I want to die!

Qingshui County, the bustling streets of the county town.

"Manager Huang, guess how many bowls of noodles I ate?" Zhou Xing lifted the straw hat on his head with the hilt of his knife, revealing a handsome young face.

The shopkeeper was a burly, stout man wearing a crimson short jacket, puffing away at the shop entrance. When the face under the brim of his hat was clearly seen, the pipe in his hand trembled, and the fat on his face shook twice.

Is this Wei Liu, the younger brother of the newly appointed magistrate of Qingshui County? Didn't he just die yesterday?

Just yesterday, Wei Liu disemboweled himself at his jelly shop to retrieve the jelly, proving his innocence, but ended up bleeding to death.

And today, the corpse has returned here, and it can still talk?

While the fat boss was speechless with shock, a message was actually flowing through Zhou Xing's mind like water.

Character: Wei Liu

Last wish: To prove my innocence

Yangshou: 1 days

(Note: After changing the predetermined fate of a person who dies violently, they will soon face their destined death and the end of their life.)

Before death arrives, try to fulfill the last wishes of the person who died a violent death, and die correctly as the deceased. This may bring the deceased's gratitude and even lead to their physical resurrection.

Wei Liu is indeed dead; Zhou Xing is a transmigrator whose soul has been reborn... though he only has one day left to live.

"Is the deceased who made this last wish trying to prove their innocence?"

"Tsk, when will I run into Xiao Chunan, whose last wish is to be Happy Superman?" Zhou Xing wished in his heart with great hope.

Unfortunately, Wei Liu's surname is not Xiao.

At this moment, the fat boss also recovered from the shock of suddenly seeing the dead come back to life:

As we all know, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Therefore, the "Wei Liu" in front of us must be a disguise to fool people. He is most likely the troublesome Magistrate Wei who sent people to cause trouble.

So Manager Huang glanced at an empty bowl on the Eight Immortals table and sneered:

"Sir, you've just eaten two bowls of noodles, so you should pay for both."

"I see." Zhou Xing nodded in understanding, then slammed the hilt of his knife into the shopkeeper's nose.

"You damned beast, how dare you frame me?!"

"I, Wei Liuxing, have never changed my name or surname. I clearly ate three bowls of noodles. Do you think Master Liu can't afford to pay?"

"If you eat three bowls of noodles, you should pay for three bowls."

Not a single point less!

The blow was swift and brutal, knocking the shopkeeper to the ground. His nose was twisted and broken, and blood was gushing out.

The jelly shop was located on a busy street, and the commotion quickly attracted the attention of passersby.

The curtain in the backyard of the shop was suddenly flung open, and five or six burly men rushed out, each carrying a dark musket, the muzzles of which were all pointed at the shop.

Seeing that the crowd had gathered, the shopkeeper didn't get up; instead, he covered his bleeding nose and rolled around on the ground.

"Someone's being assaulted! The magistrate's brother's brother's assaulted someone!"

"He ate three bowls of noodles, and I kindly offered him a discount, saying he only needed to pay for two bowls, but he refused and even hit me!"

Everyone vaguely felt that this scene was familiar. Wasn't something similar that happened yesterday? It caused quite a stir, and now it's happening again today?

"I'm going to hit you!" Zhou Xing ignored everything, straddled the shopkeeper, and rained blows down with the hilt of his knife.

The shopkeeper was soon bruised and swollen, his face torn and bleeding profusely.

The armed men who emerged from the backyard also changed their expressions and were about to step forward to stop them.

With a clang.

Zhou Xing drew his long sword, its gleaming tip pressed against Manager Huang's neck.

"Now guess again, in this one move, is the gun faster or my knife?"

The shopkeeper, who was being straddled, immediately turned pale and frantically gestured for his men to step back while trying to calm him down.

"Sixth Master, please calm down. You are the magistrate's brother. A few bowls of noodles—is it really necessary to escalate this to the point of death?"

"It doesn't matter how many bowls of noodles you ate. You can pay whatever you want, even if it's for three servings, or you can leave without paying. Just please calm down."

The words seemed to be meant to comfort the other person.

But the sound was so loud that the people around could hear it clearly.

The enthusiastic citizens were once again aroused:

"It's the magistrate's brother again. One yesterday, and another today. They're really trying to squeeze every last drop out of this shop!"

"Is this person the twin of the one from yesterday? Coming here to cause trouble? Is this ever going to end? This is outrageous!"

"The shopkeeper was beaten up like that; this magistrate's brother is a real scoundrel!"

"I knew that magistrate was no good. He keeps talking about fairness and justice, but his slogans are all talk and no action."

Zhou Xing listened coldly to the noise from the others.

There are bad people among the masses. It's obvious that someone is stirring up trouble and escalating the matter to the point of affecting the county magistrate's reputation.

The shopkeeper today is still the same shopkeeper, using the same tactics he used to deal with Wei Liu yesterday.

However, Zhou Xing is not the same Wei Liu who disemboweled himself yesterday.

