A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 307: Blood Infant

After they finished their meal, Xiao Yu took Shen Mizhi to her own boudoir to rest.

Duan Rong accompanied Xiao Zongting in the main room, drank a cup of strong tea after dinner, chatted for a while, and then said goodbye and left.

When he left, he had returned the key to Liulu to Xu Shoufu, the chief accountant of the escort agency.

Duan Rong walked out of the escort agency and went towards his former home.

After entering the dilapidated old house, Duan Rong first fetched a bucket of well water, washed his whole body, and then lay down naked on the bed in the inner room.

Although this house is dilapidated, it is still a place to live.

Duan Rong had just been lying there for a while when his eyes suddenly moved and he sat up.

Duan Rong sat naked, cross-legged on the bed, quickly forming seals with his hands and muttering incantations. His attention was focused on the transition of his breathing. Suddenly, he concentrated everything and hit "that point" of the transition of his breathing.

Duan Rong suddenly felt dizzy, and the next moment, he appeared in his own sea of consciousness.

Duan Rong found himself sitting cross-legged in the center of the black earth, surrounded by a thin, rolling mist...

Duan Rong stood up and looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, something strange happened above the sky!
The three celestial bodies that Duan Rong refined while practicing the Taizang Sutra are still suspended in the center of the sky, reflecting and shining brightly.

But the blood light that was like a nebula and had been hiding in the corner, hiding from the suspended celestial body, had changed.

After Duan Rong achieved the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, the blood light not only expanded its coverage by more than three times, but also became even more red like blood...

But what worried Duan Rong the most was that the rolling blood light was floating and flashing under the sky. It actually floated to a position very close to the three suspended stars.

Even more so, the soft light of the three stars and the blood light emitted by the nebula-like thing that represented the origin of the Dirty Blood Divine Art were already faintly reflected and blended in a certain position...

Duan Rong stared at it with a deep look in his eyes. He didn't know what it meant, but the unknown usually contained a dangerous aura.

Originally, the blood light representing the origin of the Filthy Blood Divine Art was obviously afraid of the three celestial bodies, but now that Duan Rong had achieved the second level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, it seemed that a certain balance had been reached between the Filthy Blood Divine Art and the Taizang Sutra.

Whether it was the Taizang Sutra or the Dirty Blood Divine Art, they were both extremely mysterious and difficult to fathom. But now they appeared at the same time in Duan Rong's spiritual sea of consciousness.

This undoubtedly made Duan Rong very worried! He was afraid that if he continued to practice like this, he would go insane!

Duan Rong wondered if there was anyone else in this world who, like him, had practiced both the Taizang Sutra and the Divine Art of Filthy Blood?
Maybe there is no such person at all?
But thinking of this, Duan Rong suddenly had an idea.

He thought of someone!

That is the founder of the Filthy Blood Cult, Fu Yi.

Before founding the Filthy Blood Sect, Fu Yi was a core disciple of the Taiyi Sect. He must have practiced the Taizang Sutra.

He was the founder of the Filthy Blood Sect, and the Filthy Blood Divine Art originated from him, so he naturally also practiced the Filthy Blood Divine Art.

According to rumors, he not only practiced the Dirty Blood Magic, but also refined a magical and unpredictable blood baby through careful study of the Dirty Blood Magic. It was with the help of this blood baby that Taiyi Sect sent out top masters to surround Fu Yi several times, but he escaped every time.

But in recent years, this person has disappeared from the Jianghu. Taiyi Sect's spies are all over Qingzhou. After years of searching, they have not found any trace of him...

Although the founder of the Filthy Blood Sect was an incomparable person to Duan Rong.

But with this person's example, it at least shows that these two magical skills can be practiced at the same time.

Of course, it is also possible that the founder of the religion used some strange method to resolve the conflicting parts of the two magical skills.

Duan Rong looked at the three stars in the sky and the rolling blood light. Although they had a hidden confrontation posture, there was no real conflict or collision after all.

