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"It's been three days."

"Why don't you have any clues?"

"Tell me why."

A roar pierced the nave.

Inspiring and enlightening.

The servants in the Sheriff's Mansion were silent and frightened.

They didn't want to hear the Sheriff's roar, because it meant another person was going to die.

Three days.

Many people have died.

There is only one crime, which is not good at doing things.

There is no need to even accuse someone, because the county guard itself represents power and controls the army.

There are also hundreds of black armored cavalry.

Violent institutions can suppress all opposition.

After the death of his only son Zhang Gui, Zhang Wanlong went crazy.

Totally crazy.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the people, nor does he care about the court's accountability. He just wants to find the murderer.

He didn't dare to ask the young immortal master, so he could only search the whole city, hoping to find clues.

The only clues are: Black Banner, a slave to ghosts, very young, and an immortal master.

Bafang City itself is a large city in a county, with tens of thousands of people living in the city. Looking for it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Come here." Zhang Wanlong's angry voice sounded.

Two soldiers in black armor rushed into the middle hall and lifted up the long-robed scribe who was lying on the ground.

"Drag it out."

"Chief, spare your life, spare your life..." It is said to be a long gown, but in fact it is only longer than a child's life.

Master Sun died of anger when he was discovered, which also made Zhang Wanlong feel angry.

The son is dead.

The right arm is dead.

He lost his wife in his early years and his son in his middle age.

The bridge is in jeopardy, and there is no bright future for his official career.

So he didn't have any consideration.

All he wants is revenge.

If that doesn't work, just search door to door, and you'll definitely be able to find clues.

There was silence in the nave.

The remaining two people dared not speak.

These two people were also aides to the county governor Zhang Wanlong, but they were not taken seriously at first.

Now that Master Sun is dead, they are being taken seriously.

One of them was thinking hard and scratching his head.

Another middle-aged man in a green shirt looked at his nose and heart, his mind seemed to be immersed in the cup of tea in front of him.

Zhang Wanlong was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the middle-aged man in blue shirt.

Rather, at this time, anyone who is not as irritable and irritable as him will scratch his head and irritate him.

If you don't feel the same way as him, then go and die.

Then he said: "I wonder what Master Song has to say?"

Master Song handed over his hand: "Sir, I'll go back and think about it for a long time, and I realize that I still need you to provide clues."

"I wonder if there is anyone in the county who has enmity with you."

"Please calm down and carefully recall the murderer's voice, appearance, clothing, and words."

"Accent-wise."

"It's best to describe the scene of that day in every detail."

"In this way, we can find the murderer."

Having just killed someone, Zhang Wanlong felt a lot better.

And he should be the one who wants to find the murderer the most.

So Master Song's words immediately became a good remedy.

Zhang Wanlong couldn't help but start thinking about the scene that day.

Master Song was there, and he even took a sip of tea on his own.

Although it was cold, it did not affect the taste because his mind was not on the tea at all.

Why didn't you mention this matter three days ago? This is Master Song's brilliance.

At that time, Magistrate Zhang was in the deepest pain of losing his son, so even if the advice he gave was right, he would still be in trouble.

He might even go to hell with Master Sun.

Even if he doesn't die, he will mention it later and remind Sheriff Zhang of the scene that day. Isn't it the same disgrace and no benefit at all?

It was not possible to maximize this suggestion at that time.

So he didn't mention it.

It's just right to mention it again today.

After three days, Sheriff Zhang has calmed down a lot and is even more anxious to find the murderer.

Even though these suggestions may seem superficial, they are very practical.

Zhang Wanlong recalled the scene that day.

Sadness comes to my heart.

Suppress the pain in your heart.

Think carefully about whether you have any enemies.

Why did he kill Master Sun?

The murderer's voice and appearance.

It was a pair of young eyes, about five feet six inches tall, wearing night clothes and a mask.

There is a red-haired evil ghost serving the soul flag.

