"Haha, I'm not a lunatic. I took care of you under the guidance of 'True Words are True'. He said that if I can take good care of you, I will be rich!" This crooked-eyed Song Zihong is a straight man.
, he said whatever he wanted, and stated his purpose of coming to Yuan Zhengang in one breath.
Unfortunately, Yuan Zhengang had already decided that he was a lunatic. He didn't listen to anything he said and walked directly towards the county government office.
"Oh, haha, it turns out you're here to complain! I'll beat the drum for you!" The crooked-eyed Song Zihong saw the purpose of Yuan Zhengang's visit, and went over to take the big drum from the county government office door.
Holding it in my hand, I couldn't help but knock it "dong dong dong".
The Beiyin County Magistrate was still taking a nap in the back hall. Suddenly he heard the sound of a drum in front of him.
I got my official uniform, put it on in a hurry, and hurried to the lobby.
When I came to the hall, I saw that the government officials on both sides were standing on both sides. Master Sun next to him was sitting upright, slowly grinding his ink.
However, he saw that Master Sun's face was a little gloomy, as if he didn't have enough sleep, and he smiled slightly in his heart, thinking that Master Sun must have over-indulged himself yesterday.
Thinking about it, he slapped the gavel and shouted: "Bold! Who is playing the drum? Bring him to the court in this county!"
Following these words, Song Zihong with crooked eyes walked up to the hall, wrestling with two government officials.
When the county magistrate saw this, he was so angry. He thought that you had a crooked eye and Song Zihong was so fucking crazy that he came to see me for fun. Today, I have to have you beaten to pieces, so that you know how to disturb me.
The consequences of official rest.
Thinking of this, he slapped the gavel and shouted: "Crooked-eyed Song Zihong, what are your grievances? Do you have a complaint? If not, come here, drag me down and give you twenty beatings."
Big board!”
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, county magistrate, county magistrate, can you please show some mercy? You have forgotten that last time we went to Happy House together, I, Song Zihong, ordered that little red for you!"
Seeing that Song Zihong was neither scared nor panicked, he opened his mouth and revealed his "personal relationship" with the county magistrate.
The government officials on both sides covered their mouths and laughed. They all knew where the Happy Building was. It was the only high-end brothel in Beiyin County!
When the county magistrate heard that the crooked-eyed Song Zihong said this in public, he couldn't help but blushed with embarrassment and his hands trembled. However, he did not dare to order the crooked-eyed Song Zihong to be beaten again, fearing that he would inflict a few more blows on himself in his desperation.
Something scandalous is coming.
"You are bold and cunning. You are talking nonsense. I am not as knowledgeable as you. Get out of here quickly!" The county magistrate was furious, but he did not dare to push the crooked-eyed Song Zihong too hastily. He looked helpless and ridiculous.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, Mr. County, it's not me who is here to file a complaint today, but my...that relative, a relative who is closer than my father, is here to file a complaint. I just played the drum for him!" Crooked Eyes
Song Zihong hurriedly defended.
When the county magistrate heard this, he was immediately confused and asked: "Song Zihong with crooked eyes, who is his relative who is closer than his father? Please stop making trouble in the court here, okay? You must know that the law of the country is ruthless, and I will punish you."
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"Hey, Mr. County Master, I really didn't come here to disturb the court. I really played the drum for others. I..." Song Zihong said with crooked eyes.
"Okay, okay, come on, bring the people outside here!" The county magistrate didn't want to tangle with the crooked-eyed Song Zihong anymore, and hurriedly waved his hand to let people be brought in.
After a while, a government servant brought Yuan Zhengang in.
"Who is in the hall, why are you beating the drum, and why are you being wronged?" The county magistrate didn't wait for Yuan Zhen to speak, slapped the gavel tree hard, and asked loudly below.
Yuan Zhengang was overcome with grief at this moment, fell to his knees in the hall, and cried loudly.
"Pa!" The county magistrate slapped the gavel again and shouted: "Stop crying, tell your grievances quickly!"
At this time, Song Zihong with crooked eyes walked up to Yuan Zhengang and knelt down too. However, he did not kneel in front of the county magistrate. Instead, he knelt beside Yuan Zhengang, pulled Yuan Zhengang's sleeve and said, "Hey, I said,
Master, don’t be afraid. If you have any grievances, just say it, this county magistrate is my buddy!"
The county magistrate was livid as he listened to this, thinking how he had accidentally made friends and made friends with such a bastard who talked nonsense regardless of the occasion. He must find an opportunity to enlighten this kid in the future, so as not to let him talk nonsense everywhere.
Yuan Zhen just couldn't stop his sorrow and kowtowed to the county magistrate again, choking with sobs and saying: "Master, the county magistrate, you have to make decisions for the common people. All 589 people in Dongliukou died in mysterious circumstances.
The only people left in Liukouzi are the villain and a man named Luo Zhengdao, and that man is also crazy. The villain is here to report the case. I hope the eldest man will investigate the matter and bring justice to the whole village of Dongliukouzi!"
"What? You said that all the people in Dongliukou, thirty miles away from here, died?" The county magistrate was so surprised that he could not shut up.
At this time, the pen in Master Sun's hand next to him also stopped. He raised his head, stared at Yuan Zhengang with two flashes of light, and then lowered his head to record again.
