The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

There were gusts of chilly wind and Qian Zhixiao felt very cold. His face was wet and sticky. He felt pain on the back of his neck and cold wind kept pouring into it.

You can’t sleep anymore. The back of your neck is most likely to catch cold. If cold air enters your body, you will get sick.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Qian Zhixiao tried hard to open his eyes.

He felt that he had opened his eyes, but it was still pitch black in front of him. Was he still dreaming?

He pinched himself, and not only did his thigh feel pain, but the pain in the back of his neck became more obvious.

Qian Zhixiao reacted belatedly: "How dare Wu Zhihong, that bastard, attack me!"

He covered the back of his neck and stood up...

Get up?

Qian Zhixiao touched the cold circle in his hand and realized that it was a pebble...

He was startled and immediately turned his head to look around.

But it was extremely dark tonight, with only two or three stars faintly twinkling in the sky, and the starlight was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

It was pitch dark, let alone seeing the surrounding environment clearly.

Could it be that Wu Zhihong saw that I was in trouble, so he took advantage of my misfortune and took revenge on me before I left Ji'an?
Qian Zhixiao gnashed his teeth and said, "I didn't expect him to be so petty. I misjudged him!"

Pan Yun looked at Magistrate Wu.

Magistrate Wu, who stood quietly by the side, said: …

Qian Zhixiao stood up from the ground cursing, took two steps forward, tripped, and fell forward. His chest and abdomen were in pain, and he struggled to get up. The scent of grass and trees rushed into his nose, which did not make him feel at ease, but instead made him panic.

What on earth is this?
Is this a bush?
No, no, no, there are pebbles, so it should be a garden. Then the place where he fell should be the flower bed?

He retreated in panic, and suddenly his back touched something cold. His body froze and he didn't dare to look back for a moment.

Because just as he leaned against something behind him, he saw a face peeking out from behind him out of the corner of his eye, and it was looking at him from the side of his temple.

Qian Zhixiao dared not move and closed his eyes tightly.

But the thing that was clinging to him not only didn't move away, but instead sneered and put its hand on his shoulder coldly, and two cold fingers gently slid across his cheek...

Qian Zhixiao suddenly opened his eyes and met the eyes of the woman who was clinging to him.

Qian Zhixiao's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted in a low voice: "How dare you! Do you know who I am?"

The woman giggled, her nail-painted fingers slid down his cheek, and she lifted his chin and asked with a smile: "Master, don't you recognize me? I am so sad."

Qian Zhixiao only felt that she looked familiar, but couldn't recognize her. However, she had a prostitute-like aura, so he couldn't help but snort, "Are you from Wanchun Tower, or Tianxian Tower? Or from some brothel?"

The woman covered her mouth with her hands and laughed softly. Suddenly she put down her handkerchief and glared at him coldly: "You don't recognize me? You actually don't recognize me!"

Two lines of bloody tears slid down from her eyes, and three or four blood marks appeared on her face in an instant.

Qian Zhixiao screamed "Ah——" and stepped back in fear, "You, you, who are you?"

She leaned forward and instantly stood in front of Qian Zhixiao, almost face to face: "Master, don't you remember me? You said my hands are beautiful..."

She raised her hand. Her originally slender fingers painted with beautiful nail polish instantly became bent, and her nails were broken, which showed that they had been broken.

Qian Zhixiao couldn't catch his breath, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Of course Pan Yun couldn't let him faint like that, so he quickly picked up a thick needle, walked forward, took off his shoes, pressed the acupoints, and stabbed him hard with the needle.

Qian Zhixiao, who had fainted from fright, let out a scream of "Ah——" and sat up on the spot.

At this moment, people who saw ghosts elsewhere were also scared to death and crawled around using their hands and feet.

Under Pan Yun's guidance, they gathered in groups of three or four.

Seeing Qian Zhixiao, a frightened gentleman quickly crawled behind him and shouted to the male ghost who was chasing him: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to do this, it's them, the officials who like you, I have no choice but to pretend to like you like them, I have never abused you——"

The male ghost chasing him was fair and handsome, with a scholarly air. He still stared at him expressionlessly: "It was you, Master Fang, who brought me in. It was you who handed me over to them."

"I didn't want them to kill you. I didn't expect them to be so cruel. If I had known, I would never have dared to send anyone to them. Jingxing, believe me, believe me. I'm not a bad person. Every wrong has its perpetrator. They killed you. Go find them, go find them..."

