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Chapter 10: Going Home

Everyone watched the little fluorescent lights flying into Yuyang City. After learning that people would turn into fireflies after death, they were so excited that they burst into tears.

"Wang'er, Wang'er, come back, come back!" Lao Huang knelt on the ground and shouted his son's nickname.

For a while, there were constant cries on the river bank. Listening to the calls of these parents, wives and children, everyone burst into tears with tears in their eyes.

In the distance, Nie Haitang, Zhao Peng, and Li Xinliang were watching from a distance. After all, Xu Tong had made such a big noise. If they hadn't noticed it, they would have been blind.

"I didn't expect that he was actually an official!" Nie Haitang's eyes were slightly red. Hearing the voices of people on the river bank calling for relatives and friends, he was inevitably touched.

"He is a good official! He is also a rare master!"

Zhao Peng stared expressionlessly at Xu Tong: "It seems that he was also responsible for summoning the city god."

"It's him?"

When Nie Haitang thought about it, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Did Fat and Thin Toutuo be killed by him too??"

"It's possible! If you can kill the river demon, your strength must be higher than that of Fat and Shou Tutuo."

Zhao Peng took a deep breath and looked at this face that was younger than himself. He couldn't help but secretly wonder: "What is the origin of this person? How can he have such strength at such a young age? Could it be that he is a disciple of a senior person in the three religions?"

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"Elder brother, look, these ghosts have all flown to the City God's Temple. With the City God guiding them, they will soon be able to cross into the underworld."

Li Xinliang looked at the fireflies flying overhead and sighed.

"Let's go, the river demon thing has nothing to do with us, what's important is the Modha Cult."

After Zhao Peng said that, he turned around and left. Nie Haitang and Zhao Xinliang couldn't help but look at each other. For some reason, they felt that the senior brother seemed a little impatient today.

At this moment, there were constant shouts and cries.

Xu Tong waited patiently for a while. When everyone's emotions were almost restored, he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Fellow fellow villagers, the dead will be punished and the great revenge will be avenged. However, the relatives and friends of Song Dynasty, the prefect of Yuyang, harmed the common people in the village and colluded with the river monster. This is not allowed by nature. Everyone, follow me to seek justice!!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone on the river bank turned red. The river demon was hateful, but Song's relatives and friends were even more hateful.

As an official of Yuyang, he actually colluded with the river demon and blatantly established the River God Division to collect people's money.

He can even do such a thing as feeding the river god, which is really hateful.

"Demand for justice!!"

Everyone shouted, and some people rushed down the river bank and took out the body of the turtle in the river.

The body, which was like a small mountain, was carried on the shoulders by dozens of men with hemp ropes and wooden sticks, and they walked towards Yuyang City.

As for those members of the Heshensi who were not selected by Xu Tong to feed the bastards, they were carried away with sticks by everyone. Along the way, rocks and rotten vegetable leaves were thrown at these people's faces for free.

"good!"

Looking at the team carrying the body of the River God away, three people walked out of the woods.

"Sir, this guy is pretty good!"

"Oh, how good is it?"

"Not greedy!"

"Hehe, that's right. He is obviously a gift from heaven, but he is willing to give it up. Prince Gong has a good son, remember!"

After saying this, the two people immediately took out their notebooks and charcoal pencils.

"At the third watch of the clock, Li Zheng, the eldest son of Prince Gong, borrowed the power of the City God to draw fire from the sky and kill the river demons. The City God of Yuyang received the souls of the dead and converted them into humans. His merits are immeasurable."

"Um?"

After the two of them finished writing, they couldn't help but raise their heads in confusion and looked at the leader in front of them.

Everyone can see that it is true that the City God can attract the souls of the dead, but using the power of the City God to kill the river monster is too fake. If the City God really has this ability, why has the Yuyang City God been absent from his post?

As if aware of the doubts of the two people, the leader smiled slightly and said: "Your Majesty, I will explain it myself. Since they are not willing to take the credit, why should we be evil people and just go along with the flow of favors."

