Chapter 2222 Wanted

He was pushing the cart forward with great strength. The road was bumpy and uneven, which made Qin Sang's whole body feel sore. He couldn't help feeling that he had not been so weak for a long, long time.

He wore an animal skin hat and a wind-proof straw coat, which his mother had woven from a kind of wild grass on the mountain. The material was very soft, and his mother's craftsmanship was also excellent.

This body's family status is pretty good in the neighborhood. He lives near the city, his parents are hardworking enough, and there are many poor families in the mountains.

On the way, he met villagers from the same village, and when he saw Qin Sang, they were all a bit evasive. Whenever this happened, Luan would deliberately talk to them and loudly announce that his younger brother was cured of his illness.

Qin Sang understood his elder brother's good intentions, cheered up, and greeted the villagers with a smile.

When the villagers saw that Qin Sang looked really good, and they were all kind-hearted people after all, they were no longer afraid. A group of people walked towards the city gate, talking and laughing.

People continued to flock to the city gate from inside and outside the city.

Taking advantage of their close proximity, they occupied a high-lying position with a good view in front of the city gate in advance. They then placed the wooden cart smoothly and leaned on the handlebars to share their hunting experiences with their friends.

Qin Sang had nothing to do, dealing with the greetings of the villagers, his eyes wandering around, looking at the surrounding scenery and people.

This is a very novel experience.

Liuli ascended to the world with the Storm Realm. The only time she traveled far was when she followed Kai and others to Fengju Yumen. Could it be that she saw a place on the way that still retains its ancient style?

If the scene was imagined out of thin air based on records in ancient books, it would be unimaginable that it could be so real.

Speaking of which, it is also because Qin Sang has not experienced the inner demon tribulation and cannot empathize with it, so his guess may be biased.

Qin Sang's eyes swept across the faces and suddenly noticed a person.

In front of the city gate, there were a dozen people leaning against the city wall, lazily basking in the sun. Judging from their clothes, they looked like a group of beggars.

Damengchun went to bed late, they were drowsy and indifferent to their surroundings, and so many people gathered in front of the city gate could not disturb them.

What attracted Qin Sang was an old man among the group of beggars. He was lying on the straw mat with a very old face. If his chest were not still heaving, others would have thought he was dead.

Although his clothes are shabby, they are very clean, unlike other beggars.

When Qin Sang saw this old beggar, he felt that he was not an ordinary person. For no special reason, Qin Sang believed that even if he lost his cultivation, he still had the ability to see people.

'Dong-dong-dong!'

At this moment, a group of guards came out of the city gate.

"Get away! Get away!"

The guards used whistle sticks to drive away the group of beggars.

Some beggars couldn't dodge, so they took the blow and grinned with their teeth bared.

"He! He! Wake up! Wake up quickly! If you don't run away, you will be beaten to death!"

The kind beggar shook the old beggar awake hard and dragged him away.

The old beggar looked old but had a good body. He stood up in one motion and did not forget to take away the straw mat from under him.

At this time, the guards driving away the beggar had already rushed over. They probably saw that the old beggar was too old and would kill him with a stick. The guards tried to scare him twice but did not really hit the old beggar.

This is the scene in other people's eyes, but if Qin Sangdong watched the fire, he could see something that was ignored by ordinary people. The guard was actually not so kind. In his capacity, there was no difference between killing an old beggar and killing a wild dog on the roadside.

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At the last moment, the stern look in the guard's eyes not lessened but intensified, but the whistle stick in his hand failed to fall on the old beggar. The old beggar seemed to have expected it, and his steps seemed calm and leisurely.

"Martial arts? Or..."

Qin Sang thought in his mind.

If you find an immortal cultivator so soon, you will be very lucky.

It is not unimaginable that many immortal cultivators have eccentricities. They disguise themselves as old beggars and descend to the earth to experience the world of mortals. However, as far as Qin Sang knows, some martial arts can also draw strength from across the air.

In this era, there were many hunters who made a living by hunting and were skilled in martial arts. His eldest brother had been a disciple of an old hunter since he was a child. Based on this alone, it was impossible to conclude that the old beggar was not a mortal.

