Myriad Immortals

Because of Grandpa Cui's appearance, a great battle between heavenly thunder and earthly fire came to an abrupt end.

The three thieves from the Black Witch Cult were taken to the county government office.

Zhong Xuan also returned to the Zhong family's old house.

The next morning.

County constable Yan Shuoting couldn't wait to knock on the Zhong family's door.

"Having rendered a great service and met with Old Master Cui, Magistrate Zhou was overjoyed. He immediately ordered the registrar to write a memorial to the emperor, and it is said that further rewards will be given for his merits!"

"Our names are among them."

Yan Shuoting said smugly.

The imperial court was extremely concerned about the Black Witch Cult. It had previously heard that a county magistrate in Qingzhou had submitted a petition for merit and received a reward.

Once the officials in the capital approve, based on this merit, I might have the opportunity to be promoted from a clerk to a real official.

Even if it doesn't work out, the county magistrate's reward alone would be enough to make him a fortune.

Yan Shuoting was naturally delighted, so he rushed to Xiahe Village to share the good news as soon as he heard it.

Zhong Xuan chuckled.

He had other concerns.

"What has been done with the members of the Black Witch Cult?"

Yan Shuoting: "They've all been locked up in the dark dungeon, under the personal supervision of the magistrate. In a few days, Yongning Prefecture will send someone to interrogate them."

"The dark prison..."

Zhong Xuan's mission to suppress the rebellion was secondary; achieving merit was the least important thing.

The main purpose was to silence those in the Black Witch Cult who were investigating.

"Mosa..."

Zhong Xuan had been observing the situation of the three members of the Black Witch Cult all night.

It is almost certain that the black witch cult youth named Mosha was the one who ordered Shi Yuanbai to search for the Great Demon Bone.

"It's not difficult to kill someone in the county jail if you're willing to pay up."

"But the black cell is a bit tricky."

A murderous intent surged within Zhong Xuan.

Even though Mosa had been arrested, he was still uneasy.

It would be safest to tell them to shut up completely.

Previously, it would have been impossible for him to kill someone in the dark prison, but now, as long as he is willing to invest the resources, he has a certain degree of confidence in killing someone, Zhong Xuan, the junior brother of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School Master, the current student of the Imperial Academy, and the Dean of the Riverside Academy.

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County government office.

The dark prison.

There are two prisons in Baisha County.

One was the well-known prison, where people of low status were generally imprisoned. Those whom Magistrate Zhou truly cared about were transferred to the black prison.

The Black Prison was built jointly by several magistrates of Baisha County.

The walls were made of specially made dark bricks, which even martial artists could not budge.

The jailers were all martial artists who had reached the level of skin tempering, and there were even martial artists who had reached the level of bone tempering.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's as solid as a rock.

at this time.

In a prison cell.

Mosa leaned against the wall of the dark cell, her hair disheveled and filthy, her eyes, hidden by her loose hair, blazing with undisguised rage.

"If I don't die, I'll skin that man alive and tear him limb from limb!"

If it weren't for that traitor who leaked the information, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

"Who is it?"

He has been imprisoned for the past few days.

Mosa had plenty of time to think things over, and he already had a few candidates in mind.

suddenly.

The dark corridor of the prison was illuminated by a bright red light, and the clerk's voice echoed out.

"Young Master Shi, at most a quarter of an hour, no more than that."

The voice just fell.

A young man dressed in white came to the cell and looked at Mosa through the thick iron bars.

"Ishi Yuanbai!"

A glimmer of hope shone in Mosa's eyes.

He didn't rush to speak, but waited for the official beside Shi Yuanbai to leave before speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Find a way to get me out of here, or else... the matter between your Sand Gang and my Black Witch Cult..."

The threat was palpable.

Shi Yuanbai chuckled: "Brother Mo, how could I be an ungrateful person? Don't worry, I have my own way."

Upon hearing Shi Yuanbai's words, Mo Sha finally showed a satisfied expression.

"It's good to know."

After Shi Yuanbai finished speaking, he turned around.

His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, trembled slightly, and a small insect quietly landed on the cell floor.

A cruel smile crept across his lips in the darkness.

"Brother Mo, I really can't sleep if you don't die."

......

"Brother Zhong, the matter you mentioned has been taken care of. In three days, the clerk and the county magistrate will be taking turns working, and I will host a banquet at Zuixianglou."

Yan Shuoting sat in the main room of the Zhong family's old house, laughing triumphantly.

A few days ago.

Zhong Xuan asked him to do something: he wanted to meet with the magistrate.

Yan Shuoting readily agreed to take on the entire task.

As the head constable of the fast-track squad, he was the right-hand man of the clerk, and the two were extremely close.

Arranging a meeting with Zhong Xuan should not be a problem.

"Thanks, brother."

Zhong Xuan smiled and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Having connections in government offices makes getting things done much easier.

Yan Shuoting dismissed it, saying, "This is just a small matter, nothing more than a simple favor. If it weren't for the fact that the clerk had received orders from Magistrate Zhou not to leave the dungeon at will, it would have been arranged several days ago."

"However, I heard something strange when I went to the black jail today."

"Brother Zhong, do you still remember that young man named Mosha from the Black Witch Cult that day?"

Zhong Xuan skillfully concealed his surprise:

"Why did you suddenly bring up this person, Brother Yan?"

Yan Shuoting sipped his tea: "Dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes, I heard from the clerk that he died last night. His death was extremely gruesome. After the coroner from the yamen dissected and examined his bones, it was determined that he had been poisoned by witchcraft worms."

Zhong Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Well known.

The followers of the Black Witch Cult are all experts in using witch insects.

It's utterly absurd that a Black Cult priest could die from a witch insect.

Yan Shuoting: "The magistrate suspects that it was someone within the Black Witch Cult who killed them to cover it up."

"What about the other two?"

"Nothing's wrong for now. They've already been escorted out of the city ahead of schedule and will probably be handed over to the Yongning Prefecture Military Affairs Department tomorrow."

"That kid probably either knows something important, or he's offended someone."

Yan Shuoting clicked his tongue.

Sure enough, our own people are more ruthless than our enemies when they fight.

He heard that when Namosha was discovered, he had been eaten by witch insects, leaving only bone fragments.

That was absolutely awful.

Zhong Xuan chatted casually with Yan Shuoting with a normal expression.

A strange feeling arose in his heart.

His desire to see the clerk was naturally to enter the Black Prison and kill Mosa.

But unexpectedly.

Someone had already made their move before him.

"Looks like there are quite a few people who want you dead."

Now that Mosa is dead, there's no need to go to the Black Prison, but since we've already made the appointment, we still need to meet with the Registrar.

Zhong Xuan pondered in secret.

What exactly did Mosha do that made the Black Witch Cult want to kill him to silence him?

"Could it still be because of the Great Demon Bone?"

There are very few clues.

Zhong Xuan stopped thinking about it.

"It's better to become a scholar as soon as possible. With academic honors, one will no longer have to fear cults."

There is a saying that those above the seventh rank are appointed officials by the imperial court.

The word "fate" is not an empty word.

Whenever an official of the imperial court dies, the local government will investigate. If the local government cannot investigate, then the higher-level government will investigate. If the prefectural or state government cannot investigate, the imperial court in the capital will send people to investigate on its own.

No court official dies without a clear explanation.

Otherwise, why would so many people study so hard, only to be willing to sell themselves to the imperial family?

It's all because of stability.