Of course, this so-called immortal is still a little different from what he knows.
It's just a name that the world calls people who practice spirituality.
They themselves will not call themselves immortals.
For them, immortality is also an illusory realm that they have been pursuing.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know these things."
Yan Xiaowu waved his hand nonchalantly, and suddenly said with a bit of teasing: "Hey, I heard that you were promoted to Demon Patrol Guard because of General Li's kiss."
"You said you didn't see the immortal who commanded the five-colored clouds. Then why did General Li treat you differently? As far as I know, General Jingyao is famous for being selfless. You are his biological son, and you are also his son. It's impossible for someone to show favoritism to you. Tell me, what's the relationship between you two?"
"Could it be that you are related to that immortal?"
Regarding the probing meaning in his words, Jiang Zhou smiled and said with the same expression:
"Brother Yan, I also made some inquiries a few days ago. I heard that there is only one person in Nanzhou who can give face to General Li and change the affairs of the department, and that is the chief arrester of Nanzhou who is responsible for the punishment department. , thank you sir."
"Last time I escaped, it was you who helped secretly, right? Brother Yan, is it possible that the person you mentioned above is actually the Chief Inspector? Can you tell me what your relationship is?"
"Brother Jiang, are you drunk? Why can't I understand what you are saying?"
Yan Xiaowu looked confused.
Jiang Zhou rolled his eyes: "I drank tea, thank you."
"What about that? I still have a case to handle, so I won't tell you more. See you later."
Yan Xiaowu picked up the waist knife on the table, stood up and left.
Walked halfway and turned back to:
"By the way, didn't you say you could write a storybook last time? Now I'm very curious about what kind of storybook you can write. Don't forget to show it to me next time we meet. Let's go!"
This boy seems to have a great backing, and the purple-clad chief arrester is obviously not done yet.
Jiang Zhou looked at his leaving figure and rubbed his chin.
Sitting alone on the railing, listening to the rising and falling voice of the storyteller below, while thinking about his situation.
After a while, Jiang Zhou also stood up and left. Now was not the time for him to enjoy leisurely.
After leaving the building, Jiang Zhou headed in the direction of Sujingsi. Not long after walking, he passed an alley and heard a sad cry.
Turning around, I saw a group of people gathered in a circle, pointing under a green locust tree from a distance.
Out of curiosity, Jiang Zhou walked over.
"Taoist Master, please forgive me and save my husband, ugh..."
Jiang Zhou passed through the crowd and saw a young woman wearing linen and filial piety, kneeling on the ground, crying, kowtowing and begging.
There was a stretcher next to her. Lying on the stretcher was a man, no, a dead man.
And the death was extremely miserable.
The entire corpse was blood red, all the skin had been peeled off, and the muscle texture was clearly visible, without any damage.
But there was some thick mucus oozing out, and it was bloody.
The chest was disembowelled, revealing the scarlet and dazzling flesh and blood.
But there were no internal organs or other objects in the abdominal cavity, which was completely empty.
With such a corpse, no wonder the melon eaters stayed so far away.
Those who dare to stay and eat melon after seeing this thing are extremely courageous.
Under the green locust tree, there was a beggar who was so dirty that it made people frown. He was half-lying against the tree. His body was covered in black and sticky stuff. His face was so muddy that he couldn't see his appearance. He didn't know where he was. Mud is still something suspicious, but it can stink a few streets when the wind is blowing.
The young woman was kneeling down and begging him.
But the beggar snored loudly and ignored him completely.
Jiang Zhou listened to the scattered discussions among the melon eaters around him and then pieced together a rough idea.
It turned out that the young woman was begging the beggar to save her husband's life.
This surprised Jiang Zhou.
Because the young woman's husband was the horrific bloody corpse on the stretcher.
Now that things have become like this, I still beg for help.
If this can save everyone, then wouldn't the beggar be a god?
Listening to the comments from people around, the reason why this woman came to beg this beggar was because this beggar had given advice to her husband when her husband was still alive.
People around him called his husband Wu Shusheng, a student of Bailu College.
It is said that this scholar Wu just married a concubine not long ago, and it was the time when the spring breeze was in full swing.
I once met this beggar by chance on the street. As soon as the beggar saw him, he said that he was haunted by evil spirits and must have encountered a demon.
As a Confucian scholar, Scholar Wu would naturally not believe in the words of charlatans.
Besides, that beggar is not even close to the level of a charlatan.
But somehow, a few days later, Scholar Wu hurried to the street to find the beggar, begging him for help.
The beggar gave him a pair of broken shoes and asked him to take them back and hang them under the bedroom door.
Just by looking at the beggar's appearance, you can tell what his shoes look like.
If you hang it at the bedroom door, can people still live in that place?
Scholar Wu seemed to be really anxious to save his life, so he actually did as he was told.
The people around him didn't know what happened to Scholar Wu after that, but seeing that he was lying here now, looking so miserable, they could already imagine it.
Jiang Zhou was curious after hearing this. Moreover, he was now a patrol patrolling the demons. The matter involved demons. If he encountered one, he would definitely pay attention to it.
Listening to the woman crying intermittently, I got a lot of information.
It turns out that Scholar Wu was advised by the teacher at Bailu Academy, who also said that he had evil spirits.
Said that the beggar must be a wise man and told him to listen to his advice.
Therefore, Scholar Wu hurried back to look for the beggar.
Later, he did hang the tattered shoes given by the beggar at the door of his bedroom.
But later, the new concubine's room was too smelly, so he rubbed Scholar Wu and threw away the worn shoes.
At first, Scholar Wu was reluctant, but he couldn't bear the concubine's entanglement with her beauty, and the lust and soul inspired him, so he took off the shoe.
That night, Scholar Wu was killed.
The next day, he was found lying naked on the couch. All the skin on his body had been peeled off, and his internal organs were missing.
When the young woman was sad, she remembered the advice her husband had given her before his death. She knew that there were great scholars in Bailu Academy who were famous all over the world, and their abilities were no worse than those of the immortals who came and went.
Then he went to Bailu Academy and asked Wu Shusheng's teacher for help.
However, the teacher is just a teacher in the academy, not a great scholar, and it is not easy to see great scholars in the academy.
Then he directed her to look for the beggar, saying that since he saw that Scholar Wu was in trouble, he must be an expert in the art world.
Then there was a scene in front of me.
While the woman kept crying and begging, the beggar under the green locust tree suddenly turned over, let out a long groan, and stretched hard.
Cursing in his mouth: "Who is it? Noisy, noisy, what are you arguing about? Are you crying? You can't even sleep at leisure."
The woman hurriedly grabbed the ground with her head and begged again and again: "Old god, please save my husband! My husband didn't listen to good advice, so he suffered this cruel attack. He should never have deserved it. He forgot about the pity of the old god and ignored the past grudges. Use magic to save my husband! Woohoo~"