Pan Yun stood behind a tree, holding a yellow talisman in his hand, and whispered, "Ask them how many people they have harmed over the years and why they harmed them. He must have something in his hand to survive Yang Ji's downfall. Ask him where it is."

If he had nothing to protect himself, he would have been liquidated like everyone else.

The male ghost's eyes moved, and his gaze fell from the gentleman to Qian Zhixiao, and he asked grimly: "Why do you want to harm me, why do you want to harm me?"

The female ghost also appeared beside him and asked, "Why did you hurt me? Who is the culprit?"

Qian Zhixiao was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. When his hand touched the leg of the gentleman behind him, the string in his brain instantly broke.

He dragged the gentry behind him and started beating and kicking him madly: "It's obviously you who harmed me, it's all you who harmed me!"

"I do like to humiliate women, but they are all my concubines. We are just having fun at home. What do you have to do with us? You must send us people to achieve your goals. You are the ones who are harming me!"

The gentry were beaten so badly that they cried out in pain.

At this time, other people were also driven here by ghosts and monsters. They blamed each other and started to attack each other.

They had originally conflicting interests, and after Yang Ji was captured, they quickly formed an alliance and tried to protect each other if they could.

Those who cannot be protected will be pushed out as scapegoats, and all the things they have done or not done will be blamed on the scapegoats.

Among them were officials, gentry, businessmen, and even ruffians.

As long as we can control the scapegoat's family, we don't have to worry about them giving them away.

It turned out they were right.

Yang Ji was arrested and brought to Beijing. A large number of people were demoted or dismissed from their posts, and some were sentenced to immediate execution. No one dared to exaggerate the matter and expose them.

In fact, if some of the things Yang Ji did had not been so blatant and Yang Shiqi had not offended the upright people in Jiangnan, he would have been fine.

Beating others to death, seizing land...

If it weren't for the upright people in Jiangnan who wanted to teach Yang Shiqi a lesson, someone would have taken the blame for Yang Ji and he would have been fine.

Therefore, after Yang Shiqi resigned, Yang Ji's life or death was no longer important.

No one cared about Yang Ji's life or death anymore.

Qian Zhixiao left the officialdom voluntarily. He knew clearly that if he continued to mess around, he would not lose his official position next time, but his life, and the lives of his entire family. He left too many handles behind. Even if he became the prime minister of the cabinet, he would be manipulated and squashed.

Qian Zhixiao became angrier and angrier as he was beaten. When he was punched in the middle of the eyebrow by Jingli, he pushed back angrily and yelled, "Idiot, you beat me for them! Do you know what they have in their hands?"

Before he could finish his words, a gentry kicked Qian Zhixiao fiercely, knocking him to the ground and said arrogantly: "Whether you are third or fourth rank, or even second rank, you have to listen to us! I said that these people were killed by you, and you killed them! I'm keeping the accounts in my hand!"

Pan Yun and Magistrate Wu raised their heads at the same time, glaring at the middle-aged gentleman who was in his forties or fifties, plump, and panting.

He pointed at the female and male ghosts who had surrounded them and shouted, "Don't you want revenge? Go ahead, they were the ones who tortured and killed you. Go find them. It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!"

"You said it has nothing to do with us?" Tao Hong, whose face was hazy, floated out and said grimly, "We have been suppressed underground for many years. Our souls are incomplete and we don't remember who hurt us. If we can't find them, we will kill them all—"

The other remaining souls followed suit, "Kill them all—"

The cold wind made people's necks feel cold.

The people who were surrounded in the middle finally stopped fighting and exposing each other's shortcomings, and huddled together to guard against these ghosts.

Compared to people, they are indeed more afraid of ghosts at this time.

Especially the deaths of these people are more or less related to them.

"Woo woo woo, I've already said it, it was Prefect Qian and his men who did it, it has nothing to do with us..."

"Shut up! If you hadn't paid a large sum of money to redeem them and sent them to us, how could they have died?"

"I know who killed you!" The gentleman was silent for a moment and then said, "I remember everything. Who did it and how they killed you? I remember everything. I can help you regain your memory. You can seek revenge on them. Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

He shouted, "I didn't buy you, and I didn't kill you. I am innocent, the most innocent."

"I remember now~~" a male ghost said faintly: "He can draw. He draws in his room~~"

"Yes, I have drawn every person, I have written down everything. If you want to find your enemies, let me go, let me go..."

