The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 77 75: Recognize someone and you should be killed!

That night, Chu Zhou originally wanted to go back to his own villa. He had somewhere else to go, so there was no need to squeeze into this government office.

However, his proposal was jointly dissuaded by the four highest authorities in Baisha City, headed by the county lord.

The words are said in a very nice way, such as "If the guests have to stay outside when they come, it means that we are not hospitable enough";
What's this, 'Now that you're here, it's like home, and I can't let you leave'?

After some persuasion, Chu Zhou and his companions rested in the government office, occupying three rooms, one for Chu Zhou and one for Xu Cheng and his companions.

Around their room, the county magistrate, county magistrate, county lieutenant, and chief clerk each occupied a position in the east, west, south, and north. The whole family, young and old, lived together. Since there were no beds, they slept on the floor. It was very crowded.

It is estimated that they have not experienced such a "hard" life for many years.

But there is no other way, only by living like this can they feel at ease!
The next morning,
The county magistrate sent people to invite the people in charge of the Yunya Sword Sect and the Wenxiang Temple. The reason he used was simple and direct: the government office had found the assassin who assassinated Zhou Chongwen.

As expected, once this reason was given, both sides became very active and sent important figures.

The one who came from Yunya Sword Sect was Elder Qiu, and the one who came from Wenxiang Temple was an old dwarf. It was this one who looked unwell and had a pale face.

In fact, they didn't have much hope before they came. After all, the government was very good at catching people and taking the blame for others.

However, when they saw the battle situation in the government office, including five charred corpses, the completely burned cypress trees, and even the remaining weapons, they basically agreed with the government office's judgment.

Yes, even up to now, there is no substantial evidence to prove that Zhou Chongwen was killed by the Red Lotus Sect.

But almost everyone agrees with this!
And this is the reputation of the Pure World Red Lotus Society in the Dayun Dynasty.

It is worth mentioning that although the red lotus fire is ferocious, it can also burn weapons and remove impurities.

Therefore, the weapons left behind are all made of the finest iron materials, and even if they are not recycled and reforged, they are still good weapons.

Of course, even though everyone agrees on what happened, it doesn’t mean that both sides can stop fighting.

Because, fundamentally, the conflict between the Yunya Sword Sect and the Wenxiang Temple is not just about Zhou Chongwen.

He was just a fuse. His death tore off the fig leaf between the Yunya Sword Sect and the Wenxiang Temple. From now on, the two sects will have to fight for the status and power of who is the boss of Tianquan County!

Moreover, this is a road that goes against the current, like rowing against the current, no one can retreat!

Everyone present knew this.

So, we should investigate what needs to be investigated, say polite words when necessary, and leave when necessary. No one has expressed their intention not to fight anymore.

Because everyone knows that whether to fight or not is not their decision. Neither the Third Elder of Yunya nor the Left Protector of Wenxiang Temple has the final say. It has to be decided by the people behind them!

Of course, Chu Zhou and his men did not pay any attention to these things, nor did they show up. They got up early in the morning and followed the county lieutenant Wang Fugui around Baisha City.

……

Tanglin Street,
Moon Tower.

A ghostwriter, after having eaten and drunk his fill, took a steel needle to pick his teeth and was about to walk out in a swagger.

The waiter was terrified when he saw this, but at the urging of the shopkeeper, he walked up to him, bowed, and said, "Sir, sir, please pay the bill this way!"

"Bill, please?"

The ghostwriter's face changed: "You ask me for money? Haha, then ask the knife in my hand if it agrees?"

As he spoke, he raised the knife in front of him, his eyes became more ferocious, as if he was ready to bite someone.

The waiter was obviously scared to death, but he still blocked the way and refused to give way: "Whoever comes here must pay for the meal.

You are the ghostwriter, and you can't be unable to pay these two cents, right?"

"Noisy!"

The ghostwriter raised his foot and kicked. With just one kick, the waiter flew out and hit many tables and chairs with a loud crash.

At this time, the shopkeeper could no longer hide behind, and immediately ran forward to support his waiter, shouting, "How can you hit someone at will? Is there still law?"

"The king's law? You're talking to me about the king's law? Hehehe..."

The ghostwriter laughed loudly, as if he had heard a joke: "In today's Baisha City, even if I kill you, who dares to talk to me about the law?"

"I just ate your meal, and you dare to talk nonsense here? Believe it or not, I will beat you up too."

"Who are you going to hit?"

A voice came from outside the door. It was the county lieutenant Wang Fugui who had arrived. The old man with white hair and beard was full of momentum. He stared with tiger eyes and said, "Ghostwriter? What kind of ghostwriter are you?
Do you dare to tell me your name? I will present it to the court and take away your badge of ghostwriter?"

"you!"

The ghostwriter had an unpleasant expression on his face, but seeing that Wang Fugui was not giving in at all, he could only mutter in anger: "You are just a dog relying on the power of others, so you have the courage to attack me. I will beat you until your face is covered with peach blossoms."

As he said this, he was about to leave, but Wang Fugui moved his feet and blocked him again: "You haven't paid yet?"

