While everyone was bowing their heads under the power of the dragon's wrath, Liang Yuming somehow flicked something on Fan Baocai.

Liang Yuming left immediately, Wu Xu frowned slightly and whispered: "Twice."

The voice was very low, but Xu Zhiqiong could hear it clearly. Wu Xu said "twice", which should mean that Liang Yuming used the power of Dragon's Fury twice.

Is there anything special about this?

Is there a limit to the number of times Dragon Fury can be used?

Qu Jinshan put away the puppet and asked Xu Zhiqiong to take Fan Baocai away.

Xu Zhiqiong was about to step forward, but was stopped by Wu Xu again.

"Don't move, it tastes wrong!"

Wu Xu raised his eyebrows, his eyes revealed murderous intent, and pulled Xu Zhiqiong behind him.

Qu Jinshan also noticed something unusual, rubbed the jade sign, and released the yin and yang puppet.

Fan Baocai knelt on the ground with a dull expression, scanning the crowd.

He fixed his gaze on Zhou Kairong, and Zhou Kairong angrily scolded: "You committed a crime, and you are responsible for it, but why do you expect me to do it?"

Fan Baocai slowly turned his face and looked at Wu Xu again, with no trace of fear on his numb face.

What is this guy going to do?

Have you thought about it? No longer alive? Want to fight Wu Xu?

Xu Zhiqiong felt terrified. What did Liang Yuming shoot at him just now? Did he pretend to be a brave man?

While he was thinking about it, Fan Baocai had a bulge at the corner of his eyebrows. At first it was like a grain of rice, but in an instant it became the size of a soybean.

The soybean-sized bag suddenly moved, sliding from the corner of the eye to the cheekbone, and then from the cheekbone to the cheek.

This is not a bag!

Something is moving inside Fan Baocai's body!

Xu Zhiqiong was shocked when he heard Qu Jinshan shouting from the side: "Back off, back off again!"

Fan Baocai's condition became more and more abnormal. He was sitting in the yard with his face facing the sky and his neck began to shake in circles.

No one knew what Fan Baocai was going crazy about, including Zhou Kairong, who also didn't know what Fan Baocai wanted to do.

But Zhou Kairong smelled a glimmer of opportunity.

If Fan Baocai resists arrest, Wu Xu can execute him on the spot.

If Wu Xu doesn't want to kill him, Zhou Kairong can do it for Wu Xu.

This is not only out of the friendship of colleagues, but also out of the duty of an official. No one can find any flaws.

Xu Zhiqiong kept staring at Fan Baocai. His observation skills were sharper than others, and he noticed some changes in Fan Baocai's body.

The neck is getting thicker, the head is getting smaller, and the body is getting rounder.

His movements also became more weird, with his neck shaking round and round, the speed was very even, and there was no sense of lag in the joints at all.

Looking at him, Xu Zhiqiong quickly thought of a kind of creature, silkworm chrysalis.

Fan Baocai, like a silkworm chrysalis, is slowly wriggling under the moonlight.

He suddenly lay down on the ground and crawled up to Zhou Kairong.

Zhou Kairong also felt strange, but he couldn't care much. As long as Fan Baocai died, all the crimes could be blamed on him. Now was the best opportunity to kill and silence him.

"Evil servant, how dare you resist arrest! How dare you be so arrogant in front of me!"

Zhou Kairong used the technique of following etiquette and used his status as master and servant to force Fan Baocai to accept his control.

Seeing Fan Baocai lying motionless in front of him, Zhou Kairong pulled out his long sword and slashed at Fan Baocai's head.

This time he was supposed to chop his neck, but Fan Baocai's neck was too thick and Zhou Kairong couldn't find the right position.

It doesn't matter, if you cut off half of his head, it will still kill him.

The sword edge fell on Fan Baocai's face, sinking deeply into it. Zhou Kairong felt that the touch felt wrong.

This does not feel like cutting through the flesh, but like an iron rod hitting the tendon of a cow. The tendon is not broken, but the long sword bounces back.

The long sword was indeed bounced back, leaving no scratch on Fan Baocai's face.

Zhou Kairong was stunned. Fan Baocai had been following him for more than ten years. He had always thought that Fan Baocai was just a loyal and clever servant, but he never thought that he had such a weird cultivation level.

Zhou Kairong did not dare to be careless and used the Confucian's seventh-level skill, Huairen.

The essence of this skill is to inspire the opponent's benevolence and make the opponent voluntarily give up violence.

It is also a very shameless skill. To put it simply, it is to make the opponent put down their weapons, give up resistance, and let themselves be slaughtered. The lower the opponent's cultivation level, the longer they can be controlled.