At least, Duan Rong did not have any bad feelings in his spiritual sea of consciousness, and his spiritual techniques could be used normally.

However, after this incident, Duan Rong was obviously even more afraid of the blood.

He was just not careful for a moment, allowing it to achieve the second level. The blood light had already floated near the three celestial bodies. If it were allowed to grow again, it would occupy the magpie's nest, drive the three celestial bodies to the corners of the sky, and occupy the center of the sky itself.

Duan Rong wasn't sure what that meant.

In short, we must never let that bloody light grow again.

Fortunately, Duan Rong only absorbed the second level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, and he had no idea about the subsequent techniques. Even if the blood light wanted to grow, it would have no chance.

As long as he continued to practice the Taizang Sutra, he believed that as his level of Taizang Sutra improved, he would be able to force the blood light back into the corner.

When Duan Rong thought of this, he let go of his worries, and withdrew from the sea of consciousness with a thought.

After a hard battle yesterday, Duan Rong squeezed in the ox cart at night, thinking about Lu Qingzhu's departure, and couldn't sleep well. At this time, Duan Rong felt sleepy, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

After the coroner finished the autopsy, Xia Zhongyang, Jiang Heng and Tao Jiusong took the body back from the yamen.

The old send off the young, and at this age, half of their life is gone.

In the afternoon, the Xia, Jiang and Tao families had already set up the mourning hall, and white curtains were hung inside and outside the mansion.

It was supposed to be a happy event that brought honor to the family, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone...

People say that fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, but when it doesn’t happen to you, how can you understand the feeling?

Only those who are trapped in this great sorrow know what it means to have a dead heart.

At this time, it was already midnight and there were not many people on the street.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional sound of mournful music in the distance.

At this hour, the lights in the county government office were still brightly on.

The clerks and detectives all lit candles and stayed in their respective rooms. The county magistrate said he would summon them today, but he hasn't summoned them yet, so who dared to leave?

Just when everyone was getting impatient, Ding Xingxing had already hurriedly gone from room to room, asking them to go to the flower hall in the backyard to meet the master.

Sun Qian was busy for most of the day and just finished writing the first draft of the report on this case.

The case was quite complicated and involved a wide range of people. According to the coroner's autopsy report and the accounts of the sect's envoys and registered disciples who had personally witnessed the case, it seemed that several of them had been wanted criminals of the sect for many years, and some seemed to be extremely important figures in the Yuanyang Hall of the Filthy Blood Sect.

"This matter is a bit strange!?"

Sun Qian looked at the autopsy report and the draft document spread out on the table, and a distorted "Chuan" character appeared between his eyebrows.

Just then, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door.

Ding Xingxing came in with his fist clasped, and said, "County Master, everyone is here."

Sun Qian let out a long sigh, with a look of fatigue between his brows. He took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Let them in."

Then, the clerks and constables in the yamen came in one after another, stood in two rows not far from the desk where Sun Qian was sitting.

Sun Qian stood up, holding the armrest of the armchair. His legs were a little stiff. He walked slowly past the desks and stood in front of everyone, saying, "I originally wanted to meet everyone properly so that we could get to know each other better. But I didn't expect that such a big case would come to me before I even got to sit down. I have neglected you all."

"We dare not, we dare not... Your Excellency, the county magistrate is too kind..." The clerks and constables bowed immediately.

Although Sun Qian said he had neglected them, his expression did not show any apology for neglecting them. He still had a cold face and said, "But fortunately, we all work in the same government office. Slowly, we will get to know each other better. From now on, the clerks will be in charge of Qin Shuban, and the constables and yamen runners will be in charge of Ding Xingxing."

Ding Xingxing heard this, his eyes lit up with joy, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "Yes!"

Qin Shuban was still busy in the morgue at the moment and was not among the other clerks. Seeing that Qin was skilled in writing and meticulous in his work, Sun Qian thought that he was a good legal advisor and promoted him.

