The Villain Just Wants to be a Salted Fish [Transmigrated]

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The cold winter wind blows all the way from the open gate, scraping people's cheeks like a knife.

Shan Chenzhou was riding a horse, just stopping at the bustling city gate, watching people coming and going with red eyes.

Soon someone recognized him, the guard stepped forward and asked, but Shan Chenzhou was silent.

Finally, Shan Chenzhou moved.

He turned the horse around and went back to his mansion.

Shan Chenzhou cannot leave, he is not allowed to leave.

He returns to the Capital by decree. If he leaves here, it would mean he resists the decree, this also means that he has committed a serious crime.

If he were to be sentenced to death, his parents who stay in the mansion would inevitably be imprisoned.

Shan Chenzhou's eyes were red, and he said dumbly: "A Zi, I would have to make you wait for a bit longer."

Winter left and spring came, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and Shan Chenzhou finally set foot on the road to Ningcheng again.

The appearance of this city that never sleeps came to mind one by one, but the grand occasion of the past was now long gone.

The city was destroyed, the family was separated and the people had died, leaving only a piece of burnt wasteland and endless ruins.

The location of the theater was not difficult to find.

Only this time it was a completely different landscape, without the prosperity of the past, and some only ruined walls.

After a year and a half since the war, this city has long been a ruin.

What Shan Chenzhou didn't expect was that he could actually see a dilapidated wooden house on the deserted land.

Shan Chenzhou's eyes lit up, his Adam's apple rolled, and he took a deep breath before he mustered up his courage and stepped forward quickly.

This is a dilapidated and devastated wooden house. The roof is the simplest thatch. Now it has been blown by the wind for more than half, and the wind can blow in and rain can leak in. Pushing away the swaying woods, there is only a wooden table with a broken leg and a small wooden bed.

All the objects are covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one has lived in it for a long time.

At first, Shan Chenzhou didn't care too much, because after the gate was broken for the first time, there were so many such wooden houses in Ningcheng.

It's not that these people are unwilling to move, it's that they can't.

Staying in Ningcheng, at least there is a piece of land to guard, but once they leave, they would have to carry the word "refugee" onto their name, it is a true displacement.

Until Shan Chenzhou noticed that there was a bulge resembling a human shape on the thin wooden bed.

Shan Chenzhou did not hesitate, and stepped forward to uncover the thin quilt. It was a dried bone.

The man frowned and was about to put the quilt back on, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous red on the wrist bone on the right side of the corpse.

Shan Chenzhou stiffened, his pupils shrinking.

It is a red string stained with blood with a foul smell. It can be seen that the red part is not long enough, but maybe it is because it is worn on the bone, so it is so conspicuous.