Seeing Fan Baocai lying on the ground motionless, Zhou Kairong thought he had been hit by a skill and quickly poured the aura of awe into the long sword.

With the bonus of awe-inspiring aura, even if Fan Baocai had copper skin and iron bones, he couldn't resist this sword.

"Evil slave! You secretly practiced evil arts, attacked and killed the lantern man, and now you resist arrest. This is not allowed by heaven. As your master, I must now..."

Originally, Confucianism was slow to move, but Zhou Kairong kept pushing for a long time in order to shirk the blame.

Before the long sword could be raised, Fan Baocai curled up, bounced off the ground, and bumped into Zhou Kairong.

The collision was so powerful that it broke two of Zhou Kai-rong's ribs, and Zhou Kai-rong, a sixth-grade Confucian scholar, fell to the ground on the spot.

Fan Baocai threw himself in front of Zhou Kairong and spit out a piece of white thread from his mouth.

Confucian was not strong and fast, so Zhou Kairong had no way to fight back or dodge. If this ball of thread fell on Zhou Kairong's face, Zhou Kairong would definitely die.

At the critical moment, Wu Xu came to his rescue and pulled him out from under Fan Baocai by his collar.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm scared. Your family is very good at guarding the hospital, and this servant is even more amazing!" Wu Xu carried Zhou Kairong and avoided the thread spit out by Fan Baocai.

Zhou Kairong shook his head and said: "This evil slave has been following me for more than ten years. I really didn't know he had any cultivation."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Baocai rolled and squirmed and rushed over again. Wu Xu carried Zhou Kairong and jumped to avoid him again.

"Mr. Zhou, you have been raising Gu for so many years, but have you never let anyone know about it?"

"What kind of Gu?" Zhou Kairong looked at Wu Xu in surprise.

"You are still pretending to be confused, but you didn't say just now that he has been following you for more than ten years."

"He has been following me for more than ten years, but I don't know him..."

"You don't admit it, do you?" Wu Xu smiled ferociously, "Then confront him face to face."

After saying that, Wu Xu threw Zhou Kairong in front of Fan Baocai.

Fan Baocai squirmed and pounced on Zhou Kairong. Zhou Kairong dodged awkwardly and shouted to the officials: "Comrades, follow me and kill this evil servant!"

Wu Xu smiled and said: "The art of poison can defeat Confucianism. How can you kill him based on your cultivation level?"

The officials invited by Zhou Kairong were all Confucian cultivators, most of whom were ninth grade, and there was also an eighth grade and a seventh grade.

The ninth level of Confucianism is to follow etiquette and force the other party to follow etiquette, but now Fan Baocai has no concept of etiquette at all.

The eighth-level Confucian skill, innocence, can eliminate all evil thoughts in the mind and concentrate on fending off the enemy. This trick is also effective against the Yin Yang family. It can be used to break the formation. Fan Bao in front of him does not know how to set up the formation, and is made of hard steel.

Needless to say, the seventh level of Confucianism is Huairen. Fan Baocai has no concept of benevolence and righteousness.

The only useful skill is the sixth-grade skill Haoran Qi, and its activation speed is too slow.

Even if Zhou Kairong, a sixth-grade man, was in such a miserable state, how could the other officials dare to die.

The crowd retreated further and further away, Zhou Kairong dodged, his steps were messy, and he was knocked down by Fan Baocai again.

White hair came out of Fan Baocai's mouth again, and the bitter smell hit his face.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhou Kairong did not care about his face and shouted loudly: "Qianhu save me!"

Wu Xu kicked Fan Baocai away, grabbed Zhou Kairong and said, "Isn't this really the poison you raised?"

Zhou Kairong gasped: "I will never lie to you."

"Why are you hurting me tonight?"

"This is all done by evil servants, and I know nothing about it..."

"You are so unrepentant!" Wu Xu threw Zhou Kairong to Fan Baocai again. Fan Baocai's body swelled, became more rounded, and completely turned into a worm.

He rolled up Zhou Kairong and tried to spin the silk again. Zhou Kairong wailed: "I admit it, I admit it!"

Wu Xu took Zhou Kairong out, kicked Fan Baocai away, and asked, "What do you recognize?"

Zhou Kairong hesitated and refused to say anything, so Wu Xu brought him to Fan Baocai's lips again. This time Zhou Kairong did not dare to delay any longer.

"Qianhu, my nephew was killed and I have a grudge in my heart, so tonight I ordered my servant Fan Baocai to harm your subordinate Deng Lang!"

Wu Xu said: "Do you really admit it?"

"I admit it, I admit it!"

"Ask your subordinates to copy the confession!"

Zhou Kairong shouted: "Comrades, please help me copy a confession!"
To be continued...