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Chapter 149 Flying misfortune, lock the target

A joke is a joke.

Now, after listening to the indignant narration of these corpse collectors, Yu Chen probably knew what was going on.

Not hard to guess.

It's nothing more than that someone killed someone under the banner of his judge.

And what the body collector said, the appearance of the "judge" seen by the neighbors in Huanqing Street, Fuze City, is probably what the other party deliberately let people see.

Otherwise, according to his style of slaughtering a dozen or so dogs in the family, there shouldn't be so-called "witnesses" left behind.

More than a dozen were killed, would you care about killing one more?

Guess, that guy just exposed his appearance on purpose, trying to put a shit bowl on Yu Chen's forehead!
Immediately afterwards, on the Wanjia Mausoleum, more than a dozen corpse collectors were busy talking about it for an hour, and finally buried these corpses.

At the same time, Yu Chen also noticed it.

Maybe the other party wanted to imitate a little bit, and deliberately beheaded Mr. Zheng and his relatives.

——The necks of these corpses are densely packed with stitches, and it seems that they must have been sewn up by a corpse sewer.

More than a dozen corpse collectors filled the soil, erected a monument, finally greeted Yu Chen, and went down the mountain.

And Yu Chen also went back to the house, bringing with him seven or eight shadowy ghosts.

Sitting on the bed, those ghosts also stood in front of them, their faces full of pain and resentment.

Yu Chen opened the Duren Jing, and the golden light completely took it in.

After revolving lanterns one after another, they started running.

Let's say that Mr. Zheng's real name is Zheng Xiang.

Those who were in the shipping business in the early years were also black-hearted goods. Although they didn't want to kill their money, they were no different from the profiteers in the market at the moment.

In short, in the early years, he earned a lot of money and a lot of money.

But in middle age, the child suddenly drowned in the river.

Only then did Master Zheng wake up.

Thinking that I have earned too much money with bad intentions over the years, I am condemned by God!
So in the second half of my life, I will be kind to others, be kind to others, and help many poor people and refugees in the market.

Don't tell me, maybe there is such a saying in the dark, this Mr. Zheng doesn't do business, after he became good, his wife gave him two big fat boys, healthy, healthy, white and fat , no problem.

When Mr. Zheng saw it, he did good deeds more piously.

As a result, got a good reputation!

Here's the background.

Then, just last night.

problem occurs.

Mr. Zheng is sleeping soundly!
In a daze, he was caught and taken into the yard.

When I opened my eyes, I suddenly became sober!
All the dozen or so members of his family were arrested and knelt on the ground.

Mr. Zheng immediately realized that it was broken, and he met a villain!

Just wanted to call for help!

But I found that I didn't have anything on my body, but I couldn't speak or move, so I knelt straight on the ground.

Mr. Zheng was well-informed, and he immediately realized that this was probably the technique of the qi cultivator to fix the body.

——The rest of his family also learned the same way.

Then, two men in black robes came out, one tall and one short, both in their thirties, with a flashing halo on their bodies, which made Master Zheng sure that they were people who cultivated Qi and entered the Tao.

Those two people released Master Zheng's restraint, but warned him that if he dared to shout, he would kill them all immediately.

Then he asked, where is the money.

Mr. Zheng knew the truth that if you have money, you need to spend your life, so he told all the hiding places of all his wealth in one breath.

I just want him and his family to live.

According to Master Zheng's instructions, the two Qi practitioners went into the underground secret room, took out all the treasures, and put them into a small bag.

But what Mr. Zheng didn't expect was that these two vicious villains had no intention of keeping alive at all.

Look at the scimitars in their hands hanging down, they will see blood!

Mr. Zheng begged and threatened again, saying that robbery is okay, but if they kill people, the supervisor will definitely not let them go!
But those two seemed to have been prepared for a long time. They took out a pair of black and white opera robes and a judge's face, put them on, said "there is a scapegoat", and killed more than a dozen members of their family in front of Mr. Zheng. clean!

Heads rolled to the ground one after another, Master Zheng was so dumbfounded!

Finally, it was his turn.

My neck was cold, and I lost consciousness!

But this man is dead.

But the obsession with extreme resentment and hatred couldn't go away.

——We slept soundly at home, our children and grandchildren lived in the house, and we enjoyed our family relationship to the fullest, but suddenly the two of us broke in and slaughtered the whole house!

Who can swallow this resentment?
Master Zheng is naturally the same.

And his relatives who inexplicably lost their heads without saying a word were also angry and hated!
Then it turned into seven or eight ghosts, following their corpses, and came.

As a result, several shares of the same obsessions gathered together and turned into last wishes.

【Six Spiritual Vows】

【Flying disaster】

【Time limit: [-] days】

【There is a reward after everything is done】

Yu Chen is also enlightened.

It turns out that if several people have the same last wishes, they will be combined into one strand like the hemp rope, instead of being listed separately.

But right now, he didn't have the time to care about it.

Heart, hold your breath, don't feel unhappy!

