Damn it!

Damn of course!

What Yu Chen believes in is to kill people to pay for their lives.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood.

- This is also his bottom line and one of the few places where it coincides with the laws of the imperial court.

Hundreds of households in Wangfu Township, who did you recruit and provoke whom?

People live a good life, fishing, weaving, working, and keeping to themselves.

Why was he suddenly arrested and used flesh and blood for alchemy?

- Fucking refining.

What do you think this is a human business?

And after the death of hundreds of families in Wangfu Township, the souls condensed together, turned into endless evil qi, and suffered two or three days of the rules of heaven and earth, and finally met Yu Chen.

The sea of blood is deep, and death is not blind!

Yu Chen knows all this.

But the biggest problem is the wild fox face.

In the marquee of hundreds of households in Wangfu Township, Yu Chen looked at the black-robed masked people, as well as the man who looked like the leader.

Although some of them have cultivated in their bodies, most of them may be to the extent of opening the sea realm.

Yu Chen alone can serve them all in one pot.

But the key is that the wild fox face that appeared at the end is different.

This guy, although he was in the marquee of hundreds of households in Wangfu Township, did not make a move.

But Yu Chen had seen him in Zhang Weizhi's marquee - with the power of one person, he slaughtered the entire Houtu Temple in just half an hour!

Including Zhang Weizhi.

That's a low-grade Divine Cultivator of the Divine Realm!

All of this can only show one point, that wild fox face is at least a high-grade god realm alchemist!

Admittedly, he deserves to die.

But Yu Chen, what can he use to die?

With sincerity?

After getting up and wanting to go, the young mausoleum keeper walked out of the underworld and tied up a paper figure in the mausoleum guarding house.

Old man Wen Sheng asked him what he was going to do.

Yu Chen just said that what he couldn't do, someone could do.

After a while, just look at the bamboo strips as bones, yellow paper as the body, cinnabar outline, black ink dots, a paper figure in his hands to form.

Yu Chen breathed at the paper figure.

The light smoke was puffed up, lifelike, and he went out.

In the wind and snow of the dark night, stepping on the wind and snow, galloping down the mountain.

——At this time, after Yu Chen refined Qi and entered the Dao and was promoted to open the sea, the paper figure was no longer a simple trick to obstruct the eyes.

With the Qi of heaven and earth infused with it, Bento can really turn decay into magic, and has many miraculous features!

For example, at this moment, this paper figure can even cast Yu Chen's magical spells, of course, it is definitely not as powerful as his own power.

Gossip aside.

The paper man walked through the streets and alleys all the way, and went straight to Chang'an City, outside the prison department.

The two officers and soldiers, like green pines standing still in the wind and snow, stood at the door, motionless, like sculptures.

Yu Chen didn't talk much nonsense, and manipulated the paper man to go to the prison division.

The two officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward and stopped them.

Yu Chen only said that he was the deceased of Si Ming Yang Zhen, and there was something that he had to hand over to Si Ming no matter what.

The two officers and soldiers were stunned for a moment, and took an envelope from Yu Chen's hand, although they were suspicious, but it was related to Lord Si Ming, so they still reported it.

In the prison department, late at night, Yang Xi sat behind the desk, and there was a thick pile of files on the table.

At this moment, this dignified superintendent was tired, and his face was dull.

In the past few days, Yang Xi's entire braincase is big.

There's so much going on.

The first is the death of the old man Wen Sheng, although he said that he was sacred, he was ordered by His Majesty to cut off his head.

But Yang Zhen and the old man Wensheng have known each other for a long time, he Yang Zhen dreamed of being a generation of Confucians when he was a child, and he also went to the old man Wensheng who was in Jinling at that time to learn from him.

The results are self-evident and unsuccessful.

Otherwise, there would be no prison commander today.

But it is precisely because of this matter that Yang Xi and Wen Sheng are quite familiar, so they naturally don't believe that he Li Huan is the kind of person who will steal the so-called "secret treasure".

But after the holy decree came down, the old man Wen Sheng didn't defend a little, so he really let Wu Yong cut off his head with tears.

Who do you want to reason with this?

This is only the first annoyance.

The second is the destruction of the Thick Earth View.

Overnight, a Great Dao Temple full of Qi refiners was wiped out silently.

If it weren't for the photo stone left by the "judge" to prove that the Zheng family's extermination case was instigated by the Houtuguan Damu Zhenren, Yang Zhen would have gone to Sanssouci Mountain in anger, and I am afraid that the matter of the destruction of Houtuguan would not know when it would be discovered.

In short, although the Houtuguan is not a good thing, their overnight destruction also made Yang Zhen, who was the commander of Jinling's prison, a pain in the brain.

- He was originally in charge of the entire Jinling Qi refining circle.

Now that a thousand-person temple has been destroyed, he has not been able to find the murderer for a long time, and whoever comes has to be in a hurry.

These two things are enough to make Yang Zhen anxious.

But that's not all.

In the past two days, he took the time to look at the investigation files of the floods on the banks of the Cangjiang River a few days ago.

I also noticed that something was not quite right.

- This may be reasonable during the scorching heat and flood tide in the middle of summer.