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"

The ghostwriter took out a silver ingot from his waist, threw it on the ground, and was about to walk out.

But Wang Fugui moved sideways again, blocking his way, and said, "And you have to pay for Xiao Er's medicine and the replacement of the broken tables and chairs!"

"Don't you want to overdo it?"

"I just went too far, what can you do?"

As soon as Wang Fugui said this, a group of constables behind him rushed forward a few steps, with their swords unsheathed, making a clanging sound.

The ghostwriter's eyes condensed, and he looked around, then he took out another piece of silver and threw it fiercely in front of the shopkeeper. He used his strength skillfully, and the silver fell directly into the floor in front of the shopkeeper, scaring him.

But the ghostwriter didn't even look at him. He just turned his face away and looked at Wang Fugui, saying, "I've already paid. Why won't you get out of the way?"

Wang Fugui finally moved his feet and let the ghostwriter leave. Then he walked into the restaurant, picked up the silver on the ground, put it in front of the shopkeeper, and said, "Let this young man go and check his injuries."

Then, without waiting for anyone else to speak, he just walked out.

Outside the restaurant, on the long street, Chu Zhou walked behind Wang Fugui and asked, "Are you just going to let him go?"

"What else can I do?"

Wang Fugui said helplessly: "It is not easy to catch him, and the ghostwriter did not kill anyone or set fire to anything. Even if he is caught, he will be released after a few days.

But believe it or not, he doesn't dare to cause trouble to me, but this restaurant, the shopkeeper and the waiter will be in trouble."

"As long as he strikes at night, even if he burns down the restaurant, I won't be able to do anything to him without evidence.

That’s all, without affecting the entire ghostwriter community.”

"In fact, it's considered good now. We arrived in time and made the ghostwriter pay money, so we have an explanation.

But there are times when we cannot take care of them. Right now, at this moment, there are more than one family that is eating free meals. Without us, those people can only take whatever they want. "

Chu Zhou was silent for a moment, and then said: "It's really the law of the jungle, strength comes first. It seems that this Baisha City really needs to be properly treated."

As he said this, he looked at Wang Fugui and said, "Let's go. We have a lot of people to meet today."

"Okay, let's go this way."

……

After a cup of tea, in an alley, Wang Fugui pointed to a blue-clothed swordsman on the street and said, "That man is Zhuang Mengqi from the Yunya Sword Sect. Don't be fooled by his appearance.

In fact, he likes to force young ladies, especially married women, and when doing that, he forces the woman's husband to watch beside them. He is really a pervert.

So far, there have been five recorded cases, and two women have committed suicide because they could not bear the humiliation. "

Chu Zhou's eyebrows furrowed and he said, "This man deserves to be killed!"

……

Another quarter of an hour later, in a certain antique shop, Wang Fugui let a tall figure pass by and whispered, "That man is called Chi Shanghui, the steward of Wenxiang Temple, and is known as the 'gentleman on the beam' in the underworld."

"So he's a thief. But what good things can there be in an antique shop in Baisha City?"

"It doesn't matter whether there are good things or not. What matters is that he likes the feeling of stealing. In fact, as a deacon of Wenxiang Temple, he is not short of money, but he just can't change this habit."

Wang Fugui looked strange: "Most importantly, do you think the nickname 'Gentleman on the Beam' is a compliment to him?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not. In fact, his stealing skills are terrible. He might have made a noise and woke up the owner, but he still believes that a thief never leaves empty-handed.

So, if he failed to steal, he would just rob. Five people in Baisha City were beaten to death for trying to stop him."

"Another damn one, I know it!"

……

A moment later, in a gambling house, a bearded man with naked upper body appeared, shaking the dice plate frantically.

In the entire casino, the atmosphere seemed to have reached a climax, with one wave higher than the other.

In the compartment, Wang Fugui introduced quietly: "Ma Dayou, a ghostwriter, has now joined the Wenxiang Temple camp, practicing his dirty skills, and is known as a gambling ghost. He is addicted to gambling, but his gambling character is extremely bad.

It would be fine if he wins, but if he loses, he has to gamble his life with others. You chop me with a knife, and I chop you with a knife, to see who dies first.

However, those gamblers were just mortals, but he had specially trained a skill called "Iron Shirt", and with this skill, he cut off many gamblers' heads."

"Gamblers deserve to die too!"

……

On this day, Wang Fugui took Chu Zhou and the others to many places and met many people, more than ten in total, and also witnessed the crimes committed by these people.

Moreover, it seemed that because the Yunya Sword Sect and the Wenxiang Temple were consciously stalling for time, the fights were not frequent.

Their procrastination made these idle people turn their attention to Baisha City.

In addition, as the intimidation posed by the men in straw raincoats and hats gradually faded, they became more and more unscrupulous.

In other words, Chu Zhou and his team's arrival was truly appropriate.

……

That night,

Chu Zhou led Xu Cheng and three others quietly out of the government office. They waited for a short while in an alley and saw Ma Dayou who had just come out of the casino.

Chu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, took a look, and then pulled Xu Cheng over and said, "Second Junior Brother, this man is your opponent. Beat him to death, or be beaten to death by him!"

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