The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 39 39. Missing

Three days later, in the morning, Song Cheng glanced at the panel.

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6.4% probability to deduce the upper-level skills of "Xuanwu Zhenjin".

He decided to wait.

Because the probability of 6.4% is not low, it has reached a point where he can wait with peace of mind.

In fact, it didn't take much time, at least compared to his infinite lifespan of "immortality", this little time is not even a "drop in the ocean".

Too short.

'Live in peace in a safe environment, and it's best to live for decades without anything happening. '

'Hide six or seven points of strength to deal with risks; show three or four points of strength to gain power. '

Song Cheng silently warned himself.

In his previous life and this life, he is already in his forties, and he has passed the age of "hot-blooded, impulsive, reckless, and regardless of consequences".

After having breakfast in the dining hall with his wife, he taught Miss Tong for a while to practice swordplay, then took a large basin, soap nuts, dirty clothes, scooped some water into it, and started to wash clothes in the yard.

As long as you don't have maids and servants, you have to do these jobs yourself.

Miss Tong was originally going to wash clothes, but Song Cheng took over the job.

Song Cheng really couldn't bear to see his wife practicing swordplay to death, and then doing these miscellaneous jobs.

He was strong enough anyway, not to mention that he used to wash clothes and chop wood in Huichun Hall.

There were not many dirty clothes, two sets of cloth clothes, cloth pants, cloth socks, Miss Tong's underwear silk pocket, and his own underwear.

Song Cheng scrubbed and washed them one by one, first carefully rubbing the stains in the clothes in the soapnut water, and then changing to clean water to rinse. When he touched the silk pocket, he only felt that there was still a faint smell of lewdness on it.

Since both husband and wife were warriors, they naturally became more aggressive.

He stroked it with his hand and felt the silk on the silk bag wrinkled, obviously it had been used for a long time

He knew that this was the only silk bag for Tong Niangzi.

He didn't want to buy another one after that.

Because silk fabrics are really expensive.

He couldn't afford it.

Thinking of this, he really wanted to marry the eldest lady.

He provided the eldest lady with "power support" and "risk emergency plan", and also gave her a "son-in-law quota" so that she didn't have to worry about "getting married".

The eldest lady gave him "safe environment", "network support" and "financial support".

They each got what they needed, even if they were just "nominal couples".

His chances were slim before, but now with Ling'er's help, there is still hope.

If it really doesn't work, then he and his wife will open a clinic and find other ways to make a living.

But first they have to leave the county and go to a bigger city.

While Song Cheng was thinking, his hands did not slow down. He quickly hung up his clothes and socks, then stretched his arms a little and said, "My wife, I'll go get some water."

There is a well in the mansion, and everyone goes to get water.

Although Song Cheng's family only has two people, they use a lot of water.

Martial artists often bathe, and he needs water to sharpen his knife.

By the way, his knife has been sharpened almost. Compared with the thin knife in Tanghe Village before, this knife is not only made of different materials, but also has a strange dent on the handle. I don't know what it is used for.

Seeing Song Cheng picking up the shoulder pole, Tong Niangzi stopped the knife and said, "I'll go."

"You continue to practice." Song Cheng especially hopes that his wife will practice martial arts every minute and improve her realm as soon as possible.

Tong Niangzi asked curiously, "Why don't you practice?"

Song Cheng said, "Why didn't I practice? I just practiced when you couldn't see me."

In that unknown fragment of time, he practiced hard for who knows how long and shed who knows how much sweat to achieve what he has today, okay?

Why didn't he practice?

Don't slander others for no reason, okay?

Tong Niang squinted at him and said, "Okay, okay, you are a monster, not comparable to mortals like me."

Song Cheng said, "I really practiced."

"When?"

"When you didn't see me."

"Get lost"

Song Cheng carried a shoulder pole and two empty buckets out of the door.

Tong Niang sighed softly and thought to herself, 'My husband is probably too proud, right? After all, the lonely ghost that merged with him must have some background, and he is slowly digesting my power. '

But my power will be digested sooner or later, and I still have to work hard.

Tong Niang felt that her man was obviously slack.

The thought flashed through her mind, and she took a deep breath again.

She wanted to catch up with her man as soon as possible. If he didn't do well, she, Tong Jia, would become stronger and protect him.

Song Cheng came to the well. There were guards and servants around the well.

"Xiao Song is here to fetch water again." An older family member said, "Your wife is so lazy."

Another family member who knew said, "It's not that she's lazy, it's Xiao Song who rushed to do it. He loves his wife."

Another family member laughed and gossiped, "You don't know, Xiao Song went to Biliuyuan last time. The prostitutes sat on his lap and were ready to give him red envelopes, but he didn't give them out."

"Why?"

"It's said that Xiao Song was afraid of his wife, so he spent money but didn't play with prostitutes. My son said that it became a joke in Biliuyuan."

Most of the family members who fetched water were old women or women, who often liked to gossip. For a "man of the hour" like Song Cheng, they had already been gossiping about it in secret.

Song Cheng didn't care and smiled: "Aunt, isn't a wife meant to be pampered? Besides, I'm out fetching water, so I can just relax."