Pan Yun and Magistrate Wu looked at each other. Pan Yun waved his hand and a gust of wind blew up. Everyone was instantly blinded. Pan Yun stretched out his hand and pulled the gentleman out in a flash.

The gentleman screamed in fear, and Pan Yun stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth and threw him out of the yard.

Pan Yun left a message: "I'll give you one night, don't really kill me."

When the remaining souls heard this, they immediately began to sway excitedly with the wind, and turned into black mist with a bang. After a while, they used the negative energy in the formation to transform into their previous appearance in life, and went around playing with the people in the formation with laughter.

The entire night was filled with the howling of ghosts in the backyard of the county government office.

The county magistrate's wife lived in the next yard and was so frightened that she couldn't sleep all night.

Pan Yun and the others also did not sleep all night, and took the gentleman to his home.

"What's your name?"

The gentleman was suddenly taken out of the gloomy courtyard. He was a little confused when he saw normal living people. When he heard Pan Yun's question, his face was dull.

Pan Jun looked disgusted and slapped him on the head: "I'm asking you a question, what's your name?"

Mr. Li silently pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth and answered for him: "His name is Fu Danian, he is a scholar with a good reputation, good at painting, especially good at painting beauties, one of his paintings of beauties can sell for a hundred taels of silver. I heard that he is also good at painting erotic paintings, one of which can sell for a thousand taels of silver."

Pan Yun's eyes widened in shock: "How can pornographic pictures make so much money? No, tell me, are you using those girls and boys to make money?"

She was so angry that she smacked his head: "You still dare to say you are innocent? I think you are the least innocent!"

Magistrate Wu stopped her immediately and said, "Master Pan, please don't break his head. We still need to get evidence from him."

Only then did Pan Yun stop.

Magistrate Wu asked him where he hid the evidence.

But Fu Danian, who had been so soft in the yard just now, suddenly became tough and kept silent.

Pan Yun clenched his fist and said, "Why, you are afraid of death when facing ghosts, but not when facing people? Tell me or I will kill you."

Fu Danian's face turned pale, but he insisted shaking his head: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Pan Jun snorted coldly, grabbed his neck and slowly tightened his grip.

The air was forced out of his chest bit by bit, and no more air could come in. His eyes bulged slightly, his mouth opened wide, and he tried helplessly to pry Pan Jun's hands apart with his fingers, but he couldn't move them at all.

Magistrate Wu had been sitting there waiting, and when he saw that Pan had reached his limit, he immediately tapped Pan Yun's arm.

Pan Yun let go of his hand.

Fu Danian fell to the ground, his mouth wide open to breathe. Pan Yun squatted down and stared into his eyes and asked, "Where is the evidence?"

Although Fu Danian looked dazed, he remained silent and shook his head.

Pan Jun: "It seems that you are more afraid of ghosts. Then I will call them out and you can have a deeper discussion?"

Fu Danian said in a hoarse voice: "Although I don't know how you can summon these ghosts, but I can tell you, don't waste your time, I won't give you the things."

He raised his head and looked at Pan Jun with red eyes: "If I don't hand it over, I will be torn to pieces by those ghosts at most. If I hand it over, my whole family will be torn to pieces by others."

Pan Yun: "You are someone who actually cares about your family."

Fu Danian smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Pan Yun sneered, stood up, and put his hand on his head: "Since you know that I am the one who brought out the ghost, then you know that I have extraordinary means, right?"

"Even if you don't tell me, I can still know it," Pan Yun said, "I can steal your soul, and you can't hide any secrets!"

Fu Danian was startled and panicked, but he tried to remain calm: "If you had this ability, you would have done it long ago. Why go to so much trouble?"

"First, I don't know whose soul I should capture; second, this is an evil method and it will indeed harm me. But, for my sister, I am willing to take this risk."

Pan Jun pressed his head tightly with his fingers, and the pain went from the top of his head to his heart.

Fu Danian was frightened and screamed: "What sisters? It has nothing to do with me——"

Pan Yun's face was as dark as water. "I have a sister who disappeared a long time ago. I have long suspected that you did it! It has nothing to do with you? You were at the scene, how dare you say it has nothing to do with you?"

Pan Yun's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he pinched his scalp tightly with his fingers, and said word by word: "I will not let you go, not a single one! I value friendship the most in my life, for my sister, I am willing to be punished by God!

Don't you care about your family the most? Don't worry, after I kill you, I will send your family down to reunite with you. I will treat your family the same way you treated my sister!" (End of this chapter)