Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

  Chapter 70 The suitor of the year (23)

   What should come has finally come.

  However, Chen An did not expect to come so early.

   It is only two days since Deacon Tang died, and the Law Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang came to investigate, which can be described as swift.

   "Hoo~"

  Chen An took a deep breath, got up and came out of the alchemy room.

   At this time, the wives and concubines were already waiting in the hall.

  Every face is full of worry.

  After all, Deacon Tang died at the hands of their husband, and the bones are still buried in the backyard.

   Now I see people from the Law Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang come to investigate, and it is a lie to say that I am not worried.

  The wives and concubines were worried, but Chen An was even more worried.

  But as the head of the family, he couldn't show it at this time.

  Just told his wives and concubines a few words, and then led them out to the alley outside the house.

  At this moment, every household in the alley came out.

  But unlike before, the people who came out did not stand on both sides of the alley.

   This is because many male cultivators in the alley were forced to become mercenaries, many died in battle, and few came back alive.

   Only decrease but not increase. Over time, the number of residents in the alley will decrease.

   You know, in the past, the ratio of men to women in the entire Green Willow Lane was about the same.

   But now at a glance, women can be nearly twice as likely as men.

  In many families, there is only one man in the whole family, and the rest are all wives and concubines.

   Few of these wives and concubines are original spouses, and many of them are widows taken in from the neighbors who died in the neighborhood. They all look good.

   Those with poor looks, those with high cultivation were forced to go to the battlefield, and those with low cultivation were assigned to work day and night in the logistics department.

   "Stand up for me, don't walk around!"

   A ferocious-looking monk in the law enforcement hall yelled loudly.

  In the Law Enforcement Hall of the Bamboo Leaf Gang, there is an elder, a hall master, and three deacons.

   And he is the hall master.

  Seeing that the residents had settled down, the hall master surnamed Huang respectfully said to Elder Zhao beside him: "Elder Zhao, all the residents have come out, do you have any plans for the next step?"

  Elder Zhao said indifferently: "Two people will be divided into ten groups, and they will go door-to-door to search the house to see if there are any belongings belonging to Deacon Tang in the house, and ask the owner of the house if he knows anything, and see if he can find any clues."

   Upon hearing this, Hall Master Huang immediately arranged for his subordinates to divide into groups of two and go door-to-door to search.

  As for himself, he waited for the next instructions from Elder Zhao.

  After hearing Elder Zhao's words, Chen An couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  He also thought that Elder Zhao, who is a powerful foundation builder, would have some means to search for souls and question him, worrying that he would be exposed.

   As a result, Elder Zhao's method seems to be no different from the interview and investigation in his previous life.

   At most, the attitude will be tougher.

  With this method of investigation, it was impossible to find out that Deacon Tang had appeared in Chen An's house.

  Because when Chen An disposed of the corpse afterwards, he burned the corpse and the belongings of the corpse with special fire to eliminate the breath on it.

  Let’s say it’s a human being, even if the spirit dog comes, they will definitely not find anything.

  Chen An thought so, with a calm face.

  However, the calmness disappeared in the next second.

  Because the Elder Zhao of the Law Enforcing Hall is walking towards him with the Hall Master Huang at the moment.

   "Husband..."

   Song Huaying was very worried when she saw this, she couldn't help but reached out and grabbed Chen An's clothes, feeling so nervous that her palms were sweating slightly.

  She is a mortal, and when facing a strange monk, she will instinctively feel nervous.

  Chen An was afraid that she would reveal her secrets, so he gave her a sleep aid on a whim.

  Song Huaying instantly fell asleep and was supported by Gu Xinyue at the side.

  Chen Yuejian, who was originally in her arms, was also hugged by Wen Zhiyun.

   "Elder Zhao."

   "Hallmaster Huang."

  Seeing that Elder Zhao and Hall Master Huang had already walked in front of him, Chen An said respectfully.

  Hall Master Huang gave an indifferent "hmm".

  Elder Zhao did not respond, his eyes fell on Wen Zhiyun's stomach, and his brows were slightly frowned.

  He is a foundation-building cultivator with a strong sense of consciousness. Even if Wen Zhiyun hasn't moved yet, he can still feel the life in Wen Zhiyun's stomach.

   "Friend Wen, are you pregnant?"

"Um."

  Wen Zhiyun said in a cold voice.

  When Elder Zhao heard this, a burst of anger suddenly arose in his heart.

  In the past, he pursued Wen Zhiyun as a powerful foundation builder, but Wen Zhiyun ignored him, saying that he wanted to abstain from sexual desires and concentrate on practicing, and he could not have any affection between men and women.

   Now, Wen Zhiyun is married to a low-level alchemist like Chen An, and she is pregnant with Chen An's seed.

   This made him feel extra annoyed.

  Heh, she still said that she should practice abstinence, but now it seems that she is nothing more than a **** who looks at her face.