When the two heard this, they immediately understood that this was an adult protecting Li Zheng. Although this was a meritorious service, as an official, if he blocked this supernatural power from himself, it would arouse the resentment of the adults in the court.

At that time, it would affect his career.

After the two signed each other's stamps, they put the book away. The dragons and pigeons they carried had been released, and they could only wait until they returned to Yuyang City to meet up with the other Shenwu Guards.

It's just the middle of the night, and according to the rules, a curfew is in effect.

But today is indeed an exception. The streets are brightly lit, and people from every house come out holding lanterns to light up the road.

The huge body of the river demon was carried into the city. People looked at the body that was like a mountain. After being frightened, they all let out a wave of cheers.

When they heard that this bastard was going to be cut up and distributed among the common people, butchers from all over the city rushed over with butcher knives.

"The river monster is dead!!"

"The river monster is dead!!"

The children on the street were not sleeping anymore, shouting the news that the river monster was dead and shouting along the street.

In the back house of Yuyang Yamen, I could hear the shouts coming from outside.

Song's relatives and friends were sitting on the chairs, their faces so pale that there was not a trace of blood in them. With trembling fingers, they picked up the wine glass. This was his favorite sake.

This sake is not the kind made by Japanese Japanese.

Instead, it is pressed from the wine jar with a special wine filtering tool, and filtered again with a turban. This kind of wine is called "sake"

Song's relatives and friends sipped the sake in their hands and stared blankly at the three-foot white silk hanging on the beam.

"Sir, let's hit the road!"

Outside the door, four sword-wielding guards urged him.

The commotion outside was getting louder and louder. The yamen was surrounded by water, and even the official officials of the yamen had disappeared.

This matter has reached this stage, and it is not an exaggeration to think that Song's relatives and friends would be skinned and cramped by these people.

The Song relatives and friends drank down the wine glasses in their hands and said with a smile: "Go back and tell your adults that the Wu family can protect him for a while, but not for the rest of his life. I, Song, am waiting for him on the Huangquan Road."

As they spoke, Song's relatives and friends stepped on the stools, raised their hands and slowly put Bai Ling around their necks, looking up at the roof: "Ten years of cold weather, thirty years of spring and autumn, what an injustice!"

"Boom!!"

His toes glared, and the bench under his feet fell to the ground.

The four guards stood outside the door, watching with cold eyes, until they saw Song Qin and Peng's struggling legs completely stopped moving, then they stood up and left quickly.

"Song dog thief, get out!!"

People were already standing outside the Yamen, and everyone was shouting that they wanted to kill Song's relatives and friends with a thousand knives.

When Guo Yi and others came to suppress the people of Heshensi, there were countless curses, which scared these once majestic bullies to death.

Thousands of people's accusations ended without a cure. This kind of pressure is not something that ruffians like them can bear.

When Xu Tong led the group to the yamen gate, before he could speak, he heard a shout in the distance.

"The Governor is here!!"

A large number of officers and soldiers came out neatly from one side. When everyone took a look, they saw the governor Jiang Zhen walking quickly under the protection of the officers and soldiers.

Xu Tong looked sideways, looking at his immediate boss, and couldn't help curling his lips: "It's just the right time!"

To be honest, although the He Shen Si Zhong insisted that the governor Song's relatives and friends asked them to do this, it would be crazy to say that he didn't know anything about such a big thing as the governor of a state.

However, investigating the case is not under my control, nor is it my main task.

Since the clues have landed on Song Qinpeng, Song Qinpeng deserves to be unlucky.

As for whether Song's relatives and friends will bite this adult out, that is another matter.

No matter what, for now, I still need to greet my immediate boss obediently.

After all, my identity mission is to build rivers. Strictly speaking, the matter between the River God Division and the river demon has nothing to do with my identity mission.

But if I don't kill this group of players first, I don't know how much trouble I will add if I want to complete my identity mission.

Don't forget how the three river inspectors before you died.