He still likes this peaceful life atmosphere.

This atmosphere is much better than in the village.

If possible, he thinks that the first hundred years of his "immortality" should be spent in such a peaceful and ordinary atmosphere, and after accumulating strength and completing development, he can go somewhere else.

But first, he has to find a "safe environment".

The reason why he couldn't stay in the mountains before was because the mountains were not a "safe environment".

And Shanghe County, to be honest, is not safe.

Compared to Tanghe Village, it's just a matter of sooner or later.

There is no doubt that this world has the worldview of "Infernal Hell", but there are more variables and strangeness.

Song Cheng was thinking, and suddenly there was a noise and buzzing in the corridor outside the yard. It was the footsteps and conversations of many people mixed together.

Song Cheng put down the bucket and went to see, only to see the steward, Ling'er, and several guards and servants walking together, talking quickly.

"What's wrong, Steward Wang?" Song Cheng asked politely.

The steward waved his hand and said, "Young man, concentrate on your cultivation. These things are not your business for the time being."

In his eyes, Song Cheng was a little kid in the realm of strength. Although he had potential, he had not yet exploded.

The other guards also glanced at Song Cheng casually. Although they had drunk together, they did not have much interaction afterwards. Their views were actually the same as the steward's.

But they were the same, but Ling'er was different.

Ling'er shouted, "Song, Song Cheng, why don't you come along?"

Song Cheng glanced at her and saw that Ling'er's eyes were filled with anxiety and a bit of panic.

The steward said, "Why is Xiao Song here? One more person won't make a difference."

Song Cheng shook his head and said, "Miss Ling'er, I'm fetching water. I just finished fetching water. I have to go back to practice, so I won't come."

Ling'er nodded, and the group hurried away again.

Song Cheng squinted and glanced at the backs of the people.

He always felt that it seemed like the wind was blowing.

Chopping wood, sharpening knives, and going to the dining hall to eat

In the afternoon, Ling'er hurried over and said directly, "Mr. Song, the two guards who were supposed to be back on duty are missing. They were guarding outside Tanghe Village.

The two should have returned to the mansion last night, but no one has returned until now.

Everyone discussed it and decided to send someone to check it out."

Song Cheng wanted to say "Don't send it", but when the words came to his mouth, why shouldn't he let others investigate? What if it's not what he thought?

Ling'er suddenly said in fear: "Is it possible that the ghost disaster has spread?"

Song Cheng said: "It may be, it may not be, but since it has been delayed, something must have happened, either bandits or ghost disasters. Miss Ling'er, you should talk to them and remind them to withdraw immediately if the situation is not good."

Ling'er said: "The manager has said it, but we must investigate. The two guards and their families live here. No matter what, we must give an explanation to those two families."

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

The entire Ruyi Chamber of Commerce was shrouded in an ominous atmosphere.

No clues have been found about the death of Guard Shi, and the man is still lying in the government's charity cemetery.

Now, the guards sent to investigate the missing have not returned as promised.

It seems that the stone has sunk into the sea, and once sent out, it is gone.

The atmosphere in the Chamber of Commerce was extremely solemn, but the eldest lady was not there.

At this time, four high-level figures in the Chamber of Commerce were sitting together, namely: the manager, the chief accountant, Ling'er, and a powerful person in the Jin realm who stayed behind.

The four of them sat together, but they were extremely silent.

East of the city.

Although the sunshine was bright, it seemed to be covered with haze, with an inexplicable coldness.

A group of girls dressed in fancy clothes were going out in a row. These were the girls from Biliuyuan.

They were going to the manor in the suburbs at the invitation of Mr. Zhao.

Now it was early spring, and the flowers were just blooming. It was just the right time for an outing.

"Traveling with prostitutes" has always been something that scholars and scholars talk about with great relish.

Mr. Zhao was the youngest son of the owner of the Water Bird Martial Arts School.

His brother was a martial artist, so he studied literature. At this time, he invited some friends to go to the suburbs to play together.

The prostitutes walked out of the city gate and met with Mr. Zhao. They talked and laughed all the way and went away.

Not far away, a wooden sign was stuck in the ground with the words "fur" written on it.

The man who was drawing cards was laughing and shouting, "Come on, take a look, the newly made furs."

Mr. Zhao and his companions were originally leading the prostitutes to the south, where there were green mountains and clear waters, but when they saw the man who was drawing cards shouting in the north, they suddenly stopped and turned to the man.

Mr. Zhao walked over, and suddenly he felt his six senses blurred. A strange thought unconsciously occupied his mind and made him forget that he was going on a spring outing.

He lowered his voice and said, "We are going to the paradise."

The man who was drawing cards smiled and said, "Okay, I have prepared it for you a long time ago. You stay here now and follow me into the mountains later."

The prostitutes and Mr. Zhao's friends were all excited.

They came here because they were tired of ordinary life and wanted to experience some novelty and excitement.

So, everyone waited patiently.

In the evening, there were a few more people behind the man who was drawing cards.

The group turned around and left, gradually disappearing in the mist that had arisen at some point, and disappeared.