Fairy, I really am a villain!

The two walked together in the courtyard. This time, Fang Xiwen looked at him for a while longer, his eyes lingering on his chest for a while, comparing them in his mind, thinking that he must have overthought.

"Brother Fang?"

"I was thinking about something," he laughed. "My brother is very busy, how come you have time to come and see me today?"

"That's why I came to see you. Let's talk while we walk."

On the way, Wang Wenxuan first explained the affairs of Zhengqitang to him, saying that he had sent people to invite the elders, and asked him to stay in the palace and wait for a while;

Fang Xiwen agreed without any hesitation and asked, "Where are we going?"

At this time, the two had already walked out of the house. Wang Wenxuan turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, do you have anything else important to do? If not, how about doing me a favor?"

He thought that if he included the matter of Zhengqitang, the number of things he needed to ask the Wang family would become two: in order not to owe them too many favors, he agreed immediately.

"I wonder what's going on?"

"To put it simply, it's about catching a thief. There have been frequent thefts in several markets on East Street, causing chaos everywhere. Let's go and capture the thief." Seeing that he agreed, Wang Wenxuan was somewhat happy and led the way.

The two of them walked down the street one after the other, and they attracted a lot of attention; after all, they were both people with outstanding appearances and strong strength, and they were still fighting with swords and knives, so the cheers never stopped.

Watching the handkerchiefs thrown at him from all directions, Fang Xiwen asked, "But Brother Wang, if it's a robbery, why didn't they report it to the police, but instead reported it to you?"

It was no wonder that he was confused. Judging from Wang Wenxuan's leisurely attitude, it shouldn't be a big case. And it would be a waste of time for Badao to handle such trivial matters personally.

"There are many reasons." He slowed down his pace, walked side by side with Fang Xiwen, and raised his index finger: "It's like you are a constable of the Six Gates, and now you find out that the criminal is a relative of Mr. Zhang in the city, will you arrest him?"

"How can we not catch him?"

"Okay, then you can just go and ask for the person. At best you'll end up with a scapegoat."

Mr. Zhang is a wealthy local businessman with connections in both the black and white worlds. He acts arrogantly but not overbearingly and knows his limits.

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen understood a little, but still did not give up: "What if I have solid evidence?"

"Then if you insist on biting him to death, he won't be able to do anything about it; but the sentence will be light, and if you can't wait for him to be released from prison, you will lose your job, don't you understand?"

He saw that Wang Wenxuan was exaggerating, but he had no doubts.

Now the Six Sects have lost their credibility in his eyes. Not only are they suppressed by the local sects in Yiling, but can they bully a wealthy businessman at will?

"However, this case is rather special. It is not the situation I just described."

"What's that like?"

"You'll know when you get there." As he said this, Wang Wenxuan winked at him in a somewhat "playful" way; he became a little unsure again.

Chapter 270: The Demonic Aura of the East Square

There is a market town on the east street of Dingjun, where most of the residents are common people. The houses are very low, with shops in the front half selling food, cloth and the like.

There were butchers slaughtering chickens and pigs inside. Even from a distance the strong fishy smell went straight into my nose and was quite pungent.

Wang Wenxuan was walking in front and deliberately looked back to observe his expression; when he found that Fang Xiwen did not show any impatience, he nodded slightly.

"Excuse me, does Butcher Wen live here?"

"Inside. Are you officials? You don't look like one... Never mind. Old Wen has been losing things every other day. If he continues like this, he won't be able to make a living, let alone get married."

The old blacksmith with a scar on his face pointed inside, shook his head and sighed.

The two looked at each other, and without further explanation, they walked in as he said, stepping over the streaks of dirty water and blood spreading on the ground, and came to the door of a shabby house.

As soon as he stood still, Fang Xiwen's expression suddenly changed;

He smelled a strong smell. Not something like poultry, but a stronger and more unique smell... To put it bluntly, it was the evil smell he had smelled before.

This is something that is hard to forget once you smell it.

Seeing his reaction, Wang Wenxuan leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice: "Now you know why you are looking for me, right?"

"I see."

However, although the matter is of great importance, Wang Wenxuan still looks calm and composed...Why?

After knocking on the door, he transmitted his voice: "This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice. Although this robbery is related to the demon tribe, the strange thing is that it does not hurt anyone."

"No wonder you're so relaxed. But what did it steal?"

"You won't believe it, but every time we come to check, we find leftovers and other food. It even steals swill from the pigs. It's really not picky."

"Leftovers?" Fang Xiwen was puzzled by this. Could this monster be a vegetarian?

"But even so, it has added a lot of burden to these ordinary people. So, I...my second mother arranged for people to distribute porridge a few days ago, and the situation has eased a little, but now it has returned to its old state.

We have to catch it and put an end to it once and for all."

Wang Wenxuan paused unnaturally before finishing his story of this somewhat strange case.

Pushing open the door, the two saw Butcher Wen in the inner room. He was a dark, thin and strong man.

At this moment, he was sitting on a low stool, his face full of sorrow, his eyes fixed on the stove; on the table was a chopping board, and the butcher knife was chopping on it at an angle, leaving a little blood.

When he saw the two men with extraordinary demeanor walk in, he stood up as if he had seen a savior, and said excitedly: "Two officers, if this continues, not only will I lose my business, but I will also starve to death!"

"Don't worry, just take your time." Wang Wenxuan said to comfort her.

