On the fourth day of the third month, the Jia family and the third son of the village, Jia Zeshi, disappeared at night.

On the sixth day of the third month, Li's son disappeared in the town, his wife died, his body was incomplete, and there were traces of beast biting.

Mufu Village, March 8th...

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In ancient China, information spread not quickly, but with the intention of investigating it, many things will also surface.

Today, on the 15th day of investigation, there were ten people in the surrounding villages, and they were either missing or eaten by the rumored "zombies".

The people in Qingxi Town were panic. If they had the conditions, they would clean up the details without saying a word and go to their relatives from other places.

Those who don’t have that condition all point to what the first Tang family can do, especially the Second Young Master Tang, who suddenly became a dependence in the hearts of many people. In short, the family cannot go back, and they are afraid of breaking into the "zombies" in the middle of the night.

Mr. Tang had no choice but to open a manor in the suburbs of the town, allowing all the helpless people to live in.

Originally, he was planning to let Mr. Han go to guard everyone, but Tang Ling insisted on taking Mr. Han to the county town.

Fortunately, he had an explanation before leaving, which could comfort people's hearts.

"Don't be afraid. No matter day or night, people will be sent to guard it. If there is really a 'zombie' that makes trouble, just burn it with fire."

"Don't be afraid, it's not something that can fly and escape from the earth."

"In a few days, I will return Taiping, Qingxi Town."

**

Just after leaving such words, Tang Ling took Mr. Han to the county town early in the morning.

The journey is not far away, and it takes only two hours to ride a carriage.

Wanghe County.

The best restaurant, Guiyun Pavilion.

Tang Ling sat on the second floor near the river, drinking the best drunken Eight Immortals in Guiyun Pavilion, while eating the most famous dish of Eight Treasures Wild Duck, while flipping through the county annals.

This appearance is not much different from the playboys in the county town. Because the eyes of Mr. Han who was sitting beside him looking at Tang Ling from time to time were inevitably full of complexity.

"Master Han, have some drinks?" Tang Ling kept smiling. He watched the county annals look back and forth several times, but he could not tell that he had gained any useful news.

Mr. Han shook his head and said, "No drink."

"Master Han, have something to eat?" Tang Ling generously tore off the legs of the eight-treasure wild duck and put them in Master Han's bowl.

Mr. Han didn't move his chopsticks, but instead was a little angry: "Young Master, such a big incident happened in the town. We should report to the magistrate to solve the problem. If we checked the county annals, we should also return to the town as soon as possible to avoid any more accidents from the villagers."

"You and I are both martial arts practitioners, so what can I do when I practice martial arts? I will serve my family and country, and I will be deceived..."

Before, I couldn't stand my martial arts practice in every possible way, but now I think I am a martial arts practitioner? It seems that I was too high-profile in my actions last night.

Tang Ling drank another cup of drunken Eight Immortals, looked at the river water downstairs, closed the county annals in his hand, and said, "No hurry, no hurry. It's still early."

"It's still early." Mr. Han was helpless. He probably saw Tang Ling take action yesterday. Now he didn't dare to teach Tang Ling a tough lesson. He had to wait with anger. The wine and food were useless to move.

Tang Ling is really not in a hurry.

After eating and drinking slowly, the Zui Baxian finished drinking a pot, then two more pots. After eating one of the Babao wild duck, then order another phoenix fish belly.

He is already very gentle. If he plays his true nature as a foodie in the No. 17 safety zone, the boss of Linjiang Pavilion will probably feel that the county has caused a zombie and a "locust plague".

After a meal, Tang Ling walked out of the restaurant until the sun sets westward. She patted her stomach and curled her lips, but said, "It's boring, it's boring."

This is not interesting? Master Han was so angry! You may have drunk a whole jar of the good wine from Linjiang Pavilion. The two best dishes were ordered three times. When checking out, they spent more than one or two silver coins. Who could have you had to eat it? After that, they said it was boring?

Of course it's boring, and you won't have enough food after eating. Of course, it's impossible for Tang Ling to say this to Master Han.

He returned the county annals and picked up the carriage from the inn.

Tang Ling suddenly made a fuss again: "I'm a little drunk and want to sleep. The carriage in this house is too small, so why not rent another car in this county."

"Young Master, you're so..." Mr. Han was not very opposed, but he still couldn't help but speak, wanting to teach Tang Ling a lesson.

But Tang Ling didn't listen to this nonsense and actually called another carriage.

After this trouble, the sky was getting dark and a clear moon had already hung from the west.

The two carriages were on the road.

The so-called official road is just a wide and flat dirt road. The carriage runs on the road, swaying, while Tang Ling endured the pain in the carriage and sweated all over his face.

So, what is the meaning of eating and drinking in a dream? When you are hungry, you still have to eat this tasteless and unpalatable second-level ferocious beast meat.

