Chapter 10: The Serial Deadly Needle (IV)

Author: Han Xuefei

Chapter 10: The Serial Deadly Needle (IV)

County Magistrate Lu didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when Zhang Dashanren asked this, he nodded and smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, yes, they are all from the villagers. If you look down, why bother?"

The Zhu family members and Tang Wang dispersed, and the people in the Maple Leaf Class also released their fists.

"It's all caused by the coffin woman. Just drive her away. If you don't relieve your hatred, let him compensate him for the good coffin as apologies. As for the others, didn't you agree to collect three taels of silver and get back from Mr. Taichang's golden crutches? I see, everyone should do whatever they should do, be kind and make money."

Zhu Yuanbao only felt that it was a headache. Since Mr. Zhang Dashan came forward to make peace, the big thing would be gone, and Zhu Ding had to give up.

But I didn't care about it. Why did everyone make money by being kind and making money? She only paid for the coffin? She also wanted to be a good one! It turns out that Taichang's family has been struggling for more than half a day and it has fallen into her alone?

That won't work.

Since childhood, my master has taught me that no matter how hard I suffer, I cannot suffer a coffin shop, no matter how much I lose, I cannot lose my family, and I cannot make any profit from others, but I must not suffer any losses.

His eyes rolled and waved to Sun Xiaokong.

"Sun Xiaokong, holding the golden crutch, bringing Turtle Xiaobao, waiting for me on the tree."

Sun Xiaokong sniffed and jumped onto the wall, climbed left and right, climbed up the roof, took a gold-inlaid crutch, and squatted on the tree branch obediently.

"Monkey, kidnap..." Zhu Yuanbao stamped his feet in a hurry.

"Why are you still imitating the stupid guy?" Gu Biaoquan laughed, "Ju Yuanbao, listen, if you want a crutch, go and discuss it with Sun Xiaokong."

"I? Discuss with the monkey?" Zhu Yuanbao pointed at his nose and began to doubt his life.

"It's not that I can't help you, but I won't get two coffins."

Zhu Yuanbao nodded desperately: "Okay, okay, I will buy the coffin with you, you have the final say on how much money you want. As long as you get my father's crutch back, you can do whatever you want."

"Sun Xiaokong is just playing with it. You just think it's borrowing it for two days. After you have enough fun, you will naturally send it back to you. OK?"

This is also because Gu Buquan deliberately kept one hand. With a gold-inlaid crutch in his hand, he was not afraid of any trouble for the people of the Zhu family. He had already lost a treasure in the store and could not get rid of two more coffins.

"Okay, okay, aunt, I will follow you." Zhu Yuanbao had to agree if he didn't agree.

Gu Buquan nodded with satisfaction, and the matter was resolved successfully.

However, the maple leaf class seems to have a new problem.

"First it was the joy of getting married, then it was the soul of the bride, and now it was the soul of Mr. Taichang. From one happy event to one funeral and two funerals, we have to settle the money one by one."

Qi bang Hai calculated with his fingers and was extremely serious, and he wanted to compete with each other. However, Zhu Ding was a man who refused to suffer losses. He insisted that the fool brought the coffin woman to ruin his master's lottery. Not only could he not give a single silver, but he had to vomit out the three taels of silver that Zhu Yuanbao had given before.

Isn't this a life for Qi Liu Hai? He is also a snobbish and cruel man. Seeing that Master Taichang is dead, no matter how big the Guanwei daylily is, it will be cold. He doesn't want to care about the county magistrate, so he stumbling up.

"If you can't get the money today, we can't do our future business. Everyone will drink the sea breeze, so it's better to fight."

The Maple Leaf Team endured it for a long time and finally let go of their fists. This time, they smashed someone else's guys, and they were not polite at all. The shouts of beatings and killings in the Zhu family courtyard were heard, and cups, bowls, scoops and plates flew together, and a mess.

Zhu Yuanbao was in tears.

The cloaked villager didn't come in. Gu Buquan was puzzled and leaned against the door for a while. He felt bored. He just raised his foot to leave, and heard a muffled sound in the chaos.

"It's murder."

The sound was not high, but there was a magnetic force that shocked everyone in the audience, and their eyes were all on Ling'an.

Ling Anding looked at County Magistrate Lu and said slowly: "The brides of Xinhuang were all murdered."

The Zhu Mansion compound was silent, and even Sun Xiaokong, who was squeaking, stopped and rushed back to Gu Buquan's side.

...

At this time, two black shadows suddenly appeared on the roof opposite the Zhu Mansion Courtyard, one with a black face and a white face and a white shirt, which was black and white impermanence.

They sat upright on the roof for a long time and saw everything that happened in the Zhu Mansion.

Hei Wuchang held a "life and death book" in his hand, licked his fingers, and flipped it page by page, "It's weird, there is no record of Zhu Gui's fortune-telling, and no one in the Zhu family has ever paid his life, and no orders placed by others."

"There is no committing or orders, so this matter has nothing to do with us." Bai Wuchang's voice was a little cold, "Since the King of Hell has set the rules, we will strictly abide by it."

Hei Wuchang paused for a while, tilted his head to look at Bai Wuchang: "You said, why doesn't the King of Hell do business with the official family? You must know that one business in the official family is better than a thousand public clothes."

"There are risks in the destiny, and be cautious in the destiny. The ones that should be cautious are not only those who vote, but also our money house. The variables in the official family are too great, so we cannot afford this risk. Even ordinary people can only take one of them from thousands of miles away, and it is not advisable to kill them all. This is the teaching of the King of Hell, and you and I must remember it."

