The ghost was finally burned to death overnight by the excited Xiyue villagers, and Lu Qi became the burial companion of the ghost and was buried in the fire together.

When Lu Qi struggled to ask them for help, Zhong Jifeng couldn't help but turn his head, but saw Jiang Fuyuan staring directly at the fire with an expressionless face.

He couldn't help but ask, "You...... Don't you think that's wrong? ”

"Isn't that right?" Jiang Fuyu's dark pupils reflected the firelight, "Do you think Lu Qi shouldn't die?" ”

Zhong Yongfeng was silent for a moment: "Damn it, but people do evil, they should be handed over to the government for disposal......"

Jiang Fuyuan chuckled: "Yes, people should be handed over to the government for doing evil, but is he still human?" At most, it's a guy (1). ”

Zhong Yongfeng looked at the people around him with a complicated expression, he sometimes felt that she was kind and righteous, would treat her stepson who was not related by blood gently, and would decisively help when encountering difficulties, but sometimes he felt that her three views were a little crooked......

But no matter what she does, she can easily tug at her heartstrings.

Sensing his gaze, Jiang Fuyuan tilted his head: "See what I do?" ”

Look at you. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Chi Shinju, who came over.

"Resignation, the poison of the villagers of Xiyue is really caused by this ghost." He stood between the two without a trace, "I just looked at the arms of a few people, and the cancer has subsided. ”

At this time, Zhou Ping and several villagers also came over, at this time she looked haggard, her eyes were red, her expression was much calmer, and she had obviously accepted the fact that Ah Niu was dead.

The lives of the people are the most fragile, but they are also the most tenacious, just like the weeds on the side of the road, which cannot be cut by a knife and burned by fire. No matter how much pain life has given her, the living always have to move on, she still has a son to raise, and life is still long.

Zhou Ping took the lead in giving Jiang Fuyuan and the others a salute: "I didn't know that it was the fairy Gu Immortal Chief, I neglected you, we cleaned up two clean rooms, and prepared some thin wine, if you don't dislike it, let's rest in our Xiyue Village tonight." ”

Chi Xinsu shook his head: "No, we still have to rush to Bozhou City." ”

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Does the immortal chief think that the wine and food are bland......

Previously, the valuable things in the village were used to pay rent and tribute, and the dishes and drinks for this table of thanksgiving banquet were made up by each family.

Seeing that the villagers all showed worried expressions on their faces, Zhong Yongfeng explained: "Our trip is to learn about the strange things in Bozhou City, your Xiyue Village is still some distance away from the city, and there are already ghosts and ghosts, I'm afraid the city will ......." ”

Everyone fell silent, of course the people of Xiyue Village knew about the fact that a big flood in Bozhou City washed out the corpses of many monsters, if it weren't for the fact that their own village was also experiencing life and death changes, maybe the strange things in Bozhou City were the talk of their after-dinner conversation.

Zhou Ping knew that he couldn't keep them tonight, so he squeezed his left hand hard with his right hand, and mustered up the courage to say the request that was originally planned at the dinner table in advance.

"Immortal Gu, Immortal Chief, the ghost is dead, but the white lotus is really ...... The evil king is still alive, if one day he makes some kind of ghost to harm people...... I don't know if there is any way for the fairy Gu Immortal to keep our Xiyue Village safe? ”

She knew that she was very abrupt when she said this, and she needed to pay a lot of money as incense to invite a Taoist priest in Dashun Country, but Xiyue Village really had no money, so she could only ask for it directly with her cheeky mouth open.

Hearing this, neither Chi Xinsu nor Dao Shi expressed their position, of course, the Dao Palace has a magic weapon to shake ghosts and drive away evil spirits, but it will not be left to a small village.

Jiang Fuyuan opened his mouth and said: "The itchy ghost is only strong because of your offerings, you just need to worship the righteous gods, and don't believe in the gods you haven't heard." ”

Zhou Ping: "That...... I don't know who the main god of the fairy girl is? ”

Jiang Fu Kite: "Fu Kite Immortal Venerable." ”

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay, then we will also worship the Immortal Venerable of Fu Kite in the future." ”

Chi Xinsu, Zhong Yongfeng, and two Taoist attendants: ...... What about not believing in a god you haven't heard?

For the sudden increase in believers, Jiang Fuyuan was rare and generous, and after leaving a dozen peace charms for Xiyue Village, several people returned to the convoy and marched to Bozhou City overnight.

It was noon when I arrived in Bozhou City, and the streets were still as lively as the last time Jiang Fuyuan came, with pedestrians walking in a hurry, shops and stalls with goods, and the sound of the market in my ears.

Zhong Yongfeng: "Do you think there is anything wrong?" ”

Chi Xinsu also noticed a hint of strangeness in the air, he quietly observed the passers-by, and said slowly: "It's not right, they're too normal." ”

It stands to reason that there are so many visions in Bozhou, and people will be more or less panicked, and along the way, everyone in the city has a calm expression on their faces, as if nothing has happened.

Jiang Fuyuan knocked on the window with his index finger and whispered, "And there are no young girls on the street." ”

After she reminded them, everyone realized that in the huge city of Bozhou, they really didn't see a young woman on the street.

Zhong Yongfeng frowned: "How can this be?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Let's go to the mansion first, maybe Lord Zhai can give us the answer." ”

When the carriage drove into the street where the government was located, a mournful suona sound came from far and near.

The closer they got to the palace, the louder it became, and when the carriage stopped, they were sure that the funeral music was coming from the palace.

Oh no, are they too late?

Several people glanced at each other, and quickly got out of the car and entered the door.

The front hall of the government is as usual, and the backyard is covered with white flags and white silk, and the servants and maids are all dressed in plain clothes, wearing filial piety hats, wearing sackcloth, with sad faces and rippled tears.

Jiang Fuyuan grabbed an old slave who bowed his head and wept and asked, "When did you not have people?" ”

The old slave lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, then lowered his head and wiped his tears with his sleeves: "It's been three days...... Alas, I didn't expect that when I was so old, I would have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person......"

As he spoke, as an old slave of the Zhai family, he felt sad and sighed heavily: "The backbone of the master is gone, how can the Zhai family live in the future......

The death of the prefect is a major event, and the position of the governor of a state cannot be vacant for a long time, Zhong Yongfeng asked with a solemn expression: "Is there a new person sent by the imperial court?" Who is in charge of the house now? ”

Hearing this, the old slave was shocked: "The court still cares about this?" Also send a new person? ”

"No matter what, it concerns the people of a state, and the imperial court naturally has to take care of it." Zhong Yongfeng patiently comforted him, "Don't worry, old man, Lord Zhai is a good official, and the imperial court will definitely send a prefect who is as diligent and loves the people as Lord Zhai to take over the affairs of Bozhou." ”

The old slave was even more shocked: "It turns out that the dead wife can't even be an official?" ”

Zhong Yongfeng: "What does being an official have to do with a dead wife...... Wait, the backbone you are talking about is Lord Zhai's wife? ”

The old slave patted his thigh: "Of course, Madame is the pillar of our Zhai family, and we have to ask Madame what we mean in everything in our house." ”

He paused suddenly, looked up at Zhong Yongfeng, and said expectantly: "My lord, can you talk to the imperial court, and if you send another lady, you will send someone who is as kind and capable as our first lady?" ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ......

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