How vast is Yunhe Continent? It is said that even immortals have not touched its edge.
Beihong City is a large city in the north, with millions of people living there, but even so, it is as small as the number of sands in the Ganges River on Yunhe Continent.
"Tian Shui Ju" refers to water coming from the sky. As a name for a teahouse, it also has a unique elegance.
Ordinary people, in their spare time, like to take a rest in this "Tianshui Residence", drink tea, chat, enjoy music and flowers, it is very comfortable.
However, today, in front of the Tianshui Residence, a group of soldiers gathered around, each of them frowning and looking menacingly, their swords gleaming with cold light.
The people watching did not dare to go forward, so they could only watch from a distance and whisper.
"My lords, what...are you doing?" the shopkeeper of Tianshuiju, a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat body, standing in front of the door nervously with sweat on his face, asked.
"Stop talking nonsense, we have been ordered to capture yesterday's Yanliu Lane murderer and bring him to justice. If anyone dares to stop him, he will be punished as an accomplice!" The leading official frowned and shouted sternly.
"My lord, how dare you harbor criminals in this small shop of mine? Have you made a mistake?" the shopkeeper said repeatedly, his heart tightening.
"We have all the witnesses and material evidence, don't make excuses, brothers, arrest them!" The officer gave the order, and all the soldiers broke down the door and entered.
The Yanliu Lane case stirred up a storm in the peaceful Beihong City.
Overnight, thirty-seven members of the Hua family in Yanliu Lane were killed. The perpetrators were cruel and outrageous.
All the women in the Hua family were raped to death, but none of the men had their bodies intact, all had their limbs amputated!
"You should know what to do!" A young man in luxurious clothes said calmly in the underground secret room of Tianshui Residence.
In front of him, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old stood leaning over. This young man was dressed as a servant and said timidly: "Sir, I..."
"Xiao Fan, you must think carefully. Our Yan family treats you well. If you do the right thing this time, I will ensure that your family will be safe. Otherwise... you must also know what my methods are!"
The young man in luxurious clothes opened the folding fan, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"I...I know!" Xiao Fan bit his lower lip, nodded with difficulty, and put on a set of clothes that were the same as the young master's.
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero! You can rest assured that the people in your family will be treated well by you!" Upon seeing this, the master became proud.
The murder case in Yanliu Lane was solved.
The perpetrator, Yan Hong, the son of Yan Dong, the shopkeeper of Tianshuiju, has been forced into the sky prison.
Yan Hong has been studying abroad for many years. After returning, he spied on the beauty of the Hua family girl. He has a very strong kung fu and committed a drunken murder three days ago. He has now confessed! He is scheduled to be executed at noon tomorrow!
In the underground secret room of 'Tianshuiju', the shopkeeper Yan Dong looked panicked and said to the young master Yan Hong: "Xiao Hong, how could you cause such a disaster?"
"It doesn't matter. Fortunately, I haven't been in Beihong City all year round. The people who witnessed it only know me roughly. I will be replaced by Xiao Fan, so there will be no worries!" Yan Hong said proudly.
"I have pity on that child Xiao Fan. He has been by your side since he was a child. He lost his head for you this time. I must make up for it to his family!" Yan Dong sighed.
"Compensation? Hum, of course... Only those who can't speak are the most trustworthy. I will let his family go down to accompany him!" Yan Hong's eyes flashed fiercely.
"This... this is not okay. He died for you after all, how can he harm his family?" Yan Dong retorted quickly.
"He is just a slave. It is his destiny to die for his master. If anyone gets to know his family about this matter, it will definitely be detrimental to me. I have to cut the grass to the root, dad. A woman's kindness is not necessary!" Yan Dongzhi said
He made a move and said, "As soon as this matter is over, I will go back to my master, and I may be sent to a fairy mountain to learn from the immortals. How can I cancel my future?"
"Fairy mountain? Learn from the immortals? Great, great! I didn't expect that my Yan family would also have a fairy. It's great, my ancestors bless me! Compared with such a big thing, the death of a few poor ghosts is really not a big deal.
It's worth mentioning!" When Yan Dong heard this, his worries disappeared and he praised him vigorously.
There was no daylight in the prison, it was damp and dark, cockroaches and rats were everywhere, and the smell was extremely fishy.
The cell door opened, and two jailers threw Xiao Fan, who was covered in blood and flesh, into the cell.
In order to prevent him from causing trouble, the tendons of his hands and feet were severed, and he was subjected to various punishments, leaving only half his life.
Two slender iron hooks penetrated the lute bones on his shoulders, and blood continued to seep from the wounds.
Xiao Fan's eyes were empty at this time, and his whole body had been tortured by pain so much that he lost all consciousness. It seemed that he could only wait for death.
"Damn, boy, you are so ruthless! You can do a case like the Hua Family in Yanliu Lane. You are worse than a beast!" Seeing Xiao Fan being thrown into the cell, a group of extremely vicious death row inmates surrounded him.
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Xiao Fan had nothing to say as the scapegoat. Faced with the questioning of these prisoners, he closed his eyes.
"Oh? How dare you look down on us like this?" Seeing this, the prisoners swarmed up, fists and kicks falling like a torrential rain.