Wei Liu's last wish was to prove his innocence, but everyone here, inside and out, was the manager's people. No matter how eloquent he was, how could he prove his innocence?

Zhou Xing only had one thing to do: control the situation and keep it escalating!

Seeing the surroundings gradually escalating into a cacophony of noise, Zhou Xing simply smiled nonchalantly:

"I remember now!"

"I just remembered how many bowls of noodles I ate!"

The previously noisy disturbance quieted down slightly, and the crowd squeezed in, eager to hear what Zhou Xing had to say this time.

But then Zhou Xing grinned and looked at the shopkeeper beneath him:

"I ordered a bowl of noodles, but I only ate half of it. When the cold noodles arrived at my table, there was already half a bowl left."

"It must be you, you heartless scoundrel, who stole half a bowl of my noodles from the kitchen!"

"You're spouting nonsense!" The shopkeeper was taken aback, then flew into a rage.

You dare use my magic against me?

But the shopkeeper already knew what was going on after he had only said half a sentence. No one knew his innocence better than the person who had framed him. If he spoke back, he would fall into the trap of proving himself and would be unable to defend himself.

At this point, the shopkeeper knew that the "Wei Liu" in front of him was not the naive young man he had been yesterday, but he himself was no novice either.

Instead of denying it, he nodded with a bitter smile:

"Whatever Sixth Master says goes. It was my fault for being ignorant... *sigh*... I secretly ate some food in the kitchen... *sigh*... half a bowl..."

By now, the shopkeeper's face was bruised and swollen, with blood streaming down his chin. He looked so pitiful that it made others feel uneasy.

These words sounded like an admission of defeat, but seeing the shopkeeper's miserable state, these righteous people simply couldn't sit still any longer:

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

"The magistrate's brother is truly remarkable!"

The shopkeeper sneered inwardly. He was the weaker party and the victim now. If he tried to play the victim again, he would win the battle with the people's will and public opinion. What could the shopkeeper do against him?

However, Zhou Xing didn't wait for him to continue playing the victim. Instead, he expressionlessly brought down the long knife in his hand.

The shopkeeper, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Words are no proof; even half a bowl can be different from half a bowl," Zhou Xing said slowly as he plunged his long knife into the shopkeeper's stomach.

"Whether you ate a little more or less the bowl, there's a difference. If you ate more than half a bowl, I'll pay you 30%; if you ate more than half a bowl, I'll pay you 70%. I'll never let you suffer a loss!"

"Don't worry, shopkeeper, I'll be careful. I won't kill you," Zhou Xing said calmly.

"As for what crime I should be charged with, that is entirely up to the magistrate to decide."

At this point, Zhou Xing stopped talking.

While gripping the hilt of the knife plunged into the shopkeeper's abdomen, he forced the burly men to keep their distance.

No matter how agitated the people were, or how those burly men approached, cursed, or threatened him, he only said one thing over and over: "Noise is useless. I will listen to the magistrate."

Just a moment later.

Magistrate Wei En had already arrived with a large number of yamen runners and led everyone to the court.

Zhou Xing did not resist, allowing the constables to take his knife and tie him up on the spot.

Manager Huang was alright; he had a cut on his stomach, but after a simple bandage, he recovered somewhat.

Magistrate Wayne's face was grave, and he exchanged a complicated look with Zhou Xing.

"Wei Liu" held out until the county magistrate arrived, thus escaping Manager Huang's turf, which was good.

But he shouldn't have used the knife.

Once the knife is used, the situation changes completely.

At this moment, the public was in an uproar. Newspaper boys who were tiptoeing to look inside, rickshaw pullers resting on street corners, and even newspaper reporters all came after smelling the excitement, craning their necks to join in the fun.

After all, it was the magistrate's brother who first drew his knife and injured someone, which put him in a difficult position...

Magistrate Wei spoke up: "Wei Liu, tell me the truth about how many bowls of noodles you ate and how much money you paid for them."

Zhou Xing: "I only ate one bowl of noodles, but I didn't want to pay, so I deliberately caused trouble. When the shopkeeper argued with me, I hit him and accused him of stealing food. He said there was half a bowl of my noodles in his stomach."

"As everyone knows, words are not enough. So, in order to obtain evidence and find out the truth, I boldly and carefully cut open the shopkeeper's stomach."

"Who knew, he not only stole half a bowl of my noodles, but also half a roast chicken, two plates of peanuts, and a bowl of shark fin soup!"

"Your Honor, how much food do you think this pig demon has stolen from me?!"

The people were immediately in uproar.

The people gathered outside the courtroom were talking amongst themselves. They knew that the magistrate's brother was arrogant, but they did not expect him to be so arrogant and domineering.

Several reporters from the newspaper, who weren't afraid of making a scene, had their eyes light up and were scribbling furiously in their notebooks, afraid of missing a single word.

The magistrate, his face cold, slammed his gavel: "Insolence!"

Manager Huang clutched the bandaged wound on his stomach, panting heavily. He wasn't in good shape, but hearing the public sentiment and testimonies all in his favor, he nodded in agreement.