  As soon as he saw a handsome male cultivator, he immediately married him backwards, and within a year, he was punished as a villain.

   Damn it!

  The more Elder Zhao thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more he thought about it, and he couldn't help saying to Hall Master Huang who was beside him with a cold face: "I suspect that Deacon Tang's disappearance is related to this family, follow me in and search!"

   Said it was a search, but actually wanted to go in and see what kind of husband Wen Zhiyun married.

  He really wants to see where he lost!

   Could it be that he just lost in appearance?

   Accompanied by Chen An's family, Elder Zhao and Hall Master Huang entered the house.

  Hall Master Huang is really searching.

  Elder Zhao, who proposed to come in and search, came straight to Wen Zhiyun's room at the first time, relying on his sensitivity to different people's aura.

  In the name of a search, he greedily looked at his goddess' boudoir like a dog licking a dog, sucking the smell inside, feeling great satisfaction in his heart.

  However, when he smelled the fragrance of a large number of heather flowers in the air, he was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped up, and he clenched his fists tightly, trying to smash Chen An who was holding Wen Zhiyun's hand.

  He could imagine how many tragic fights took place in this small boudoir, and how many billions of lives were wiped out. The more he thought about it, the more he felt a cerebral hemorrhage.

  He couldn't stay in this place full of shame for him for a moment.

  He flicked his sleeves violently, turned around and walked out of the room, his voice full of violence said: "Hallmaster Huang, let's go!"

  Hall Master Huang responded and left quickly.

   "Husband, I feel that Elder Zhao just looked at you with murderous intent..."

   Gu Xinyue said with some worry.

  Chen An also felt it, and knew why.

  Because he had heard from Wen Zhiyun that this Elder Zhao was Wen Zhiyun's suitor before.

   Moreover, he is also a fanatical pursuer who can be called a licking dog.

   "You don't have to worry about this, if you don't have anything to do, let's go, and do whatever you should be busy with."

  Chen An said to the wives and concubines beside him.

  The wives and concubines were very obedient, Gu Xinyue sent the sleeping Song Huaying back to the room, and Wen Zhiyun also sent Chen Yuejian in her arms.

  Looking at the backs of their departure, Chen Anliu sat down in Wen Zhiyun's room, and began to think about the possibility of defeating Elder Zhao by taking precautions.

  Poison?

  Sneak attack?

trap?

   Or... dust bombs?

  After much deliberation, Chen An only had these insidious tricks in his mind, but they all felt unreliable.

  He thought about it again, and felt that the most urgent thing is to quickly become a second-level alchemist, and then join the treasure line to obtain asylum.

  The next step is to train her daughter to grow up, let her learn to draw Qi into her body as soon as possible, and embark on a fairy road, so as to obtain system rewards.

   "Husband, I'm a little worried that the person surnamed Zhao will harm you."

  Wen Zhiyun came back from Song Huaying's room, walked to Chen An's side and sat down with a worried face.

  Chen An picked up one of her jade hands to play with, kneaded and squeezed and said: "Don't worry, my husband will become a second-level alchemist in a few days. As long as he can successfully join the Zhenbao Pavilion, even the leader of the Bamboo Leaf Gang will not be able to do anything to us."

"Um."

  Wen Zhiyun leaned on Chen An's shoulder, looking relieved.

  She recalled her previous life alone, she had to do everything by herself, and she didn’t know who to turn to to complain about her troubles.

  Now, I only need to serve my husband as well as I can in bed, and I don’t have to worry about anything else. My life is much more nourishing than before.

  It's nice to be a little girl.

  Thinking about it, Wen Zhiyun wanted to act like a baby for some reason, with a hint of affection in her eyes and said:

   "Husband, I'm hungry."

   "Whatever you want to eat, I will make it for you for my husband."

   "I want to eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk."

   "It's okay if you let Weifu down, but fried dough sticks and soy milk are not easy to make, it takes a lot of time."

   "But I just want to eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk."

  Wen Zhiyun got up and sat on Chen An's body, stretched out her slender arms to wrap his arms around his neck, the previous proud face became extraordinarily tender at this moment.

  Chen An couldn't stand her offensive, but he didn't want to get too used to her, so he said: "You can make deep-fried dough sticks for you to eat, and you can make soy milk for you to drink, but you have to pay a little for your husband."

   "Then... what reward does your husband want?"

   "My husband wants to hear from you how Elder Zhao of the Bamboo Leaf Gang pursued you before."

   "You can say it, but my husband has to get me fried dough sticks first, grind soy milk for me to drink, and I will tell my husband while eating and drinking."

  Wen Zhiyun's usual arrogant look returned to her face, and she skillfully bargained with Chen An.

  …

  PS: Set up a bowl, ask for a monthly ticket recommendation!

  (end of this chapter)