Ji Shengwen also knelt beside the sloppy Taoist and cried loudly.

Chen Dong lay on the ground, turning his head towards the sloppy Taoist, still unable to believe that this was true.

He was punched more than ten times by Zhuo Yizhou, and his nose was bleeding.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and just stared blankly at the sloppy Taoist.

Why?

Why?

Why is this happening...

Ji Shengwen and Zhuo Yizhou shouted for a long time, but the sloppy Taoist still didn't wake up.

Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother invited the best doctor in Weishui City, but they still issued a death notice.

Dead, really dead.

People in the courtyard came and went, came and left.

Chen Dong was still lying on the ground, tears already stained his face.

…

Shangjing, Holy Palace.

Lines of Holy Guards crisscrossed the area, patrolling visible or invisible places.

They form the strongest line of defense in the Holy Palace. No outsider can break in!

Song Weiguo was among them.

As the captain of the third team, he is conscientious and dedicated to his duties, and has won the title of "Best Guard" for several consecutive years. Both Yan Sheng and Hou Jimo were full of praise for him.

Just today, after Song Weiguo received a call, he hurried to the door of a certain side hall.

"Master Hou..." Song Weiguo said softly.

Hou Jimo shouted "hiss" at him, turned around to see if Yan Sheng was not disturbed, and then pulled Song Weiguo to the side.

"What's the matter? Are you so angry?"

"Master Hou, I have to ask for leave."

"What happened?"

"My master...may not be able to survive!"

Song Weiguo said this with great heartache.

He just received a call from Ji Shengwen and couldn't believe this fact at all.

No matter how sad Ji Shengwen cried, Song Weiguo couldn't believe it.

How is it possible that this sloppy Taoist is just one step away from being able to "connect with the gods"!

How could such a person die?

In his mind, there is no other way for a sloppy Taoist to die other than old age or illness!

After repeated confirmations, Song Weiguo decided to take a look in person.

Hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is true.

He still didn't believe that the master was dead.

Hou Jimo said strangely: "Who is your master? Why haven't I heard that you have a master?"

Song Weiguo said helplessly: "Of course I have a master, otherwise how could I get this skill? Lord Marquis, my master is unknown, he is just a country man, so don't ask about it, just allow me to leave!"

Hou Jimo sighed and said: "The guards of the Holy Palace are like a carrot and a pit. If you leave, there will be no one to take care of you... Okay, I'll give you a day off. Try to go as early as possible and come back as early as possible!"

"Thank you, Lord Marquis!"

Song Weiguo turned around and hurried away.

Hou Jimo returned to the side hall.

"What happened?" Yan Sheng said without raising his head as he was reviewing official documents.

"Back to Your Majesty, it's Song Weiguo asking for leave." Hou Jimo said respectfully.

"Oh? What happened to him?" Yan Sheng became interested.

Song Weiguo rarely asked for leave, and he was the most famous model worker in the Holy Palace. He worked almost 365 days a year, rain or shine.

"Go back to the Holy Spirit and tell him that his master is dying... he may have to go back to pay his respects. I have granted him a day's leave."

"Master passed away, how can one day's leave be enough..."

Yan Sheng shook his head slightly, obviously not satisfied with Hou Jimo's approach.

"It's not enough..." Hou Jimo sighed and said: "The Holy Guards of the Holy Palace cannot survive without anyone... It's okay to walk for a while, but it's definitely not okay to walk for a whole day. The Holy Guards' mourning leave is always one day.

"

Yan Sheng said nothing and continued to review official documents.

When it comes to the security of the Holy Palace, Hou Jimo is more professional.

Hou Jimo said to himself: "I don't know who Song Weiguo's master is. I have never heard him talk about it before..."

"You don't know?" Yan Sheng laughed: "I know everything."

Hou Jimo looked surprised: "Who is it?"

"Sloppy Taoist."

After saying these four words, Yan Sheng continued to lower his head and work.

"I see... The Holy One is so powerful that he knows everything about the world without even leaving the palace..."

Hou Jimo wasted no time in flattering him and gave Yan Sheng a thumbs up.

But as he was talking, he suddenly froze.

Because he remembered the night Cui Minggui held the full moon banquet.
Chapter completed!