"What's going on? Tell me the truth!" The county magistrate stood up from his chair in shock. The whole village was massacred. Such a big thing happened under his rule. He didn't even know it.
If your superiors find out, you will be in trouble.
Yuan Zhengang sobbed that he woke up in the morning and saw that his grandfather and Heipi were dead. Then he went to call Uncle Qian and found that Uncle Qian's family were also dead. Then he found that everyone in the village died in the same way, and the god Han Luo Zhengdao went crazy.
After telling the story once, the county magistrate turned pale and opened his mouth wide, speechless.
At this time, a note was handed over from Master Sun and placed on the desk of the county magistrate. The magistrate lowered his head and looked at it. He woke up from a dream and shouted: "You are bold and unruly, talking nonsense."
, everyone in the village died, and you were also in the village at that time, why did you not die, not even a single scar, how do you explain it?"
"Hey, sir, what are you talking about? I...if he dies too, who will report the case to you?" Song Zihong, with crooked eyes, was unhappy and twisted his neck to retort to the county magistrate.
The county magistrate frowned and shouted: "Come here, kick out the crooked-eyed Song Zihong!"
"Hey, I'm telling the truth. How could you ask such a question? Didn't you refuse to let people report the case? You..." Song Zihong with crooked eyes wanted to say more, but the government officials on both sides pounced on him like wolves and tigers.
Without any explanation, Song Zihong raised his crooked eyes and left.
"Sir, I don't know what's going on. Maybe I shouldn't have taken my life!" Yuan Zhengang was asked by the county magistrate at this time, and he became confused in his heart: Yes, the whole village is dead, how can you do it yourself?
Are you safe?
"You are so bold and cunning. It is clear that you have killed the whole village, yet you come here to shout about catching thieves and pretend to be a good guy. Come on, put him in jail!" The county magistrate shouted, slapped the gavel, and was about to kill him.
Withdraw.
"Sir, I'm wronged. I definitely didn't do this. My grandfather was among the dead. How could I do such a heartless and rebellious thing!" Yuan Zhengang shouted that he was wronged, but the county magistrate ignored him.
As soon as he waved his hands, the government officials on both sides rushed forward, picked up Yuan Zhengang and walked towards the prison.
Song Zihong could see it clearly with his crooked eyes outside the lobby. He couldn't help but yelled, "No," and Sayazi ran back. He also knew that he couldn't handle this matter now, and it seemed that he had to ask Zhenyan Wuxu to come out and help.
But when he arrived at the place where Zhenyan Wuxu was just now, there was no one there.
"What are we going to do? Where is this old boy? I'm so anxious!" Song Zihong, with crooked eyes, rubbed his hands anxiously.
Just when Song Zihong was running around anxiously, a child came over and said, "Are you Song Zihong with crooked eyes?"
"Little baby, Mr. Song, I am upset. Go home and play quickly. Don't make trouble. Go, go, go!" Song Zihong said upset.
"I came to see Song Zihong on the order of Grandpa Wuxu. If you don't, please don't disturb me," the child said.
"Why did you come to me specifically on the orders of old man Wuxu and Mr. Fu Lao?" Song Zihong asked.
"I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Song Zihong, that crooked-eyed Song Zihong." The child said seriously.
"Little brother, I just have a crooked eye on Song Zihong. I wonder what Mr. Wuxu asked you to do with me?" Song Zihong said hurriedly.
"Mr. Wuxu said: If you want to break the prison, go to Yipinzhai quickly. Ask for help from Yuwen Gong, and good luck will come from heaven." The child imitated the tone of the old man Wuxu.
"What does this mean?" Song Zihong asked after hearing this.
"Mr. Wuxu said that you can only solve the current crisis by going to Yipinzhai to find a young man named Yuwen for help." The child said.
"What else did Mr. Wuxu say?" Song Zihong asked.
"No, that's all. I've heard what I said, let's go play!" As he said, the child roared away into the distance.
Yipinzhai, located on the busiest street in Beiyin County, is the premier inn.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his room, thinking about what Wu Xuzi said to him, and at the same time, he was also planning his next move.
In front of his desk was the ancient book given to him by Mr. Wuxu. The ancient book turned out to be a talisman. Yuwen Zhouyuan saw that this talisman was profound and profound. With his current cultivation level, he could only understand a few things about treating diseases and injuries.
symbol.
Because he was inspired by what he saw, he also drew several pictures based on the appearance in the ancient book. After he finished drawing, he tried it and it actually had a miraculous effect!
This ancient book is definitely not simple! It seems that it must have a background! An idea rose in Yu Wen Zhouyuan's heart.
"Crooked-eyed Song Zihong, why are you here again? Haven't we already paid our protection fee?" While Yu Wenzhouyuan was thinking about the problem, the sound of the waiter and someone arguing was heard outside the hospital.
"Your Mr. Song is not here to collect protection money today. He is here to find Mr. Yuwen who is investing in a shop." Song Zihong said.
"Song Zihong, we have already paid the protection fee for you, but if you want to disturb our guests at Yipinzhai, I will never let you get their attention from Yipinzhai!" said one person.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, I'm not asking for Young Master Yuwen. I'm asking for Young Master Yuwen. Only he can save the life of my relative who is closer than my biological father! Please let me see him." Song Zi.
Hong Yi changed his past rogue nature and clasped his fists in a bow.