Dragged Wu Chengfu's body open, took out the contents of the iron cabinet, and the so-called account book was only one, and none of them were full. （.）

However, most of the things recorded above are related to nobles and officials, and the process of each action is described in detail.

After all, it was not in vain, but what should I do next?

According to Xiao Chen's original plan, it was to dig out the people who were going to divide the Daimyo's Mansion one by one, and whoever thought that the clues would not only be broken here, but also everyone else was warned.

Whether it is Wu Chengfu's online or offline, it is estimated that all of them have been transferred.

At this moment, his mind flashed and he had an idea!

He found a metal nameplate from Wu Chengfu's body, picked up the ledger and left in a puff of smoke, and went to the printing office three streets away.

The Great Chu Dynasty did not allow private printing of books, and the printing office belonged to the departments under the jurisdiction of the government from the beginning, and the purpose of this was to control the speech of the common people and avoid the emergence of rebellious speech.

Although it was midnight, the printing office was still in full swing, and in addition to printing the classics, it was printing more books that sang the praises of the dynasty.

Whether a book can be printed or not is not only important in terms of content, but also has a strict review process, and a book that is not included in the book list, no matter how well it is written, it is impossible to pass it on.

Dozens of shirtless workers, some in charge of stereotyping, some in charge of inking, some in charge of paper, some in charge of binding, busy and orderly.

There are two soldiers guarding the front and back doors of the bookstore, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

Burst...... Puff ......

A few muffled noises came from the front and back doors, and the workers in full swing didn't pay attention until a bloody human head flew in, fell to the ground and rolled with a grunt, and the nearest few people let out a scream.

"Be quiet, keep screaming if you want to die!" a cold voice came in.

Everyone hurriedly shut up, they were all ordinary people, they didn't know how to use soul power at all, even the soldiers guarding the door were killed, and when they encountered this kind of thing, they could only cooperate obediently.

The Great Chu Dynasty, which has been peaceful for a while, no one dares to come to the printing office to make trouble.

Xiao Chen, who covered his face with a black cloth, strode in, carrying a knife that was still dripping blood in his hand, and asked loudly, "Who is the leader here?"

No one spoke, but everyone's eyes converged in one direction, and the old man in his sixties stood up tremblingly: "This hero, I am the person in charge tonight, and here are all honest craftsmen, please be merciful and be embarrassed by us." ”

"As long as you help me do something, I won't be hard for you. He threw him the account book he had just brought from Wu Chengfu: "Extract a few paragraphs from it and print them immediately! Bring pen and paper, and I will write a few paragraphs for polishing." ”

Half an hour later, the woodblock arrangement was over, and the workers began to print with trepidation.

In order to speed up, Xiao Chen ordered them to continue making plates, and the last six letterpress plates were started at the same time, plus these were all skilled workers, and more than 400 sheets could be printed per minute.

Until the sky was bright, the little marquis looked at several stacks of bundled leaflets, as well as a stack of six wooden movable plates, and said with a smile: "Good job, this is a reward for you!"

After speaking, he threw out a cloth bag, which was full of copper coins, dozens of times.

Then he picked up the leaflet and drove away, and when he went out, he pretended to be careless, and dropped a metal nameplate, which did not make any noise because it fell on the paper.

It wasn't until the footsteps faded away that the old man dared to take a breath, and everyone also took a breath.

He immediately glared at him: "Why are you still stunned, go and report to the official! Let's just say that a few of you still dare to look at the money bag, do you dare to ask for it? You, go and put away the nameplate, that is an important basis for the government to solve the case." ”

When the little marquis left the printing office, he opened the bundled leaflets and put them into the bracelets, jumped high with his feet on the ground, and jumped from house to house, throwing leaflets at the same time.

By the time the sky turned white, leaflets appeared on several main streets of the Daimyo's Mansion.

People who get up early open the door and see paper on the street, pick it up in curiosity, and just read a few words and their eyes widen.

However, I couldn't help but continue to look down, and the more I looked, the more shocking I became, because the things described above happened in the Daimyo's Mansion.

More people picked up the leaflets, some walked quickly towards the mansion, some took a look and threw them away, but more people glanced around, saw that no one was paying attention, and quickly stuffed them into their pockets.

Seongdong Market, which is the first place to open every day, is where vendors come at dawn to buy goods and sell them everywhere.

Rushing......

There was the sound of bargaining everywhere, and suddenly countless pieces of paper fell from the sky, everyone raised their heads, and someone picked up the flyers that fell on the stall, and read aloud: "The Blood Shadow Hall has lost people's lives, countless patriotic sons and nobles have died, and countless officials who have made achievements have been killed......"

In the rich area in the west of the city, all the deep mansion compounds are not falling, and all of them have the shadow of leaflets, and the panicked subordinates hurriedly send them to the master.

In the garrison camp outside the city, the soldiers were having morning exercises, and snow-white pieces of paper were falling sprinklingly. Although the officers tried their best to suppress it, the soldiers still watched it with relish.

You must know that the content of the leaflet has been personally polished by Xiao Houye, and the popular one has been artistically processed.

For example, the protagonist of the first story is a loyal marquis who is framed by the Blood Shadow Hall and tortured by inhuman means, and when he is dying, he shouts: "Loyalty to the court!"

Another example is the second story, writing about a very capable official who governed the area under his jurisdiction in an orderly manner, but was assassinated by the jealous and jealous Blood Shadow Hall, and was still reviewing official documents and formulating a plan for relief to the victims before the time being.

The third story is even more unique, telling the story of a noble son who has been extremely smart since he was a child, and because of his talent, he was listed as a possible target for rebellion, and was followed for a long time, and later died in an accident caused by the Blood Shadow Hall.

The conclusion can be called a classic: these are just a few of the many horrors created by the helm of the Daimyo Mansion of the Blood Shadow Hall, and every state capital city has a branch of the Blood Shadow Hall.

Finally, there are a few eye-catching big words: If you want to know what will happen next, eavesdrop on the next decomposition.

For a while, the three words of the Blood Shadow Hall became the highest word in everyone's mouth, and those who didn't get the flyer did everything possible to inquire with people, saying all the good things and asking for a look.

The government was also a chaotic scene, with officials from all ministries, including the lowest, gathered to listen to the opinions of the adults.

Since the Blood Shadow Hall mainly dealt with nobles and officials, most of these officials were also indignant, especially after seeing the second story, because the protagonist of the story was their former colleague.

Everyone thought that this colleague had died of an illness caused by overwork, but who thought that he had been assassinated, and if this was true, wouldn't everyone be in danger.

Many people feel cold on the back of their necks, as if they have a knife hanging from them.

The little marquis went non-stop to the cities and counties under the jurisdiction of the Daimyo's mansion, and he wanted to scatter leaflets all over these places.