"Happy, happy."

Zhong Sheng carries an ancient sword on his back, holds a bloody package in one hand, and holds a thin porcelain wine pot at an angle in the other.

The jug is here, containing fine wine, which ordinary people cannot drink, and is reserved for wealthy families.

Every time he took a step, he poured a sip of wine into his mouth, munching on the night breeze and the food and wine.

Killing people and taking their heads, drinking alcohol to wash away the blood, the blood of the evil boy in his bones is boiling.

The second uncle, Zhong Kui, had a strong personality. After his death, he became a god and even ate evil spirits alive.

This kind of temperament was inherited from Zhong Sheng, and he simply did things without any taboos.

He walked as fast as flying, taking the time to get out of the city. As soon as he climbed over the city wall, he heard a loud noise behind him.

Something happened!

There are people coming and going in the prefecture, and if we can't hide it for a long time, someone must have discovered the bodies of the father and son.

The city must be very lively tonight, and many people will not be able to sleep.

"Huh?"

Zhong Sheng landed, looked at the city wall behind him, weighed the wine pot, and found that it was empty.

He smashed the wine bottle with his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, and stumbled into the night.

I don’t know how long I walked, but as I got drunk, many small bumpkins appeared in front of me, making me dazzled.

Before Zhong Sheng knew it, he had broken into a mass grave outside the city and kept shouting, "It's a good wine, but it's a pity that it's on top."

After walking a few more steps, I couldn't hold on anymore. I hugged the head in my arms and fell to the ground. I rested my head on a small earthen bag and fell asleep.

There is a commotion in the city, and the fires everywhere are soaring into the sky, shining like daylight.

Gongs and drums burst, torches burn, and footsteps crackle all night long.

The yamen and subordinate officials were all in good order, regardless of the number of thieves or murderers. They all went out to knock on doors and ask questions.

The gangsters and scoundrels in the city suffered a lot. They were pulled out of their hiding places one by one, kicked and beaten, and put into prison for torture.

The four city gates opened, and tall horses roared past, carrying knights and messages to all directions.

The officials worked tremblingly, drafting documents and submitting them to the court all night long.

The prefect was an official of the imperial court, but a strongman sneaked into the mansion and killed him, and his son's head was cut off. This was a major case that broke the news.

"How big of a trouble has Boss caused?"

The boy who was on duty kneeled down among a group of trembling watchmen, and he and his father were interrogated.

He still doesn’t know that Boss Zhong has done something earth-shattering and killed an official.

The bad people in the streets and alleys, led by the bad handsome men, divided into small teams to search for traces.

Soon, a group of people found traces outside the city.

"Boss, there are bloody footprints leading all the way to the outside of the city."

A bad man squatted on the ground, dipped some dirt into it and tasted it, "It should be the fine wine from the prefect's house."

The bad commander is a black-faced man who once served in the army. Later, he was deprived of his status as a soldier because of beating an officer, and was classified as a bad man.

"After killing the person, chop off the head and take it away with a bottle of wine."

"He is cruel, calm, and steady. He is definitely a thief who kills without any calculation. Boss, we have encountered a tough situation."

After hearing this, the black-faced man waved his hand and said, "Chase."

……

"My benefactor, my benefactor, wake up quickly."

Zhong Sheng opened his hazy eyes, and there was a woman in white standing in front of him, with a weak and pitiful expression, resembling a weaker white flower.

"What kind of benefactor? I don't know you."

The woman in white knelt down and worshiped him, "You killed the prefect and avenged me, you are my benefactor."

"Hurry up, a vicious dog is catching up with you. I'll stop it for you for a moment."

Zhong Sheng was doubtful. When he got up, his eyes blurred and he woke up.

It was actually a dream just now, the woman in white in the dream?

He touched his body and suddenly realized that something was wrong. It was clearly a grave mound.

Could it be that the woman in white whom I met in my dream was the unjust woman buried in the grave?

"You kid, you don't care about other people's affairs."

Zhong Sheng took out the head of the prefect, with the frightened look on his face still remaining, and placed it heavily on the grave.

Everyone said he was a wicked young man, but this second-generation official’s evil deeds were a hundred times worse than his.

How many innocent women were ruined by his power, dragged into the prefect's mansion, and died in humiliation.

The source of the conflict between the two parties was that Zhong Sheng saw the other party robbing a girl, and he couldn't stand it and stepped forward to stop him.

"Girl, I don't know what your name is. This evil thief's head is just a pig's head as a sacrifice to you. Don't think it's dirty."

Wang Fu saluted three times at the grave, turned around and left.

The blood stains on the head seeped into the soil and gradually sank into the ground.

"Boss, there are mass graves in front of us. They are very evil. It's colder than other places in broad daylight."

The night wind howled all around, and it was inexplicably cold.

The black-faced man remained silent, lit a piece of yellow paper, and said, "Ghosts from all over the world, please do it for your convenience."

The fire flashed, the surrounding wind noise subsided, and the bad people entered the mass graves one after another.

"Boss, something's not right, footprints, footprints on the ground..."

The bad guy in charge of the footprints spoke in a hurried tone, pointing to the ground and chattering with his teeth. The original line of footprints suddenly broke off in front of him, as if he was flying into the sky.

"Huh, it's just an illusion."

The black-faced man pulled out a long knife from his waist. He was a veteran of hundreds of battles, and his weapon was also a ferocious weapon that killed countless people.

The long knife slashed down in the air, and there was a loud scream. Everyone's eyes were blurred, and the broken footprints were resumed.

"The boss is very capable."

Hei took a few more steps, and a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and a figure stood in front of him.

The woman in white clothes that Zhong Sheng saw earlier was now wearing red clothes, with her head lowered and her back turned to the black-faced men.

"Little lady, the official is on business, please get out of the way."

A bad person said loudly, with a hint of trembling in his politeness.

After saying it three times, there was still no response, and everyone's hearts went crazy.

The black-faced man knew that he had encountered a ruthless person. Without saying a word, he wiped the blade of the blade with his palm, and blood flowed along the blade, filling the blood tank in an instant.

"I am a murderer, and I am full of evil spirits. Why should I be afraid of ghosts?

The blood-stained long knife, when the sinister wind blew, shone like a soldering iron, sizzled, and gave off an inaudible scream.

He took a few steps and watched the blade sink into the back of the woman in red.

The shades of the surrounding trees swayed, people swarmed over with their teeth and claws bared, and the bad guys around were screaming in surprise.

In the blink of an eye, the group of people was submerged in the dead branches, struggling to split open more and more dead branches and thorns.

At dawn, everyone just got away and looked around. There was no trace of the woman in red anywhere.

"Evil door."

The black-faced man shook his head and turned back to the city. Behind him, his men chased him and asked questions.

"Boss, don't chase me."

"No more chasing. Please ask who are the people buried in the mass graves."

The dark-faced man has a cold face and a warm heart. He has already guessed that the corpses scattered in the graves are mostly poor people who were tortured to death by the prefecture.

Even if there are ghosts, they are not evil ghosts, but good ghosts.

Good ghosts do not help evil people, but help them because the strong man killed the prefect and his son to avenge them.

"Boss, the head of the prefect has been found."

The bad guy came to offer something as a treasure, and it turned out to be the head of the governor's son. The blood from the cut had long since dried.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. After all, it is retribution for retribution."
Chapter completed!