Let's just say, Yu Chen himself doesn't care much about the opinions of the Jinling government and the people in the city.

Whether it is praise or criticism, as long as you have a clear conscience, you don't care about any opinions of others.

But this doesn't mean that anyone can put a shit bowl on his forehead!
"Tsk, how brave!"

Yu Chen sighed in admiration, and withdrew from the illusion of revolving lanterns.

It's fun.

I didn't go to sleep now, so I packed up and walked into the night.

He didn't know those two villains.

But since the other party "likes" ghosts, gods and judges so much, I have to let them see it with my own eyes.

— Just use their lives.

at the same time.

Supervisor.

Yang Qingfeng raised his head with difficulty from under a pile of intelligence files.

He has an illusion.

It seems that after returning from Weishui, I have never been free!
No, I just finished the case of the obscene demon at the end of the month, finished the file, and planned to take two days off.

Something happened again!

On Huanqing Street in Fuze City, the eighteen members of Zheng's family and two dogs were all butchered!

During the day, the government conducted an autopsy and found that there were traces of the immobilization technique on the body of the deceased, so the case was naturally handed over to the Superintendent.

A family of [-], including two dogs, were all beheaded, neatly, without any mess.

And all the gold, silver and jewels of the Zheng family have also disappeared. Initially, it is estimated that they killed people for money.

Originally, Huanqing Street was not Yang Qingfeng's control, and if something happened, it would not be his turn.

However, according to the testimonies of the neighbors on Huanqing Street, it was all done by a murderer in a black and white theater gown and a judge's face.

——The judge of ghosts and gods.

The only deacon in the supervisory department who has actually seen that guy is Yang Qingfeng.

So the job fell naturally to him.

After learning about the case, Yang Qingfeng also frowned.

Judge?

Does that guy look like someone who does this kind of thing?

The figure who beheaded the obscene demon at the end of the month appeared in his mind, and his eyes narrowed.

Then, read the case files.

My doubts became more and more intense.

——Others don't know, but he knows that although the ghost judge likes to chop off people's heads, the wounds of the guys who died in his hands have traces of being scorched by high temperature.

The obscene demon Qi Zhengxiu was like this, and so were the three Qi practitioners.

At that time, the supervisor concluded that this should be some kind of supernatural power unique to the judge, or that the judge was holding some kind of high-temperature sword-like magic weapon.

But in the case of the Zheng family before him, although the murderer also deliberately cut off the victim's head, the incision was smooth and neat, which was different from the judge's hand.

——Of course, it is also possible that the judge deliberately confused the public. No one can say for sure what the truth is until the murderer is actually caught.

But this discovery, coupled with the fact that Yang Qingfeng didn't think that guy would do such a thing... made the newly promoted second-class deacon think that this case might not be that simple.

His train of thought was not like that of the supervisor, who kept looking for the ghost judge, but focused on the case itself.

——I don't care if you are a ghost judge or not, you stole the money, you have to sell the stolen goods, right?

Excessive gold, silver and jewels are of little use to Qi refiners, and must be exchanged for spiritual baht in order to be used as much as possible by them.

So, check!

Checked during the day!
I searched all the Taoist temples, Wansheng Building, and places where Lingzhu can be exchanged illegally!

——This kind of gold and silver exchange for spiritual baht is not allowed on the surface, but the court also knows that there are too many Qi refiners who are not affiliated with the court, and it is better to be blocked, so some small-scale "black market exchanges" Just open one eye and close one eye.

But even so, where can it be exchanged, which Taoist temples are secretly doing this, the court is very clear!
Yang Qingfeng's strength is naturally not enough to threaten these spirit baht dealers with huge monsters behind them, but he has status!
Deacon of the Superintendent, is that enough?
not enough?

it is good!
Nephew Si Ming, is that enough?
When the baht dealers in the black market heard Yang Lei's name, they peed their pants in fright.

Regardless of the iron rules of the black market's secrecy, he hastily pulled out the list of people who will be exchanged for spiritual baht today.

Only then did the pile of files almost drown Yang Qingfeng.

After a night of investigation, he finally found the suspicious target.

There were two guys who exchanged spirit baht in the hands of dozens of spirit baht dealers in Jinling, large and small, in just one day.

——It’s not too much each time, and it won’t attract attention, but it adds up to a huge sum of money.

And these two people are still the kind of casual cultivators. The files are written as abandoned disciples of the Houtu Temple. They are extremely destitute. Where did they get so much gold and silver?

Horses are no night grass and they are not fat, and people are not rich without windfalls!
That's all!

Squeezing the files of the two they found out from a pile of files, Yang Qingfeng rubbed his sleepy head, picked up the sword, led the people, and went out!
Catch someone!
At the same time, in the streets and alleys late at night, after midnight, there were many fewer people.

In the dark alley, a thin figure stepped on the wind and snow, swaying towards the same direction as Yang Qingfeng's destination.

　Let's get some monthly tickets, brothers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)