As for Ding Xingxing, he was originally just a security guard in Sun Qian's family. Because he had followed Sun Qian for many years, he was quite loyal to him.

As the saying goes, when one person becomes virtuous, all his family members will benefit. This man became the head of the county police.

Sun Qian glanced at Ding Xingxing, nodded slightly, and then looked at the clerk and the constable in front of him with a serious look and said, "Everyone, please disperse. Do your own job well. This county magistrate is a person who does not tolerate any sand in his eyes. If some things are placed on someone's head, don't blame me for being heavy-handed. Go."

Those clerks and constables were silenced by Sun Qian's words. They bowed and retreated.

But only Zhu Baogui stood by, bowing slightly and not leaving.

Sun Qian walked back to the table and sat down. Then he saw Zhu Baogui, who was standing beside Ding Xingxing with his head bowed. He asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

When Sun Qian first arrived in Xiangu County, he did not know Zhu Baogui's name.

Zhu Baogui immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency, I, the Magistrate, have been very busy and exhausted, but there is still an unsolved case in this county, and I dare not fail to inform you!"

"Unsolved case?" Sun Qian took a sip of tea and said, "Tell me about it."

Zhu Baogui then told Sun Qian everything about Jie Daohan's murder and Shen Yanliu's statement.

Sun Qian frowned when he heard this. This Xiangu County is really a muddy place!

As soon as he arrived at the lobby in the morning, he had already received a list. On that list, the column for "Captain of Police" was blank.

He originally thought that the former captain of the police had followed Shen Yanliu's promotion and went to Ruyang Prefecture.

Who would have thought that it was another murder case!
The murder of the chief constable who was in charge of criminal cases in a county was considered a major case.

Sun Qian pondered for a while, and suddenly asked: "When did you say this case happened?"

Zhu Baogui said: "It was the morning of the second day after Lord Shen received the promotion order."

Sun Qian's eyes moved and he said, "Move the time of the crime forward by six days. Make a new copy of all the documents related to the case."

"This...?" Zhu Baogui was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Sun Qian to play this way. In this way, the case was put on Shen Yanliu's head again.

Sun Qian said, "Do as I say. When the document is submitted to the government, it will be stamped with the county government seal and signed with my name, Sun. What are you afraid of?"

Sun Qian had his own reasons for daring to pin the blame of Jie Daohan's case on Shen Yanliu.

Although Shen Yanliu was promoted to the position of Censor of a prefecture and was in charge of the criminal law of the prefecture, he could be said to hold great power.

But he was the Censor of Ruyang Prefecture, and the two prefectures were not under the same jurisdiction, so he had no idea that the case was blamed on him.

The Censor of Yuanyang Prefecture would not write to other officials of the same level to hold them accountable for a pending case. If things went on like this, the case would be left unsolved and no one would be held responsible.

Zhu Baogui came to his senses and immediately bowed and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will do it right away."

"Go ahead." Sun Qian waved his hand. Seeing that Zhu Baogui was stunned for only a moment before reacting, he couldn't help but look at him and chuckled.

Zhu Baogui then bowed and walked out.

Sun Qian glanced at Ding Xingxing who was standing not far away and said, "You go too. I want to rest for a while. You guard the door and don't let anyone in to disturb me."

"Yes, sir!" Ding Xingxing stepped out of the door and left the door of the flower hall ajar.

Sun Qian rubbed his temples. He was really exhausted from the long journey and worrying about the criminal case.

Sun Qian was leaning back in the armchair when he suddenly heard a rustling sound near the window. A dark shadow flashed by, and a man jumped in through the window.

This person was obviously very good at light work. He landed silently, and with a tap of his toes, he leaped to the ground and stood not far from Sun Qian's desk.

The man was wearing night clothes and a black mask on his face. He stood there, looking at Sun Qian through the holes in the mask.

When Sun Qian saw this person, there was no surprise on his face, as if he had expected this person to come.