"Brother," Qin Sang called, pointing to the old beggar, pretending to be pitiful, "that old man comes out to beg for food at such an old age. Have you seen him before?"

Luan scratched his head and said, "I seem to have seen him before you got sick. I have been busy helping you see a doctor and buy medicine these days, so I didn't bother to ask. He probably came from another village. His children and grandchildren were unfilial and were kicked out."

The village is close to the city gate, and most of the beggars hanging around here are familiar faces.

He didn't pay attention, and turned around to continue chatting with his friends. After all, who cares about an old beggar? They only care about the food and clothing of their own family.

While they were talking, the group of beggars pushed and shoved their way to a stone col and continued to bask in the sun.

Qin Sang's line of sight was blocked. After thinking for a while, he didn't rush to contact the old beggar, otherwise his intention would be too obvious. He was now a mortal with no power, so he had to be careful and careful every step.

“It’s such a small city, but I didn’t expect it to have hidden dragons and crouching tigers.”

Qin Sang thought to himself.

This city is called Fengcheng, and it has many villages scattered in this plain. The plain is surrounded by mountains. It is said that there is only one road leading to the outside of the mountains. Xi's parents have never left Fengcheng in their lives, and they know nothing about things outside the mountains.

It's just hearsay.

There seems to be no common country formed here, and Xi doesn't know which country Fengcheng belongs to in his memory.

The lord of Fengcheng is their leader and rules this basin.

‘Whoosh!’

Another rainbow shot out of the city, causing everyone to exclaim.

The rainbow shoots into the sky, across the mountains, until it disappears at the end of everyone's field of vision.

"The immortal cultivator left..."

Qin Sang thought to himself, and found that he was surrounded by people behind him, and there were figures coming towards him in a steady stream from a distance.

At this moment, another guard rushed out of the city and handed a long wooden box to a person who seemed to be the leader.

This man was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was extremely majestic.

‘Crack!’

The leader took a step forward, glanced at the crowd, and the chaotic voices suddenly weakened.

"You guys, put these portraits up!"

The commander opened the wooden box, called a few guards, and got the paste.

There turned out to be several portraits in the wooden box. The guards gently unfolded the first one and carefully pasted it on the wall.

"Who is this?"

"Are we going to arrest people again? This time the painting is really good!"

"He is also good-looking, even prettier than Xia, the handsome man in the city! Why have I never seen such a good-looking person before? I don't know what he did."

…

People pointed at the portrait.

The portrait should be a wanted poster. It depicts a man's face. The brush is very precise and the man is drawn vividly.

While others were admiring the portrait, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart, because the picture on the wanted poster turned out to be his real self!

"Listen carefully!"

The commander drew out the sword from his waist and shouted loudly, "These people are heinous people who have killed countless people! No matter who it is, as long as they see the people in the painting, they will be caught immediately and reported to the city lord. Who dares to conceal it?

I will chop off your whole family’s heads with my own hands!”

Upon hearing the leader's murderous threats, many people showed frightened expressions and trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the guards posted the second and third pictures...

When the third picture was posted, the guard's movements suddenly became very gentle. When they saw this picture, a violent exclamation broke out from the crowd.

“So beautiful!”

"There are such beauties in the world!"

"The flower of our village is the firefly, and she is the moon in the sky! How could I be obsessed with that ugly girl before?"

…

The third portrait showed a stunningly beautiful woman. Just one portrait made many people intoxicated. Some people beat their chests and stamped their feet, while others fell into sluggishness.

The man next to Qin Sang was also stunned, with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without realizing it.

So much so that the fourth portrait is also of a beautiful woman with a good temperament, but most people are still staring at the previous portrait and cannot move their eyes away.

There are five portraits in total, three men and two women.

Qin Sang stared at the portrait with deep eyes. The people in the portrait were all his acquaintances.

The first and third pictures are of him and Liuli, and the other three pictures are Zhan Yan, Xu Mu and Jing Zhen!

Why did they get into Liuli's inner demons?

If Liuli thought of them, why were there only three of them and no Zhang Yan?

Could it be that...

Qin Sang's mood became extremely heavy and she had a bad feeling.
To be continued...