However, there is nothing that can be completely eaten and supplemented in this dream realm? Does that mean that every time I dream, I have to bring my own dry food?

Tang Ling's idea is not nonsense. In a dream, you have to rely on the time in the dream, whether in reality, just one minute or two minutes have passed.

In short, more than a day has passed in the dream. Although Tang Ling only had replenishment and improvement before entering the dream, he was a little hungry at this time.

In this case, if it is a barrier to hope, in order to save its own limited resources, Tang Ling doesn't have to eat it.

But in order to prove it, Tang Ling still ate three or two-level ferocious beast meat again.

It has been digested normally and has brought some small improvements.

This made Tang Ling very excited, because his thoughts before entering the dream were really confirmed. The flow rate of time was different. He could really use this convenience in his dream to quickly improve himself.

In reality, even if ferocious beast meat is a good thing, Tang Ling can't keep eating it.

Because even if it can be digested, the body's absorption is limited and it is wasted.

"This cannot be fully proved. After waking up from the dream, the ferocious beast's flesh was really consumed and he improved in reality, so that he could prove it." After walking one-third of the journey, Tang Ling had completely recovered. With his cautious personality, things must be fully proved to be relieved.

However, even if this matter has not been reflected in reality, it will at least improve in dreams, right?

This is also of great benefit.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead and lifted the curtain of the carriage. Outside the window, it was already clear and the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Mr. Han's carriage followed behind, with the sound of horse hooves "tap" and the wheels "squeaking".

Tang Ling still had a smile on her face, but her eyes became deeper and deeper.

Two hours later.

The carriage finally arrived in Qingxi Town.

The Tang family mansion is located at the southernmost point of the town, so the carriage that came from the south was parked directly at the door of the Tang family mansion.

Tang Ling got out of the car, but Mr. Han didn't get out of the car.

"Master Han, won't you go back?" Tang Ling couldn't help but ask strangely when he saw that Master Han didn't move.

"I went to the suburbs of town to see. If it weren't for you today, I would have stayed in the village and guarded everyone. As a result, I went to the county with you, but it was all delayed and I didn't do anything serious." Mr. Han complained a lot in his words.

Tang Ling was a little embarrassed and could only smile embarrassedly, saying, "Then Master Han, you go. I'm tired. I'll take a rest for a night, so I'll go and have a look."

After saying that, Tang Ling suddenly said, "What else can you do? What do you think? Mr. Han?"

"Hmph, you have to see it before you can find out. I originally thought you were successful." Mr. Han muttered and urged the carriage to leave.

Tang Ling stood under the moonlight, watched the carriage gradually fade away, and then turned around and pushed open the gate of the Tang house.

**

"It's not new anymore." A soft female voice rang in the room. As she spoke, a pair of delicate hands pinched the man's shoulders in the room and began to rub the man's shoulders carefully.

Outside the house, someone's whimper kept coming, but perhaps his mouth was blocked. The sound was not loud and he could not make a complete syllable.

"It's okay." The man picked up a small enameled bowl of fine enamel, which was a bowl of very delicate almond tofu. He picked up a spoon, ate half of it, and handed the bowl to the woman behind him.

The woman took it, sneered and said, "After all, my husband is caring, it's not in vain that I have been waiting for a day and a night." Then she slowly ate the remaining almond tofu into her mouth.

After eating, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. Such a cute movement combined with the beautiful face made him look particularly charming under the shaved oil lamp light.

But the man seemed to have no intention of appreciating it, just lowered his head and ate the exquisite meat cooked on the table, nor drank alcohol, nor ate the rice steamed buns.

The woman sat next to the man, picked up some dishes every time and didn't even have them, ate them slowly, then laughed and said coquettishly: "Mr.

"Um?"

"I realize that over the years, I am becoming more and more coquettish."

"How do you say this?" the man asked with questions, but he did not stop the chopsticks.

"This food needs to be more refined and exquisite. If it is not refined, it is really impossible to understand if it is not refined." After the woman said, she covered her mouth and smiled.

The man had no idea about this, just put down his chopsticks because the meat on the table had been eaten clean.

"Are you not full?" The woman looked frightened.

"It's okay." The man held the woman's hand, his eyes deep and didn't know what he was thinking?

"It's all my fault. The meat is good. Those rough, wounded, and those close to the pickled land are all nauseous. Fortunately, my husband and I are not tired of eating these "in the water"." The woman explained again.

"Be more particular. Be more particular, I won't forget. I am still an individual." The man suddenly spoke.

The woman didn't know what she was thinking, so she leaned into the man's arms: "If my husband is not full, he will also deal with the meat outside the house."

"I'm still a little hungry. But don't deal with the outside of the house, just eat it." The man seemed to have made some decision.

"Why?" The woman was a little surprised. She didn't feel that she was more refined just now, but now she said something and ate it directly. When she said this, the woman remembered something again, and suddenly asked, "Is it too risky to tie him up?"
To be continued...