The soul flag is embroidered with ghost faces.

The accent is definitely from Happo County.

What did you say.

Zhang Wanlong raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing.

He remembered.

The murderer did speak before taking action.

Master Song squinted his eyes and raised a smile on his lips. It seemed that the county magistrate had really thought of something.

Now it seems that Song Wenlue is still better.

"Old Sun, just go in peace."

"I'll take your seat."

Master Song glanced at the colleague who was sitting there, a sarcastic look flashed across his face, and the moment he lowered his head, his expression was as usual.

Zhang Wanlong stood up and went straight out of the county guard's hall.

As he walked out of the nave, the elderly steward of the family walked up to Zhang Wanlong and whispered: "Master."

"Go and investigate the families of those four people."

Of course the housekeeper knew who the four people Zhang Wanlong was talking about.

When he was about to go do it, Zhang Wanlong stopped him again: "The people who are close to those four people and their families are also being carefully investigated."

"It would be better to kill by mistake than let go!"

"yes."

The housekeeper did not persuade Zhang Wanlong.

There is no use in persuading, Zhang Wanlong no longer cares at all.

He was also the one who watched Mr. Zhang Gui grow up.

Zhang Wanlong felt sad, and he felt equally uncomfortable.

After instructing the housekeeper to do this, Zhang Wanlong went to the residence of the young immortal master.

It is a Taoist temple.

View of the Five Directions.

A pure place.

Wufang Temple is a Taoist temple of Wuling Sect stationed in the secular world.

It can be regarded as an inn or a separate courtyard.

It is basically used to admit new disciples of the Five Spirits Sect who have entered the county and town as guards.

Of course, if there are other disciples of the Five Spirits Sect who enter the secular world, they can also come to the Five Directions Temple to settle down.

"How is the immortal master's injury?"

"Go back to the county guard, the immortal master is fine."

"I can rest assured that."

Zhang Wanlong let out a sigh of relief.

He was no match for the man in black.

The same is not true for soldiers.

Even if they formed a battle formation, they couldn't stop the vicious ghost.

Only an immortal master can deal with that person.

So anyone can have problems, but no problems can arise here except the Immortal Master.

Zhang Wanlong got on the bullock cart, glanced at the Taoist temple, with a complicated expression, and finally lowered the curtain of the bullock cart: "Go back to the government office."

Three days in a hurry.

Li Qingfeng spent the day meditating in the mountain temple and looking for ghosts everywhere at night.

He had visited the mass graves at the foot of the mountain two or three times, but returned empty-handed.

I took three black ghost pills.

The refined mana condenses into mist.

This Yinhun Pill was his hard work for the past few months, and it can be said that he has made rapid progress.

It originally took at least more than a year to advance to the second level of Qi training, but now it seems that the time has been shortened a lot.

Li Qingfeng felt that continuing like this was not an option.

After thinking about it, I still felt that the proposal given to him by the main soul evil ghost in the dream two days ago was better.

The main spirit evil ghost told him that the bandits would bring harm to people anyway, so it was better to hang them and turn them into part of the strength.

Li Qingfeng decided to think about it. After all, it was human life and needed to be treated with caution.

He is still injured and will need time to recover from his injuries.

Thinking of the notices about bandits posted in the county and the people who never came back after leaving the city, Li Qingfeng decided to wipe out the bandits.

Li Qingfeng smiled helplessly: "I always feel that I am getting farther and farther away from the righteous knight I originally imagined."

Tu Shanjun didn't think so. Regardless of the reason why the bandits couldn't live, if you kill someone, you have to be prepared to be killed.

Besides, suppressing bandits is also a heroic act.

A well-educated child at this age is sentimental, and Tu Shanjun did not refute it.

If you encounter a gangster, you will go there excitedly.

However, as long as the final result is good, there is no need to worry about the process.

For Tushanjun, gaining strength is the best result.