Xiao Fan could only endure it. At this time, he just hoped to execute it as soon as possible so that he could be relieved as soon as possible.
His family was poor since he was a child, so he had no choice but to join the Yan family as a servant, serving Yan Dong's horse and horse, obeying orders, and finally ended up like this.
This is your life!
"That's enough, stop it!" Just as the prisoners were beating Xiao Fan, a rough and deep voice sounded from the corner of the prison.
All the prisoners seemed to be very afraid of the sound and scattered one after another.
From the corner, a tall man eight feet tall walked out.
This big man has a long scar between his eyebrows, as ferocious as a poisonous insect, his temples are bulging high, and his muscles are like rocks.
On its shoulders, two iron hooks also pass through the pipa bones and have grown together with the body.
"Boy, are you still alive?" The big man walked up to Xiao Fan, squatted down and asked.
"Hmm..." Xiao Fan couldn't help but remain silent and reluctantly nodded.
The big man stopped talking and stared at Xiao Fan for a long time, then shook his head and said: "You are not a murderer."
Xiao Fan was shocked.
"There is no light in your eyes. Although the tendons of your hands and hamstrings were severed, your meridians are fragile and you are not a martial artist. The calluses on your hands are not caused by swords. You look like a servant!" The big man continued.
"You can see this..." Xiao Fan couldn't help but speak.
"I have been in the world for twenty years, robbing the rich, giving to the poor, and killing countless people. People like you can naturally see the clues at a glance, so there is no reason to be surprised!" The big man smiled slightly and waved his hands.
"So you are Huo Qing, the Cloud-Breaking Sword!" Xiao Fan immediately remembered that he had been hearing about Huo Qing since he was a child. It was rumored that he was arrested and imprisoned today, but he didn't expect it to be here.
"That's right, it's me!" The big man nodded, glanced at the prisoners around him and whispered: "Innocent people are being punished, and criminals are free. This is what I should take care of!"
"It's a pity that we are all going to be pushed to the guillotine!" Xiao Fan smiled bitterly.
"You will know then!" Huo Qing smiled mysteriously, said something that Xiao Fan could not understand, and then returned to the corner to sit alone.
At noon the next day, at the Beihong City execution ground, Xiao Fan, who was faltering, was led to the guillotine together with other death row prisoners.
There were many people watching, all filled with righteous indignation and their eyes filled with anger.
Especially for Xiao Fan, the curses were even louder. The murder case in Yanliu Lane made the people extremely angry, and they wished they could execute the murderer personally, eat his flesh and peel off his bones.
This is reasonable. The Hua family that was exterminated was one of the few benevolent families in Beihong City. It was well loved by the people. Who wouldn't be angry if they ended up in such a situation?
"Hmph, kid, you only have one life. Let me ask you, are you really willing to do that?" When the guillotine was added to the head, Huo Qing beside him suddenly asked.
"What can I do if I don't give in? The matter has come to this point and there is nothing to be done about it. You can only blame me for my miserable life!" Xiao Fan replied helplessly.
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll give you a chance to seek justice!" Huo Qing said with a smile.
Xiao Fan was speechless. He was already on the beheading table. How could Huo Qing be so confident? Could it be the Tribulation Field?
But Xiao Fan thought wrong.
"At three quarters noon, the execution will be carried out!"
Following this roar, a dozen executioners in red clothes took a drink from the wine bottle beside them, and sprayed the wine on the long knives in their hands.
This time, the long knife's luster became even colder, and its brightness was frightening.
When he raised the knife and dropped it, more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground, blood splattered and stained the entire execution field red.
Xiao Fan's head was also among them. After rolling a few times, he refused to close his eyes and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
However, there was a strange smile on Huo Qing's head, and there seemed to be a glimmer of luster in his eyes!
When the people onlookers expressed their joy, Yan Hong, who had been watching in the crowd, pulled down his bamboo hat, turned around and left.
At night, the noisy Beihong City gradually became quiet.
In the cemetery in the western suburbs, more than a dozen newly added corpses were thrown into a large pit without even filling it with soil.
These corpses, with their heads and heads missing, have long been cold and stiff, destined to rot and corrode without anyone caring about them.
A few crows were hovering in the air, their cries sounding like a funeral song, which was completely desolate.
Just as the last light of the sun dissipated, a man wrapped in black robes floated down from the air like a ghost, sliding forward strangely against the ground.
"Is he a newly deceased prisoner? No wonder I can smell fresh blood!" The face under the black robe could not be seen clearly, but the voice was very eerie, as if it did not belong to this world.
But I saw a hand that was as dry as a skeleton, slowly stretched out from the black robe, towards a point in the pit, and a light green light burst out from the fingertips.
Immediately afterwards, the three corpses and their heads slowly floated up and floated in front of the man in black robe.
"Very good, very good! It only takes three hours to die, which is just right!"
The man in black robe waved his sleeves, and the three corpses disappeared immediately. When he stretched out his hand again, two green lights suddenly flashed in the sky in the distance!
"Huh? Monk?" The man in black robe made a move, then floated back three feet, merged into the darkness, and completely disappeared.