Hei Wuchang sneered: "I don't doubt the teachings of the King of Hell, but I think fortune-telling and financial management are the same. If there is one hand, there is second hand. The King of Hell probably use it to make more life, otherwise where will he go to pay the customer for interest? I don't believe him..."

Hei Wuchang said a little, but he was about to come over and whisper, but was pushed away by Bai Wuchang. She didn't seem to like Hei Wuchang very much.

Hei Wuchang changed the topic awkwardly: "I said to Xiaobai, you have saved a lot of life in the past six months, and it doesn't matter how you spend it. What are you going to do?"

"Do you care about me?"

Hei Wuchang didn't care about Bai Wuchang's attitude, stretched out his waist, intentionally or unintentionally lifted a strand of hair hanging on his forehead, and sighed, "It's OK now. The life order for this month has been cancelled, and I can finally take a few days off."

He talked to himself again, "After doing a hundred transactions, I will go to Beijing to find my brother. He went to Beijing to take the exam three years ago, and there is no news yet. I don't know if he passed the exam, nor do I know if he died or lived."

"Hey Xiaobai, why don't we go to the capital together?"

Bai Wuchang shook his head: "If you don't go, I think Maple Leaf Town is pretty good."

"Okay? You can tell how unfair that girl died?"

Bai Wuchang replied coldly: "Do you think there are no ghosts who died unjustly in the capital?"

Hei Wuchang wanted to say something, suddenly sat upright and pointed at the bottom of the room: "Look, judge."

A figure wrapped in a black cloak hurriedly walking among the delicate streets, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"You said, is he a judge?" Bai Wuchang asked.

Hei Wuchang shook his head: "I'm not sure, maybe it's the King of Hell, maybe it's not necessarily."

Bai Wuchang stood up and patted his butt, "Since the matter in Zhu's family has nothing to do with us, it is the business of the world, not the affairs of the underworld, so let them go."

"Aren't you curious to see how that stupid and Mu broke the deadlock?"

"So what if it is broken? After all, they are all people in the game. Besides, they are not our destined people. They neither commit suicide nor place orders, what does it have to do with us?"

Hei Wuchang nodded: "Okay. Let's go."

Two black and white figures swept down from the roof and disappeared into the silk.

The cloaked man turned out from the alley again, turned the roof of his body, sat down at the place where Hei Bai Wuchang had just left, and looked down at the Zhu Mansion.

...

In front of the Zhu Mansion.

He didn't want to leave before he left, but he heard Ling An's words shockingly, and turned his head back.

She only knew that Miss Qiaoer and Mr. Taichang died strangely, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She didn't expect that Shadan would say it clearly, which surprised her.

It seems that this stupid ball doesn't seem that stupid either. He can almost say that the scars on Qiao'er's wrist are not fatal, which makes her wonder what the stupid ball did before and how it fell into the sea?

"Coron?" She glanced at Ling An and shook her head suspiciously.

She had seen a coroner in the county government once. She was a trash man who kept drinking. She had a pleat on her face and fell asleep halfway through the autopsy. Her master couldn't stand it and finished the work for him.

She had also seen the coroner in the county next door, and she was emitting a cold and cold air all over her body, which she didn't like.

I remember my master said that coroners are a cheap man. Like those who sell coffins, no one looks down on them but everyone cannot live without them. The difference is that coroners are considered as the number one person in the yamen.

The stupid man in front of him is stupid, but he looks very energetic, and he has no other problems except stupidity.

In particular, she saved her from danger again and again. If she had such skills, if she had calculated the number one person in the yamen, she would have been able to afford a constable, right?

"Constable?" she murmured to herself, "I have a lot of skills but I am stupid. How can I be as fast as a constable? Can he get the murderer?"

So far, she still can't tell the identity of a fool, only knowing that the silver medal is a real silver medal.

So, Gu Buquan held his arms and was still leaning against the gate, waiting for the cloaked man, while watching how the foolish egg solved the mystery in front of him.

Ling An was banned by Tang Wang and others, but he shook his whole body like a big jumping god. Tang Wang and others flew out like chicken feathers.

County Magistrate Lu’s face was not very good-looking.

Originally, he just had to send Mr. Taichang away from his jurisdiction in a grand manner, and would be promoted by his path in the future. But now he died before leaving the country. If he died unexpectedly, it had nothing to do with him. At most, he would write a document to report it.

If it is a murder case, then the county magistrate will have a heavy responsibility, and Shangguan will definitely hold him accountable. If he can't hold the murderer, his black hat will not be saved.

"What kind of murder is nonsense." County Magistrate Lu angrily scolded.

"The bride committed suicide because she had an affair with her cousin and was dissatisfied with the marriage. Mr. Taichang was old and weak. Recently, he was tired from the marriage and was injured by the bride's death. He drank two more glasses of wine and accidentally fell down, causing him to die unfortunately. The reason and evidence of this official's conclusion is already made. How can you, a great god, bewitch people's hearts by talking nonsense?"

County Magistrate Lu just came to congratulate Mr. Taichang today, and he did not wear official uniforms, but the seven or eight followers around him were all strong and mighty, especially the one named Lu Yang, who was big and thick. He stood there like an iron pestle, which was intimidating, so it did not affect his trembling official power at all.

"Who said my father is old and weak? Can he give me an eighth-room girl? My father has always been tough, so why did he die suddenly? There must be a reason here."

Zhu Yuanbao suddenly started yelling loudly, and the nine ladies behind him also stood up one after another, proving that the old man's body was indeed strong.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have gathered all the perfect beauty today.

Of course, maybe if you don’t have the perfect match, Master Taichang might be happy to guard the nine ladies, so where did you bring about this murder?

Happy New Year, good luck!
Chapter completed!