There was also smoke coming from the magistrate's house. Yun Zheng watched it for a while before opening the door and walking in. Magistrate Lin's body was hanging on the door. It looked like he had hanged himself. His tongue was hanging out, and his face was hideous.
To the extreme, there was no sign of regret, only anger and grievance that could not be vented.
I wonder what he was aggrieved about? Those who should be aggrieved were the naked women in front of the city gate and the people who died inexplicably. Yunzheng didn't feel there was anything to aggrieve about his death.
Forget it, there is no need for revenge after a person dies. For the sake of giving him a box of notes, Yun Zheng plans to be a good person for once and let Xanthium and the others hang the body of the county magistrate in the Yamen without dying.
If you die, you are really useless. If you die at home, when the officers and soldiers arrive, they can only say that you are dead. You were forced to death because you failed to protect your own family. It is very different if you die in the Yamen. When the officers and soldiers arrive, at least you can
Given his reputation as a staunch and brave man, at least Lan Lan could gain some favor from the court.
The clothes of the women in his family were still intact, and there was black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths. It looked like they had taken poison, and the house was not disturbed too much. Perhaps these rioters still had a deep sense of awe for the officials.
Yun Zheng walked in the jungle of dead bodies, feeling no fear at all. He carefully observed the faces of these dead people, some were desperate, some were determined, some were in pain, and of course, half of them were alive.
For example, Lanlan was alive, but there was no life in her big, clear, watery eyes. Yun Zheng walked around her several times and found that although her outer clothes were torn to pieces, her underwear seemed to be intact.
Not raped!
Her hands were full of blood, and there was a sharp knife on the ground. The edge of the knife was also stained with blood. There was also a large pool of blood on the ground that extended to the back of the rockery. Yun Zheng walked carefully to the back of the rockery and almost laughed. Xiao Wu
Gen was lying on the ground on his back, with blood dripping from his crotch. Yun Zheng took a bamboo stick and gently opened his damaged trousers, and saw that more than half of this guy's lower body had been cut off, and blood was pouring out.
This won't work. If it continues to flow like this, people will die. That thing is useless and will hinder the treatment. Yun Zheng used a knife to cut off the remaining half. This way it becomes flat and easy to bandage.
Stopping bleeding is a very troublesome thing. Fortunately, there was a basket of lime nearby. Yun Zheng grabbed a large handful and threw it under Xiao Wugen's crotch. The quicklime bubbled and quickly sucked up the blood, leaving him unconscious.
Xiao Wugen screamed, his body stretched straight up, and then he passed out again.
Yun Zheng was afraid that the bit of lime was not enough to stop the bleeding, so he quickly sprinkled more lime there. He breathed a sigh of relief after it was completely covered. This time, Xiao Wugen's name was finally confirmed.
The door of the Xiao family was closed. It was obvious that his family had not been attacked in any way. However, seeing his family burning their own house, Yun Zheng knew that Old Man Xiao was ready to start fighting for credit.
He did good deeds without leaving his name. When Yun Zheng was about to go out with Xanthium and the others, a gust of wind passed by him. It was that smelly Taoist priest Xiao Lin again. He didn't say a word when he saw the Taoist priest. He didn't even say hello when he met an old acquaintance of his.
He picked up Lanlan from the crook of his leg and rushed out of the door.
Yun Zheng did not let Xiangu and the others touch anything in the magistrate's house, and quietly exited the magistrate's house through the back door. Several people dressed as servants were chasing Taoist Lin, and his group was ignored.
The one with the most people alive was Xinghua Tower. The prostitutes stood by the well platform and washed their bodies with water. They didn't dodge when they saw a group of people approaching and continued to bathe as if no one was watching.
There was a sound of breathing coming from the bamboo building next to it. Xanthium and the others were very happy. They rushed in and grabbed a dozen naked men from inside. Just look at their swarthy bodies and calloused soles.
Just know that if you get rich, these people are all Bo people, which means they are all rioters.
Xanthium was not polite at all. He took out a knife and cut off the hand tendons of these people. He didn't care about their wails and strung them into a long string with ropes to be taken to Naitou Mountain. Yunda said that all the people should be sent there.
It's only appropriate.
When Yun Zheng left, he looked at the prostitutes taking a bath in the street and found that they were not interested in what was happening in front of them. A dozen more bruised women walked out of the bamboo building and joined the large queue for bathing.
Went there, whether it was riots or peace, none of this had anything to do with them.
Isn't it said that the brothels of the Song Dynasty were all benefactors of literati? Aren't all those prostitutes beautiful as flowers, or considerate and gentle? Logically speaking, they should sing poems to make peace, but why have they turned into a bunch of walking corpses, so despicable?
Even the mob is unwilling to kill them?
There is no time to catch Feng Beiyue, Yun Zheng still has very important things to do. He must find buyers for these corpses and the living mob. Once the Yongxing Army arrives here, these corpses will be worthless.
Many of the police officers who died were probably those who came from the government office, but more people were hacked to death with steel knives. The mob should not have had many steel knives, let alone arrows on their bodies.
Traces of arrows being inserted into the bows and arrows. I could not find twenty bows and arrows in Dousha Pass several times, and I could not pick out just a few archers who could concentrate on shooting. However, there must be many like this in Master Xiao’s book of the Wu Xun family.
The death of these detectives must be the handiwork of Master Xiao.
The refugees captured Dousha Pass, but they failed to breach the high-walled compound. Not only was Master Xiao's house not captured, but the prosperous wealthy area was also not captured. In the final analysis, only the county magistrate's family and the homes of ordinary people were unlucky.
The mansion of Liu Dutou's family was tall and majestic, almost like a deformed fortress. When Yun Zheng came to the fortress, Liu Dutou recognized Yun Zheng at a glance and stood on the wall and loudly asked Yun Zheng about the situation of the refugees.
"Come down, the refugees are gone. I have a big business to discuss with you." He originally planned to sell all the corpses to Master Xiao, but after seeing the corpses of the police officers, Yun Zheng changed his mind.
Absolute power will create absolute corruption, so Yun Zheng plans to create a new opponent for Master Xiao, and this opponent is Liu Dutou.
Regardless of whether Liu Dutou has the intention to create Master Xiao, as long as he makes greater contributions than Master Xiao, he can only naturally embark on the path of opposing Master Xiao and will not follow Liu Dutou.
My heart has changed.
"The refugees are gone? Is it harmful to do business at this time?"
"I can't help it. Things like military merit are often fleeting. If you don't hold on tightly, it will slip away from your palm. How about five hundred strings, and I will give you a hero who can kill countless enemies.