Ning'an Prefecture is in chaos. Countless officers and soldiers seem to be chasing a heinous criminal, but no one can tell what the crime is. They only listen to the order from Lord Fu Yin. They must not give up or pursue him. Anyone who violates the rules will be punished as a collaborator.
However, the officers and soldiers chased him all the way, but they chased him in circles outside the government office wall. It must be that the gangsters panicked and took the risk and sneaked into the government office.
Just as he was about to enter the house to search, he suddenly heard an order from Master Fu Yin that no one was allowed to enter the house.
The governor of Ning'an Prefecture has been promoted to a fourth-grade official position. The government office is large in scale. Government affairs are handled in the front and the backyard is where all previous governors live.
Three wives and four concubines are commonplace, so one can imagine how vast the backyard is.
If the bad guy escapes, it's okay not to chase him. But if he knows that the bad guy is in the government office, if he doesn't search him out...
After much thought, the master still felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Sir, it seems that the criminal is very skilled. If he doesn't search thoroughly, he may hurt you and even your family..."
"Stand back! No one is allowed to search!" Fu Yin shouted sharply, fluttered his sleeves and left, leaving the people who had been chasing so enthusiastically outside the Yamen.
The master didn't even say a second sentence. Looking at Fu Yin's back, he suddenly felt that Mr. Fu Yin seemed to be particularly irritable and strong tonight.
On the other side, Qianye quietly climbed over the courtyard wall of the government office, listening to the footsteps outside gradually dissipating, and there was no more commotion in the courtyard. Perhaps the most dangerous place is also the safest place?
The place where she settled was the backyard. Among the low shrubs and flowers and plants on the ground, there was really no place to hide someone.
"Master Tianshi, please make the decision for me~~" Guifu Yin floated out of nowhere and said unjustly.
"Shut up and tell me first, where can you hide people in your house?" Qianye frowned and asked. Seeing the ghost house Yin's confused look, he simply changed his words and said: "It's an idle place that people don't often go to."
Guifu Yin thought hard and whispered: "Master Tianshi is asking about the woodshed? No one usually goes there. A few days ago, I was with my twenty-two aunt..."
"Lead the way. If you say any more nonsense, I will pluck out your tongue and make you reborn mute in your next life."
Ghost Fu Yin shrank his neck and hurriedly followed a dark path to lead Qianye to a small courtyard at the corner of the outer wall. There was only a dilapidated wooden house inside, but Death was not inside.
"Master Tianshi, please make the decision for me~~" Guifu Yin begged again. He understood clearly. No wonder everyone around him turned a blind eye to him. Qianye in front of him was his only hope.
"He didn't allow the government office to be searched. I'm afraid your body is still in this house. However, it doesn't make any difference whether you make the decision or not. You are already dead and there is no way you can return to the world."
Qianye looked around, believing that with Shan's IQ, he would definitely find this place.
As soon as the Ghost Mansion Yin heard this, he burst into tears and hurriedly knelt down in front of her, kowtowing like garlic, "Master Tianshi's power is boundless, even if you can't help me to return to heaven, please bring the evildoer to justice, otherwise...my three
Aren’t the wives and concubines in the eleventh house being taken advantage of by gangsters?”
Qianye's eyebrows twitched, and he felt even more that this governor's death was not unjust, and he even died in a satisfying way.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly flew in from outside the wall. Sui fell to the ground with Wu Zhou Qing Gong in his arms, and fell to his knees with a plop.
The physical form gradually disappeared and appeared, raising a tired face, "Sir..."