There is an execution ground at the entrance of the vegetable market in Shuncheonfu.

Like the other provincial capitals, it was a place for questioning and beheading prisoners.

Until then, people would be locked up in the prison department located in the east of the city, and as for arrest and interrogation, it would be under the control of the torture room.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month, it should have been a good day to welcome the God of Wealth, but Sun Shuyi's father and mother couldn't sleep horizontally on the bed.

"Mother-in-law, where did you say we went? I haven't been back for two days. ”

"It's miles, it's miles, doesn't it mean that you only leave on the seventh day of the first month? Where has this man gone? ”

"Otherwise, let's go to Dengxian Pavilion tomorrow to see ......"

Before Sun Housheng finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Sun Shuyi's mother was overjoyed, lifted the quilt and sat up, she picked up the clothes at the end of the bed and wrapped them in the quilt, and got out of bed.

Mouthful:

"My son is back, my son is back."

Sun Housheng also smiled, and a hanging heart finally let go.

Sun Li opened the door, and Sun Wei, the guard of the torture room dressed in a red and cotton jacket, opened his mouth and asked, "Is this Sun Shuyi's home?" ”

"It's... Yes. ”

"Did he come back?"

Sun Li chuckled in his heart and shook his head.

"You two, get dressed and come with me!"

Sun Wei was upset.

Yesterday, I was put on the side by the grain store, and I was already unhappy, but someone came to report the case tonight.

But the key person who reported the case was still the parents of a quasi-immortal cultivator, saying that their son Guo Ran was gone!

Is this still the case?

Sun Wei immediately reported this time to Dengxian Pavilion, and after many inquiries, Guo Ran and Sun Shuyi disappeared after they came out of the Shouxian Mansion yesterday.

Therefore, Dengxian Pavilion sent him again to bring Sun Shuyi's parents to ask about it.

Sun Housheng and Sun Li looked ugly, and they wrapped themselves in coats and went out.

After walking for about half an hour, I came to Dengxian Pavilion.

It is still the red carved white jade glazed tile, and the roof that was destroyed by the evil cultivator a few days ago has also been repaired.

Sun Wei led the two old men into the foyer.

Statues of monks such as Chilian Zhenren and Yellow Feather Fairy stand on both sides.

Sun Housheng felt as if someone was staring at him behind him, and his whole body trembled and his back was cold.

Across the foyer and across the courtyard, the three entered a lobby.

Above the lobby, a female crown dressed in a green shirt with a face like a peach and plum sat above, and beside her was Duan Lin, who was not inferior in appearance but slightly inferior in temperament.

Before Jindan, the male cultivators were dignified, and the female cultivators were like fairies......

Originally, Zhao Yunlong was also going to be called, but tonight the Zhao family was also not peaceful, so Chen Boya, the deacon of Dengxian Pavilion, only found Duan Lin alone.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the deacon, who was on the second floor of the crystal, spoke:

"Guo Ran and Sun Shuyi are missing?"

The Sun family and the Guo family agreed at the same time.

Sun Wei stepped aside.

"Where did they go?" Chen Boya turned her head to look at Duan Lin and asked.

"I followed a carbon seller named Feng Ping."

Zhao Yunlong's thoughts, how could she not know?

Yesterday's look made it clear that they were going to find trouble with Feng Ping, but what did this have to do with her? So at that time, she didn't stop it.

"Feng Ping?"

"Yes, he also entered the Immortal Pavilion, but he had no Qi Sea, so he was eliminated." Duan Lin replied respectfully.

"You mean they were killed by the guy named Feng Ping?"

As soon as he heard this, Sun Housheng, Sun Li, and the two of the Guo family weakened and collapsed to the ground.

Their son was already an immortal, but now he is dead?

How is this acceptable!

Chen Boya glanced at Sun Wei, "Take them out!" ”

They were called to inquire, not to see them weeping there! Disappointed!

"I don't know." Duan Lin shook his head.

"Someone." Deacon Chen Boya called softly, and a young monk came down from the wall and came to them.

"What do you command?"

"Go to the house and check with me if there is a person who is sealed and where he lives!"

Duan Lin shook his head: "He seems to be burning charcoal outside the city." ”

……

Light Street.

Seal the shop under the plate.

"Whistleblowers? How to sue? ”

Zhang Mazi leaned on the tobacco crate and asked suspiciously.

"If you really swallow this batch of goods, no matter whether the Taoist surnamed Yao succeeds or not, you will die! In this case, it is better to have a showdown with the Zhao family directly and beg him to protect your life. ”

Since he heard that the person just now is in the crystallization realm, Feng Ping has already made up his mind, this shop is unbelievable!

No matter who lives here, the end result is the same!

"You, do you mean that I will go to the Zhao Firm's firm and tell you about this matter?" Zhang Mazi scratched his head and felt that something was wrong.

Feng Ping threw the dagger in his hand into the air, and then didn't take it, letting it stick to the table.

"You took someone else's goods, even if you go to the informant, isn't that still a death?"

After Zhang Mazi listened, his face was longer than that of a donkey.

It's all death!

What a secret is that!

"How long does it take to get from here to Zhao's firm?" Feng Ping suddenly asked.

"Half an hour, if it's fast."

"Then where does the Taoist surnamed Yao live?"

"My home."

"How long has it been from here to your house?"

"A stick of incense is enough."

"An hour later, almost at the end of the day, you go back and say that I wounded you, and that I am going to swallow this shipment alone." Feng Ping explained, "Remember, you must act very seriously injured, so that he doesn't want to take you with this oil bottle!" ”

Although Zhang Mazi can't be said to be talented, his brain is not stupid.

As soon as he said this, he completely understood, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the other party in surprise, "Feng Ye, high!" That's high! I'll mess with you in the future! ”

"Wait outside."

Feng Ping didn't listen to his sycophants, he went back to the back room, took out the paper and pen that was ready to keep accounts, and wrote a few lines crookedly.

Why don't you say that you haven't practiced calligraphy in your previous life?

Grab a brush and use the technique of grasping the pen.

After writing, Feng Ping picked it up and took a look:

"It's recognizable, that's good."

He blew a few breaths, folded it in half and stuffed it into his pocket when the handwriting was dry, and then took a copy of "The Twelve Methods of Qi Refining" from under the bed.

Out of the back room, Feng Ping said to Zhang Mazi again: "Open the door, run two laps outside, and come back." ”

"Run? Two laps? Why? ”

"Why do you have so many problems?"

Although Zhang Mazi was puzzled, he still opened the door panel and did so.

The wind outside the house was biting, and he looked very awkward when he was kicked in the abdomen.

According to what Feng Ping said, he really ran outside twice, and then obediently returned to the shop.

Seeing this, Feng Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the monk is gone.

"You... It's..."

"What are you? Let me ask you again, how will you behave seriously injured when you return home? ”

Zhang Mazi pretended to be in pain and covered his only belly, "Do you think this is okay?" ”

"What do you think?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Ping's mouth and asked rhetorically.

"That's... So what to do? ”

"It's simple." Feng Ping rolled up his sleeves and punched Zhang Mazi in the face, "I'll help you!" ”