But at this time, the weather is freezing cold, and there have been floods in Cangjiang one after another, and the fucking ones are all next to villages and towns, which is too outrageous.

And the people in charge of the Earth Supervision Department also detected the almost undetectable chaotic aura of Heaven and Earth Qi from the riverside where the incident occurred.

In this way, it cannot be ruled out that these floods were also deliberately carried out.

……

One bad thing after another was piled up, and Yang Zhen only felt that his brain hurt.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and sucked the cold wind and snow into his chest, setting it aside for a while.

Then, he looked at the envelope presented by the goalkeeper.

Take it apart and take a look.

The expression on his face instantly stiffened.

It's like it's frozen.

Just look at the letterhead, there is nothing else at the beginning, just a small poem.

[One pound of beef in sauce, two large white buns. All meals are the same, and the four seasons do not change. 】

Judging from the standards of poetry and literature in the academy, it can be said that it is a child's work of a few years old, and it is nonsense.

But a long time ago, when Yang Zhen was a child, when he had not yet started to practice swords, and when he was still dreaming of a generation of Confucianism, these few small poems were his proud work!

Even for fear of being stolen, no one said anything!

Only when he went to find the Ven Saint apprentice did he give him a look at the old man!

In other words, only Wen Sheng and the two of them know about this matter!

And the old man Wensheng is a person, and it is impossible for him to tell others these troubled things.

But at this moment, this black history has been turned out again after a few decades.

Of course, this is not a problem.

The problem is that the old man Wensheng, who knew about this, died, his head was cut off, and after being sewn up, he was buried in the Wanjia Mausoleum.

Dead through!

In that case, how did this poem come about?

Yang Xi suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to look down.

But when I look at it, my scalp is even more numb!

In the letter, it was clearly stated.

The one who destroyed the thick earth and the view was a man who wore a mask with the face of a wild fox.

Not only that, but he not only destroyed the Houtu Temple, but also did more evil things!

The people of Wangfu Township, who were wiped out by the Cangjiang flood, did not die because of the flood, but were taken away by the wild fox face and used to practice the Dan alive!

Their corpses are the pile of white bones that the government has just discovered!

Even, the letter also gave the address of the alchemy of the demons.

There is not a single superfluous nonsense, but everything is made clear.

The ins and outs are clear.

It's like storytelling.

Originally, Yang Zhen probably wouldn't believe it.

But the poem at the beginning made him undecided.

There was even a ridiculous speculation in my mind.

- Could it be that old guy Li Huan...... Not dead?

He sent this letter?

But that's not right!

The corpse that was cut off by Wu Yong, the state capital, was indeed Li Huan.

And he also witnessed the body put into the coffin and sent to the funeral.

But if Li Huan died, then who translated these little poems from decades ago?

Yang Zhen's brain is even more chaotic.

Pinched the letter and went out.

Ask the two officers and soldiers who guarded the gate who sent the letter.

The two of them were at a loss, only saying that the man was covered in a robe and hood, and he didn't see his face clearly, but he claimed to be Yang Xi's old man.

Without getting any clues, Yang Xi left, and rushed to the state pastor's mansion overnight to find Wu Yong.

showed the letter to Wu Yong, the state pastor.

The state pastor also felt a burst of inexplicability.

I can't tell the truth from the fake.

The two discussed for a long time before making up their minds.

- Whether he is true or not, just look at it!

Although there is no evidence of death in the thick soil, the hundreds of families in Wangfu Township have also become a pile of white bones.

But the letter said where the place of "alchemy for the living" was.

Truth and falsehood, you will know when you go!

If there really be demons in that place who use living people to make elixir, then it proves that the faith is true.

If there is no sign of anything in that place, then the letter is a hoax.

After the decision was made, the two discussed again, this operation was better kept secret - just let Yang Xi bring the alchemists of the Prison Division.

Otherwise, the demons gathered in that place, and they rashly dispatched officers and soldiers, and under the huge momentum, they were afraid of startling the snakes.

Immediately, Yang Zhen issued an order, sent troops, and the entire prison division slowly operated.

At the end, Yang Zhen was about to walk out of the door, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "Lord Zhou Mu, sinner Li Huan...... Really dead? ”

When the state pastor heard this, he felt inexplicable, but he still replied: "This official personally cut off the teacher's head, and he can't fake it—but you also know that his divine sword was no longer in his mind when the official found him, and the so-called secret treasure on the holy decree has never been seen by the official." ”

At the end, the lord of a state laughed at himself: "Tsk, the holy will is like a heavenly sword...... You can't disobey! This official never dreamed that one day he would cut off his own teacher's head! Knowing this, this official would not have embarked on this so-called career in the first place! ”

Yang Zhen was silent, arched his hand, and left.

Early the next morning.

On the Wanjia Mausoleum, Yu Chen got up early in the morning, left a paper figure to look at the tomb in his own appearance, and went down the mountain.

I drank a bowl of steaming porridge in a tea shop in the city, ate two big buns with sauce and meat, and walked out of the city.

After a while, the Prison Division ordered Yang Xi to lead the team, and a group of Prison Supervisor Refining Qi soldiers stepped on the wind and snow and also went out of the city.

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