Magistrate Wei said in a deep voice, "If you did not draw your knife and injure anyone, you should pay the shop owner ten times the amount of money and be given twenty strokes of the cane."

Zhou Xing then asked, "But I drew my sword and 'killed' someone. According to the laws of the Great Mang Dynasty, how should I be punished?"

The entire room was stunned.

It wasn't just drawing a knife to injure someone, it was drawing a knife to kill someone?

The quickest to react was not the county magistrate, but the shopkeeper Huang, who was panting heavily.

He glared at Zhou Xing, his chubby fingers trembling slightly. At this moment, he was somewhat delirious, only feeling an unbearable tingling and itching at the wound site.

"You even poisoned your knife? Didn't you say you were holding back, that you weren't going to kill me, and that you wanted the magistrate to decide my fate?"

Zhou Xing stared wide-eyed in astonishment: "No way, you actually believe that?"

"There were too many of you, and I'm too timid to admit it, so I had to lie. If I hadn't spared your life, how could I have waited until the magistrate arrived?"

Shopkeeper Huang pointed at Zhou Xing, his chubby fingers still trembling, and he was gradually losing his life, about to breathe his last.

As the crowd grew increasingly agitated, Zhou Xing stepped forward and looked up at the county magistrate in the hall:

"May I ask, Magistrate, what is the punishment for killing someone with a knife? We urge you to handle this matter impartially!"

Magistrate Wayne looked at the boy quietly, as if he were looking at a blazing fire.

After a moment's hesitation, he said decisively, "A life for a life, death is the punishment!"

"Good! The false accuser should be held accountable, and the murderer should pay with his life!" Zhou Xing was satisfied. He was pressed down by the yamen runners and forced to stand in front of the huge guillotine.

"What...what are you after? Did you come here today just to die?" Manager Huang asked weakly, looking at Zhou Xing in front of the giant guillotine.

He didn't understand.

Yesterday's approach perfectly countered the hotheaded Wei Liu.

But today, "Wei Liu" not only managed to hold out until the county magistrate arrived.

With the county magistrate's backing, a shrewd and reasonable middle-aged man could easily persuade the fat boss to bow his head, apologize, and relinquish his profits, thus ending the matter.

But this young man didn't do that. He was too ruthless, poisoning the victim beforehand, even at the cost of his own life?

This is clearly intended to kill him...

"Whether I choose to die or not is my business. But you must die!" Zhou Xing said with a faint smile.

At this moment, the giant guillotine finally pressed down.

The cold light, like frost, shone in the eyes of the people inside and outside the courtroom.

His fine head rolled out.

However, on Wei Liu's head and face was a half-straight, half-smiling expression.

This person doesn't look like a beheaded dead man at all.

When death row inmates are about to die, some are terrified, some cry and curse, and some even burst into laughter.

But this strange expression was something that not only strangers had never seen, but even the most knowledgeable court officials had never seen before.

While everyone was filled with surprise and doubt, only Manager Huang gradually felt a chill run down his spine and his body was also getting cold, as if he could see Wei Liu laughing loudly at him.

Today's Wei Liu is just as fiery as yesterday's Wei Liu, but he escaped his trap, leaving him terrified and impressed.

His body trembled, and he completely stopped breathing, dying from the poison.

The magistrate stood up and glanced at the large crowd of people outside the courtroom:

"According to the laws of the Great Mang, even princes are subject to the same punishment as commoners when they break the law, let alone Wei Liu, who is just my brother, a county magistrate."

"Those who falsely accuse and extort money shall pay ten times the amount in compensation and be punished with twenty strokes of the cane."

"Murder in the street deserves a death sentence!"

At that moment, blood flowed down the guillotine, and two corpses lay staggering across the courtroom. The crowd gathered at the entrance of the yamen, naturally intimidated by its imposing presence, offered no objections.

The jelly shop was Manager Huang's domain, where he could stir up trouble at will, but this place was different.

The crowd dispersed, satisfied.

Magistrate Wayne walked up to the guillotine, staring expressionlessly at the rolling head of "Wei Liu".

The hands behind his back unconsciously tightened, then slowly relaxed.

"Wei Liu" personally killed the enemy who forced him to disembowel himself to extract the powder.

He gained fame as the county magistrate and also intimidated the local tyrants, including the owner of the local cold noodle shop.

The happy ending, earned at the cost of a life, has arrived.

"You left a letter saying that a medical genius from that mysterious 'organization' gave you a brief respite before death?" He gently stroked Wei Liu's open eyelids:

"I, dressed in a dignified official robe, have become the target of evil people's schemes; you, with your own methods of framing and extortion, have avenged your own grudges."

"I will remember what you said."

Blood trickled down the sharp blade of the guillotine, spreading along the cracks in the bluestone slabs.

The fat corpse was curled up in a ball, its eyes bulging, its face filled with shock; the thin corpse was headless, its face displaying a tense, suppressed laugh, creating a rather amusing contrast.

Laugh to death.

It's not my fate, why should I avoid your sharp edge?