There is a bald mountain in the outskirts of Chang'an City. Two strong men wearing straw sandals and wearing crotch shirts stand on their hips, which is very embarrassing.

"If you buried it, you can only do this." said the young man.

"It's not appropriate. If we want to bury it, we have to dig a hole by ourselves. It's too tiring. How can we match this sick person?" Another person immediately objected.

On the mud in front of them, a boy was swept by grass, with only his head and hands and feet exposed. He was pale and very sick.

The young man's name is Pei Fanxian. He is a famous sick girl in the West City. He holds a medicine jar every day. Anyone who encounters him will get sick. Everyone avoids him for fear that he will not be able to avoid it. Now he finally dies of illness.

When he was discovered this morning, his body was cold and he had long lost his breath. Two famous strong men in the city took courage to carry him out of the house.

But it was difficult for him to deal with his body. In theory, Pei Fanxian's family was in Yongningfang, with a big family and a huge fortune, but they made it clear when they drove him to the West Market.

I don’t know how many people who got sick and rushed to the West Market, they didn’t care whether they were dead or alive.

The city office, which was originally responsible for managing the city's funeral, refused to accept Fan Xian. As soon as the villagers decided, they carried him to the suburbs. Whether it was buried or burned, they were completely clean.

"Burn, burn it clean!"

"Just just now, the city chief has sent someone to see him and said that he is a sick man and is too unlucky to stop in the bad house in the city." said the younger and strong man.

"That Chief Wei always had to be ahead of him because he had a good time. He wouldn't care about such a bad thing."

For them, the boy in front of them is definitely a burden and he will not be happy no matter how he deals with it.

Damn it!

They actually want to burn me to death!

Is there any misunderstanding here?

Pei Fanxian, lying in the straw mat, was thinking about life. Just last moment, he was still running on the way to the court with a summons.

His prodigal girl who had been married for more than half a year and had been separated for a year and a half actually sued him and was determined to divorce him.

He hurried to the court. As soon as he crossed the road, a strong light flashed by. He was lying in the straw mat, perhaps because he had hit a car.

Above the head, the two strong men had already discussed the countermeasures. One of them lit the fire stones and gradually approached Fan Xian.

Pei Fan's eyes opened a crack.

What are they doing?

Burning a living person?

If they succeed, wouldn’t I be a shame for crossing the boundaries?

"Slow down!"

"I'm not dead yet!"

He sat up with a carp and half-sitted, and the strong man was shocked.

"you!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings, just explain them clearly.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Friends, don't worry, I'm still alive, I'm not dead."

It turns out that he was a strong man carefully selected in the city. He was extremely brave and was not scared away by him.

"What's not dead, I think you're just a zombie!"

There was a legend in the city before that some people would be full of resentment when they died. When they gathered resentment, they would become zombies.

Mr. Pei Fan was a sick girl who was shouting and beating in the West City. If the cat ignored her and ignored her, she would naturally be very resentful. Since she turned into a zombie, how could she let him harm others?

The two of them are going to do the way for heaven now!

It was time to say that, but before Fan Xian could react, his big fist greeted him like raindrops.

Whether it is a zombie or a zombie, just kill it!

Pei Fanxian, who had just woken up, was unprepared and was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face by them, which was completely inexplicable.

Where did I offend them?

Why don’t these people understand human words?

What a difficult thing to come back from the dead, they dared to hit him!

No, I have to take a tough move!

Pei Fan first protected his head and jumped up in the air. Those two strong men never thought that the sick seedlings who had been rounded and flattened by them could have such good skills.

Fan Xian picked up with a left hook, and a strong man squirted blood. Fan Xian was full of fighting power, and the other turned around and ran away when he saw this.

How could Pei Fanxian let him get what he wanted? He strode to catch up with him and used a sweeping leg. The strong man rushed over immediately and couldn't stand up.

Fan Xian moved his hands and feet and gradually found the feeling.

"I can't beat you to death!"

"I want to burn me!"

The two strong men used to be bullying and vicious, but they never suffered such a big loss. Even if they were beaten to the ground, their mouths still didn't stop.

"Sick, are you crazy?"

"Dog X!"

"Look at us not kill you!"

Their yelling and scolding, and their ugly rolling around on the ground, were quite funny, and Fan Xian laughed at him.

He is a famous sick man in the West City. He used to be a strong man, even a big girl and a little wife would not look at him directly.

Avoid it for fear of not being able to do so.

The strong man scolded Huan, and Fan Xian was not vague. He took advantage of the situation and taught them a few more punches until he was relieved. The two of them had no good skin on their bodies. Then he dragged them under the old elm tree, and there was a ready-made hemp rope on the straw mat, and he tied them up.

The weak and sick boy suddenly became very bloody, fisted to the flesh, and his legs were accurate, knocking them to the ground.

How could the two strong men accept such a psychological gap? They continue to yell and scold.

"We kindly collect the corpse for you, and you will hit us!"

Pei Fan first lifted up his clothes and wiped his face. The blood of these two cheap things made him stick to his face and body. It was really disgusting. His eyes were bright and his previous illness was wiped out.

It was a great time to start with a single game!

If you can keep beating people in the future, you will be happy all the time!

"Pooh!"

"You two are quite thick-skinned. Don't you want to burn me to death?"

"I'm very good now. I advise you to keep your energy and collect the body for yourself!"

Fan Xian's back, which was slightly covered by his weak body, was straight.

In the open lanterns, the malnourished and frigid skin becomes healthy and shiny.

What's going on with him?

Muted?

The two strong men looked at each other, and the situation suddenly changed, making them completely confused.

The two have always been street bullies in the West City, rogues, and bullies. In short, they are good at doing serious things and are good at everything bad things.

A hero doesn’t suffer a loss in front of him, so why don’t we pretend to be cowardly?

The two exchanged sights and soon reached a consensus.

The older strong man was about to beg for mercy, but Fan Xian put on his single clothes, but squatted in front of them.

He was holding a dog's tail grass in his hand, his eyes full of contempt.

"What year is it now?"

Pei Fan was a sick man, and his clothes were quite decent, with clusters of nest patterns embroidered on the cloth. This is a pattern that was popular in the Tang Dynasty. Through it, Fan Xian could roughly infer that he had traveled to the Tang Dynasty.

But he still couldn't tell the specific era.

The young and strong man thought he was ill and confused, and hurriedly said, "It's the second year of Xianheng."

In the second year of Xianheng, it was when Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty Li Zhi was in power, but in this year, he was already very weak.

The Tang Dynasty's national affairs fell and became his wife Wu Meiniang had the final say.

"I'll ask you, who found me in the morning?"

"It's not us!" The two of them shook their heads at the same time. Fan Xian didn't expect that they denied it quite quickly.

"It's your slave Xiao Liu."

Speaking of this, the two strong men became more and more concerned. It is really a shame to say that Pei Fanxian’s slave Xiaoliu is the only one who is loyal.

Although the master is a sick person and doesn't know when he will die one day, Xiao Liu always works diligently and is not ambiguous at all when serving him.

I would rather go hungry than buy medicine for Pei Fan first.
To be continued...