At this time, the man in black took off the mask on his face, revealing a charming face.

The person who came was Ge Qingchuan!
Sun Qian sighed, looked at Ge Qingchuan's bright eyes, and said, "Miss Qingchuan, you are so polite! As soon as Sun Fang took office, Miss Qingchuan sent Sun such a big gift."

Ge Qingchuan's face turned slightly red. She knew that Sun Qian was talking about their ambush on the registered disciples.

"This thing has gone wrong! We encountered a tough guy, Fan Hanzhou and Blood Monk Wuxiang are both dead!"

"Fan Hanzhou is dead too?!"

When Sun Qian heard about Fan Hanzhou and the Blood Monk Wuxiang, his face suddenly changed and he sat up straight in his chair.

After reading the autopsy report and listening to the oral accounts of the sect's envoys, he already had some guesses.

He was basically certain that the Blood Monk had no form, but he was a little unsure about Fan Hanzhou. Firstly, this person had not easily shown up in recent years, and secondly, he really couldn't imagine who could kill Fan Hanzhou.

"Yes." Ge Qingchuan looked at Sun Qian, who was shocked, and said, "Please put aside the documents for this case for two days before reporting them to the sect and the government. I need some time to make room for some backup plans."

Sun Qianyou tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Okay."

Ge Qingchuan said: "Sun Qian, the hall spent such a huge price to let you serve as the magistrate of Xiangu County. Do you know why?"

This Sun Qian was originally lurking in the governor's office. He was just an unknown person in charge, and all he handled were miscellaneous matters that did not bring much profit.

Not long ago, he suddenly received a transfer order to be the magistrate of Xiangu County. Although he was happy, he was also clear that it was the manipulation of the gang. He was also unsure about what exactly he was asked to do in Xiangu County.

Sun Qian said: "Please explain clearly, Miss Qingchuan!"

Ge Qingchuan said: "This Xiangu County is located in a remote area with many mountains and dense forests. It is a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The mission given to you by the hall is to turn this place into an impregnable stronghold for my Filthy Blood Sect!"

"Of course, the church will also allocate resources and try its best to support you."

Sun Qian's eyebrows jumped. He knew that this Xian Gu County Magistrate would not sit so easily?
Sun Qian said: "Xiangu County, hasn't it been run by Ruan Fengshan all these years?"

Ge Qingchuan said: "How can he display his power under the eyes of Shen Yanliu! He can do his job, and you can do yours! You are far more important than Ruan Fengshan now. He cannot know your identity until a certain time. This is for your safety."

Sun Qian frowned and asked, "Does Ruan Fengshan have any spies around him?"

"Whether it's true or not, you'd better be careful. After a while, we will set up a plan and give it a try. Before that, your identity must not be disclosed to Ruan Fengshan."

Sun Qian nodded.

Ge Qingchuan asked: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Sun Qian said, "There is one more thing. Was the incident with Jie Daohan done by one of our people?"

"Jie Daohan?"

"The head of the police force in Xiangu County."

Ge Qingchuan shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. The gang didn't do it. Ruan Fengshan is lurking, so it shouldn't be him who did it."

Sun Qian's eyes moved and he nodded thoughtfully.

Ge Qingchuan glanced at Sun Qian, put on a mask, and disappeared in a flash.

After Ge Qingchuan left, Sun Qian collapsed on the armchair.

After all, Xie Daohan is the county's chief of police and a powerful man in the Qi realm. How can he be killed so easily?
He originally suspected that Xie Daohan's case was committed by one of his own people. Therefore, he suppressed the case just now, wanting to make it a headless case and put the blame on Shen Yanliu who was transferred away.

But now it seems that this case was not committed by their people?
A strong man in the Qi realm!

"The water in Xiangu County is getting deeper and deeper..." Sun Qian murmured, and the tiredness in his eyes seemed even more intense at this moment.

(End of this chapter)