dressed in uniform, all covering their faces, with loose clothes and long sleeves, so that others could not see their bodies.

The two passed by, and they only looked at each other for a while, and then staggered their gazes.

When traveling at night, it is usually a passerby who has something important to do. Occasionally meet, naturally there is no spark, just pass by, just like a dragonfly, there is no connection.

The two sides passed by each other, and when they could no longer see each other, only one of the four said.

"Brother Zhang, those dead people just now... But they all look like they were hanged alive?"

The man who was named has not opened his mouth, but the person standing beside him has already opened his mouth. Her voice is more delicate, and she can hear the outline of a little age.

"Of course it is, little six brothers, you rarely go down the mountain, but you don't know... It's a mess outside now."

The person called Xiaoliu was standing side by side with a brother, and seemed to be inferior to the man and woman in front of him. At this point, Xiao Liu had to sneer twice, and then said.

"Sister Miao is right. It's not good for me to stay on the mountain for too long."