Wuzhou, more than ten miles out of the city, an ancient road, a long pavilion.

A group of officials from the 36 counties of the nine counties of Jiangnan Province, all of whom are of six grades and above, all stood on both sides of the ancient road. In the drizzle, wearing red and green, the long knife of the government office was shining silver, which was terrifying, and the businessmen and passers-by changed color one after another, and they dodged. Or change another way to flee quickly, lest you be unable to hide, or hang your head tremblingly, and walk away lightly, not even daring to turn your head back.

It is no wonder that these businessmen and passers-by are frightened, most of the officials who are familiar with them are solemn, and even more murderous faces, as if they have been greatly folded this time......

"The Funeral Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter 123 The Smoke and Rain of the Changting Ancient Road are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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