"River Inspector Li Zheng has met the governor!"

Xu Tong's hands were slightly arched, but his body was standing straight.

"There is no need to be polite. Although you and I are different in terms of superiority and inferiority, there is no difference in terms of authority. Moreover, since Mr. Li is the river inspector appointed by the saint, I will fully cooperate with you on river affairs in the future!"

Jiang Zhen spoke very sincerely.

But this sentence, when translated, means, don’t forget that I am still your immediate boss, but you were appointed by a saint, and my relationship with the Wu family is extraordinary, so we are grasshoppers on a rope.

From now on, you will be in charge of what happens on your river, but it is not your business, so you can stay out of it.

Of course Xu Tong could understand the underlying meaning, but he pretended not to understand. When he heard the words, he had a serious expression on his face: "I'll thank you for that, Sir."

Jiang Zhen was startled, his face remained calm, but he couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "Did you understand it?"

However, it was not easy for Jiang Zhen to be serious with Xu Tong at this time. The public resentment was boiling now, and he had to step forward to quell the public resentment as soon as possible. Otherwise, if things went wrong, he would also be implicated.

Immediately Jiang Zhen came out, took out the documents he had prepared earlier, and read out to everyone: "Yuyang Magistrate Song's relatives and friends, corrupt and perverting the law, let monsters harm the people, gathered idle people to spread rumors and rumors, ordered them to be cut in half, and the river gods helped everyone

Behead!"

I don’t know whether Jiang deliberately pronounced Heshensi as Heshen Gang or not.

Although there is only one word difference, the meanings are thousands of miles apart. The former is an official and the latter is a thief.

This makes it clear that we must try our best to clear up the relationship and leave no consequences.

"Behead him, behead him!!"

The crowd was excited, and they all jumped for joy when they saw the officers and soldiers smashing open the gate of the Yamen.

However, when people broke down the door of the Yamen and rushed into the Yamen to arrest Song's relatives and friends, they were stunned as soon as they entered the archway of the back house.

I saw seven corpses lying neatly on the ground.

Inside were the old mothers, wives, children, and concubines of Song's relatives and friends. Everyone was lying neatly. They held up a lantern to shine. Under the light, everyone's face was covered with black and blue bloodshot eyes.

Apparently he was poisoned.

When people rushed into the inner hall and took a look, Song's relatives and friends had already committed suicide by hanging from the beam. There was also a freshly written confession on the table.

It clearly states the crimes he has committed over the years and the bribes he has collected.

When the officials carried the body out, everyone saw that Song's relatives and friends had actually committed suicide. They were so angry that they wanted to cut his body into eight pieces and throw it into the river to feed the fish.

"The culprit, Song's relatives and friends, committed suicide out of fear of the crime. Someone came and escorted everyone from the River God Gang to the execution ground and executed them!"

At that moment, everyone in Heshensi was as limp as mud, and they were escorted to the execution ground amidst everyone's yelling and scolding.

Many ordinary people went along with them, and they had to see the heads of these bastards fall to the ground with their own eyes to satisfy their hatred.

Old Huang was also among the crowd, but when he reached the intersection, he suddenly heard a familiar shout.

"father!"

The familiar voice made Lao Huang stop and turn his head slowly. In a trance, he saw his son standing at the street corner waving to him.

"Wang'er!"

Lao Huang's eyes widened, fearing that he had seen wrongly. He walked forward step by step, and gently stroked his son's cold cheek with his trembling palms.

"Wang'er, you're back!"

Lao Huang's eyes were moist, he couldn't believe that he could see his son standing in front of him again.

"Dad! I'm hungry, let's go home."

"Hey, go home, son, we are going home!"

Someone turned around and saw Lao Huang walking back alone, and couldn't help shouting: "Old Huang, where are you going? Aren't you going to the execution ground?"

"No, let's go home and cook."

On the path under the night sky, Lao Huang staggered forward. In a trance, there seemed to be a shadow holding Lao Huang's arm, walking home step by step...


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