"Okay, okay," Butcher Wen responded repeatedly, and then said, "There is a thief roaming around in our area. Everyone knows it, but since we can't catch him, we just have to be careful.

A few days ago, he stole into my house. At first, it was just some rotten mush, so Old Wen thought it was for feeding the pigs, and only took the copper coins with him... But who would have thought that he actually stole meat to eat these days! He stole the good meat that Old Wen was going to sell!"

When he said this, Butcher Wen looked really heartbroken, but soon he turned vicious: "I can't bear it anymore. I want to catch this thief even if I die."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Fang Xiwen asked, "So you set a 'trap' to catch him?"

"Yes, this is a very evil thing," Butcher Wen said, "Last night I stuffed a ball of cotton into the quilt and pretended to sleep, but I was actually hiding under the firewood, holding a sharp knife, thinking I was going to fight him.

Guess what happened?"

"Just keep talking. Don't keep me in suspense."

"I saw such a long tongue swimming all the way over from the doorstep!" Butcher Wen spread his arms with an exaggerated look: "Then it rolled up the meat and flew back in a flash!

Old Wen thought he was seeing things, so he hurried to check, and the nearly 20-ounce piece of meat was indeed gone!"

After saying this, Butcher Wen led the two back to the crime scene, insisting that he had seen it with his own eyes and that the thief was a scary monster.

Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, they looked at each other, both of them had something in mind, so they comforted him with a few words, and then went outside to discuss it.

Wang Wenxuan slapped the hilt of his knife, somewhat excited: "Is it a snake demon? It will be easy to find if we have a clue. The weather is hot, and there are very few shaded places in the East Square. At worst, we can just turn it upside down!"

"Wait," Fang Xiwen grabbed him and frowned, "Don't you find it weird?"

"What's weird?"

"According to what you said, if the perpetrator was really a snake demon, then wouldn't Butcher Wen be able to find a living person with a normal body temperature hiding nearby?"

“...What do you mean?” Wang Wenxuan understood immediately.

"This monster may not want to hurt anyone, or it may have some unspeakable secrets."

With a thought in his mind, Fang Xiwen thought of the scholar and Ping'er he met on the escorting trip, and felt a little emotional.

Could it be them?

That's unlikely. That black-scaled two-headed snake is almost at the stage of forming a pill, and its body is as thick as a bucket. How could it be picking up garbage to eat here?

After hearing his words, Wang Wenxuan was actually very happy: "You mean, this is a good monster?"

"I didn't say that. Anyway, your idea is right, but the solution is still under discussion. Try to capture him alive."

After agreeing on a code word and time, the two men split up and began searching in the East Quarter; there were several ditches running through here, which emitted a foul smell all year round, and the stains on the edges of the ditches were also winding and tortuous, like traces.

~~

The winding water mark continued to extend forward, and at the end was a black snake that swam along the side of the ditch.

It was as thick as a bowl, with rough and hideous black scales, and a forked head that looked like two human faces, which looked extremely strange.

At this time, the snake demon's breath was extremely unstable, and the woman's face was distorted. She said, "Husband, how long will this hiding life last? Why do we have to save those who have nothing to do with us?"

"Because that is also saving ourselves, Ping'er," the man said softly, "I've wronged you during this period, can you bear with it for a while? Spread the news, and we will leave Dingjun."

"No, I, I really want to eat people..."

"How can you do that? You know that the people living in the East Quarter are all poor people. Stealing their food is murder. Give me three more days, and there will be a chance."

The man spoke in an elegant manner with a gentle voice, as if he was well-read.

"Then, let's go kill those rich people. They deserve to die." Ping'er's voice was weak.

You can't tell from their appearance, but they are actually seriously injured now - with their Jindan bodies, they were ambushed by "their kind" of monsters. Now they are wandering here just to deliver a message.

"Ping'er, the standard of who deserves to die and who doesn't is not determined by us, but by the laws of Dajin. If you decide the life and death of others based on your own preferences, this is not justice, it can only be regarded as lynching." The scholar patiently persuaded her.

In the past, his reasoning had always been able to calm his wife, but this time it didn't work.

After all, if reason cannot fill your stomach, what good can it do no matter how good it is?

Ping'er didn't answer, but went straight out of Dongfang and wandered in the shadows of the street: she knew where Mr. Zhang's home was, and she also knew that he was a bad guy who did all kinds of evil.

She wants to eat Mr. Zhang.

Seeing this, the scholar tried to persuade them: "We have killed so many bandits, we can't continue. If we continue to let them go, our hearts will turn into monsters!"

"If we don't do this, we will die, husband! Do you want to die as a human, or live as a demon?"

Without listening to the scholar's answer, Ping'er suppressed his thoughts.

It would be fine if it was just her, but now they are two of a kind; she really doesn't want to see this thoroughly good man who has studied morality all his life die because of sticking to the old ways.

The two people's very quiet chat was interrupted, and only a rustling sound was heard in the shadows.

~~

Wang Ningzhu, disguised as his brother, searched in the shaded areas. He could more or less feel the evil spirit, but it was all from a long time ago and he could only find some vague traces.

Someone dumped leftovers into this ditch, and someone even defecated here, it stinks...

However, Wang Ningzhu's mood was not too bad, because Fang Xiwen's attitude really made her happy.

Just like there are good and bad people among humans, there are also good and bad monsters among monsters.

With her nose closed, Wang Ningzhu searched all the way inside. Suddenly, her eyes fixed; she saw a bloody fragment of a Confucian robe and quickly walked over to pick it up.

"Third uncle?"