Measuring with a Short Ruler A few black-tailed cranes were resting on the sparkling Yangchun River, covered with golden light.
In the bamboo courtyard.
Shen Yi sat on a stool, holding a rag in his hand, wiping the scabbard carefully.
She was not good at taking care of the wounded, but fortunately the madman was often injured, and the young widow had gained some experience from him.
At least they stopped the bleeding of Ma Tao and Li Xinhan and bandaged them up again to make them look like human beings.
After Li Mujin regained consciousness, he quickly took out a few pills and fed them to them, temporarily stabilizing their lives.
She walked out of the house slowly.
Her ponytail had been loosened, and her slightly messy hair covered her pale cheeks. Her breath was weak, and it was obvious that she had been reckless in the fight last night and suffered a great loss.
Li Mujin's expression lost some of its charm, and her originally moist red lips were now a little cracked.
Looking at Shen Yi's back, it gradually matched the figure in my mind from last night.
She pulled the corners of her lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Where are the others?"
"They were just exhausted, not seriously injured. They woke up early and went to the government office to get the horses."
Shen Yi put down the rag and hung the sword back around his waist.
Li Mujin dragged a stool and sat down next to him, supporting his chin with his palm. He wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start, so he just stared at his profile blankly.
After Shen Yi finally couldn't stand the gaze anymore, he frowned and rolled his eyes at her.
Li Mujin chuckled, with emotion in his eyes: "It turns out that you are really good at killing monsters."
She was so good at it that even a girl like her who grew up in Qingzhou could not imagine it.
Although the view was blocked by the villagers kneeling on the ground, the river god's shrill screams still echo in my ears. If he had not been in fear of life and death, how could such a self-righteous river god lose his composure like this?
"I thought you were dead."
The other party chased the black wind into the forest. No one knew what kind of monster it was, but Li Mujin saw the expectation on the river god's face.
It was an expression of complete trust, full of longing, and full of confidence.
Unexpectedly, the one who came back in the end was Shen Yi.
"Luckily you didn't think so."
Li Mujin stood up, restrained his smile, and bowed to the young man without restraint.
If the other party has the same idea, then the safest way to escape would be to rush back to the Demon Suppression Division to report the news.
When faced with a demon whose realm is far higher than one's own, if anyone sees that there is no chance of winning, then leaving in the name of sending back a message will not be too harsh even for the Demon Suppression Division.
"…"
Shen Yi was a little surprised. He never expected that the other party would suddenly become serious.
He waved his hands, and before he could say anything, his arms were tightly embraced by a vast warmth and softness.
"Ha ha."
Li Mujin went back to his previous incoherent look, hugged his arms, and complained, "I was almost scared! I couldn't even move my fingers, and I had to pretend to be calm. Even with this acting skill, I couldn't scare the river god. I'm so angry."
After that, she twisted her fingertips and said pitifully and seriously: "When you came over, I almost cried, but luckily you are handsome, so I thought about maintaining my image, so I held back."
The familiar touch was even more shocking than that of Sister-in-law Song.
Shen Yi was speechless and pulled his arm back: "That's enough."
When the harpoon stabbed down, the other party didn't even show any fear. He just sighed a little and shed tears. He was just trying to scare the devil.
Li Mujin put one hand on his waist and patted his chest carelessly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm alive, I'm lucky."
The people in the Demon Suppression Division seem to be quite open-minded.
Infected by her smile, Shen Yi turned his head, and the barely perceptible hostility in his eyes faded a little.
Perhaps it was from the moment the Liu family in Baiyun County woke up.
He was still in the mindset of playing the game of life, so he didn't notice anything unusual.
As he completely got rid of the traces of his predecessor, he gradually integrated into this world.
Shen Yi inexplicably discovered that he had gotten used to having blood on his hands, even to the point where he felt uncomfortable without seeing blood.
Violence is a tool to help oneself survive in this chaotic world.
But you can't let yourself become its puppet.
Shen Yi took a deep breath, his mind became clearer, and then he looked outside the courtyard. The young widow came closer in awe, holding a few old borrowed clothes: "Sir, would you like to change your clothes? I can't find new ones at the moment, but they are all clean."
The madman followed her, his head buried, completely devoid of the silliness he had yesterday.
The cautious look he gave Shen Yi was filled with gratitude and fear.
The other person's clear eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and when they were sharp, they could easily scare away evil spirits.
"Try to be patient and don't change."
Li Mujin shook his head. For the captain, returning with achievements in this manner would help Shen Yi gain a foothold in the Demon Suppression Division more quickly.
"Uh, okay."
The young widow took out a short wooden ruler and asked stiffly, "Can I measure your shoulder width?"
Li Mujin seemed to have realized something and did not refuse this time. He took the ruler and pulled Shen Yi up.
"What is this for?" Shen Yi was a little confused.
"Maybe I'm making clothes for you and sending them to Qingzhou to thank you."
Li Mujin held a short ruler and measured his body carefully, even including the sword at his waist.
He reported the number to the widow and waved his hand: "Go ahead."
"Thank you, sir."
The young widow who was so aggressive yesterday didn't even dare to look Shen Yi in the eye today.
But it's not pure fear.
This expression seemed vaguely familiar to Shen Yi, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it before.
The widow went out again with the madman and ran into a man head-on. The man threw down a piece of fish tied with a straw rope, turned around and ran towards the next house.
"He...he has almost visited every household in the village."
The young widow picked up the fish helplessly.
The man who was forced by Shen Yi to devour the River God yesterday was eager to let everyone taste this delicacy. It seemed that only in this way could he wash away the guilt in his heart.
Only by swallowing this fish can we tear apart the lies they use to deceive ourselves.
Since it is a demon, it is impossible for it to keep three hundred boys in the river.
Chen Jiang is Chen Jiang. His children will never come riding the waves to him again, and they will not take him to the river god's cave to enjoy happiness.
Once there is no excuse to cover up this fact that is known to everyone, people will be ashamed and cover their faces.
"In a year of great famine, people would trade their children for food."
"I had to do it."
"Now that I can support myself, I should stop eating. Those who eat people are demons after all. I will serve them if they are useful to me, and eat them if they are useless."
"This is how ordinary people survive."
"The captains of the Demon Suppression Division do not need to fish or farm to feed themselves. They are all exploiting the people. Not only can they not provide them with food to fill their stomachs, but they have to take more from them. They are standing too high. If I criticize them too much, it will inevitably seem a bit cold."
Li Mujin put his hand on Shen Yi's shoulder, his eyes twinkling, and said with a smile: "Lord Shen, please be merciful and spare them for now, okay?"
Some people, in order to maintain their status, deliberately imprint this grand sacrifice in the minds of fishermen over and over again, as if it were the teachings of their ancestors that must not be disobeyed.
Yesterday, more than ten people, including the village chief, were killed in an instant.
To be honest, such a ruthless method really shocked Li Mujin, but he also felt relieved! The other party did something that the Qingzhou disciples did not dare to do, and did it cleanly and neatly.
But if we add killing, the taste will change a bit.
"They didn't intend to spare you yesterday." Shen Yi raised his eyebrows.
"Is this dress for nothing?" Li Mujin curled his lips and pulled at the cloud pattern on his sleeves. "The one who started it deserves death, but the rest of us, without their day and night toiling, how could we have our salaries and food... Hey, stop pulling my hand. Why are you acting like a grown-up girl who can't be touched at all?"
"Stay away."
Shen Yi patted his shoulder and said casually.
Since I woke up, I have never done anything evil, I just wanted to protect myself.
Why did this woman sound like a murderous villain?
(End of this chapter)