The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 123 Using Vigilante Justice
Fu Meng is indeed very busy.

At night, I'll be a "waiting-for-husband stone," and during the day, I'll visit the prison.

In Zexian prison, Hu was free to come and go.

The cell was damp, and the air was thick with the unpleasant smell of blood.

The officials who were usually high and mighty and looked glamorous were now disheveled and in a sorry state.

Squire Dong had lost his fingers and his arms were a bloody mess. He was huddled in a corner, and when he heard any noise, he began to tremble with fear.

The rest of the Dong family members either fainted or lost control of their bladders.

The local gentry, Dong, had long been driven to the brink of collapse and was cursing wildly.

“I did nothing wrong! What General Wei? His death was his own fault! What does it have to do with me? I didn’t kill him. Why can’t I get married?”

"What kind of justice is this?!"

"You're using vigilante justice!"

Fu Meng raised his paw and slapped him across the face without retracting his claws, easily leaving five bloody scratches on the face of the local gentry.

If he had hit any harder, I'm afraid he would have broken my head off.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out.

Fu Meng disliked the noise.

He covered his ears.

But it found it was still noisy.

Therefore, he pushed forward without saying a word.

Dong Xiangshen's body arced through the air before slamming heavily against the wall. He convulsed in pain, foaming at the corners of his mouth, unable to utter a word before passing out.

The jailers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"died?"

"Although there is no good person in the Dong family and they have taken countless lives, many people have gone to the post station to report them these past few days. We must be careful not to cause any more deaths. We should quickly go and ask our superiors for instructions."

"Do you think the Vice Minister of Justice doesn't know? He proposed that Wei Jiajun take charge, but Wei Jiajun said he couldn't handle it and bluntly said that if the Vice Minister of Justice didn't mind, he could come and help with this."

What could the Vice Minister of Justice do?
But you can't point fingers at those Wei family soldiers and curse them.

After all, what they said is true.

There's really no one in the world who can control this thing anymore.

They can't lock them up, and they can't beat them.

Fu Meng has served on the border for many years and has made meritorious contributions.

"Fortunately, seeing that the Vice Minister of Justice was in a difficult position, Wei's army said that they would take responsibility if he died, and that it was good that the servants around him were happy. Even if he had just breathed his last, as long as the body was not cold, with Elder Ge around, they could pull him back from the brink of death."

"Even if he is saved, he will probably be paralyzed. Squire Dong has been on the verge of death several times in the past few days, and he is becoming somewhat mentally impaired."

"That's not important. What's important is that saving the White Tiger will allow it to continue causing trouble. Wei's army said they need to find something for Fu Meng to do to prevent it from causing chaos in the streets. If it frightens the people, that's no laughing matter."

The officials who remained thought...it made a lot of sense.

Anyway, the people in jail aren't worth much.

Fu Meng showed no remorse after committing the crime.

It swaggered out of the cell, looking refreshed and relaxed, and leisurely basked in the sun.

Its tail wags back and forth.

The passersby watched from a distance.

Did you hear the piercing screams from inside just now?

"I heard that. They make a ruckus every day at this time."

"See that? The white tiger's paws are stained with blood. I wonder what it did to some beast. I'm so envious."

Some people were indignant.

"If only it could avenge me! But when will those people from the capital arrive? I'm just afraid the interests involved are too great; who knows if they'll protect each other? Officials... how many officials are truly good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd began to stir.

Who says otherwise?

They will not be at peace until those people's heads are chopped off.

Staying in Ze County is just a way to watch our enemy's head roll.

The man clutched his chest, his words dripping with blood: "But death is too easy for them! I can't wait a moment longer. I wish I could rush in right now and personally tear the corrupt official who harmed my daughter to pieces! Let him taste the pain of being drenched in blood."

Just then, a beggar stumbled and pushed his way forward.

The man looked young, but he was disheveled with unkempt hair and a strong body odor. The crowd of people who were blocking the way made way for him.

"It turned out to be him."

"Who is it?" The woman carrying the basket said, "I know this man. He used to be a scholar. Although he lives in the countryside, he is a very ambitious person. Although he has no elders in his family, his wife is virtuous, and the couple is very loving, which is the envy of many."

"Can……"

She sighed, "But her wife caught the eye of the county magistrate's son. While he was at school, he barged into their home and..."

"Not only did she miscarry her five-month-old baby, but the woman, unable to bear the humiliation, hanged herself."

"By the time he got home, the body had already started to rot."

"He wanted to report it to the authorities, but back then, reporting it to the authorities was a joke. He was beaten until he was barely alive and then thrown into a mass grave."

"But people still survived."

Sometimes, however, living is more painful than being dead.

"People also started acting crazy."

As they were talking, the scholar rushed straight to Fu Meng and knelt down with a thud.

the crowd exclaimed.

"Be careful."

"Come back soon."

The scholar, however, was oblivious to all of this and frantically kowtowed to Fu Meng.

Even Fu Meng, who wanted to slap the person away, was dumbfounded.

Its head indicated that it did not understand.

Fu Meng was about to yell at him.

The other person then took out a hot paper packet of money from their pocket and handed it to him.

His speech is also incoherent.

"Here you go. I'll charge you for taking your pulse and I'll pay you for the consultation."

He hurriedly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, flattened it out, and revealed it to be a portrait. He then placed it under Fu Meng's eyes.

"he."

"revenge."

Fu Meng swept over.

Very familiar.

Isn't this the person it saw in the cell?

The brain understood now, but it was dismissive.

It's not the kind of helpful tiger.

Not just anyone can ask him to do things. He flicks his tail, trying to scare people away.

"help me."

"help me."

The man started kowtowing again with great force, as if he wasn't afraid of pain.

Soon, his forehead was covered in blood and flesh.

So ruthless to himself, so relentless in achieving his goals, Fu Meng vaguely saw a resemblance to Wei Zhao in this person.

Wei Zhao stabbed himself without hesitation back then!

In a fit of temper, he stood up abruptly and swallowed the bun whole.

Wait!

It moved swiftly and disappeared into the cell entrance in an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

Soon, a painful scream came from the cell. Fu Meng turned back and forth, spitting a bloody arm out of his mouth in front of the scholar.

The scholar reached out with trembling hands to touch it.

It's still warm.

My fingers still seem to twitch even after I've just bitten them.

He lowered his head, picked it up, and licked the dripping blood with the tip of his tongue as if enjoying it.

Each glistening teardrop, seemingly dyed red by the light, falls downwards.
The scholar was both crying and laughing, his anger rising and falling violently, his expression almost manic.

Fu Meng stretched and leisurely prepared to leave.

But the people seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and they swarmed to stop it, kneeling down and offering whatever they could find. Those who weren't afraid of death offered everything they could.

Fu Meng: ! !

Bold!