Chapter Thirty-Two: Trial for Fleeing to Evade Punishment

is none"—Fu Yue's voice just fell.Abruptly, there was a pain in his abdomen, followed by a pain in his neck. As Shimokoha released his grip, the body went limp and collapsed to the ground.At the end.S...“Today’s harvest is quite a lot!”

Fang Er looked at the prey in his hand, a happy smile on his face.

He was a huntsman in the mountains, making his living by hunting.

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But not every day brings a harvest.

Just like today, three wild chickens and two deer were brought in directly. They can be taken to the nearby town to exchange for some silver coins, enough for the whole family to live for a while.

The road from the mountain to the village is not short.

By the time Deng Fang'er returned, night had fallen. The village was eerily quiet, with not a single sound to be heard.

“It’s strange, Zhang Er’s dog usually barks, but today it’s quiet.”

Passing by a fenced-in courtyard, Fang Er's face showed a hint of confusion.

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He cast his gaze into the courtyard, but because of the darkness, he couldn't make out much.

At first glance, it was pitch black.

I didn't think much about it.

Fang Er walked straight home.

Today's village was unnaturally quiet, making him feel the urge to go back as soon as possible.

In the silent village, there was only one house that still had some light.

Fang Er pushed the door open and walked in, putting the hunted prey aside. Then he sat down by the table, smiling: “My dear child, you wouldn’t believe how lucky I was today.”

Three wild chickens and two deer, that's at least worth three or five coins, right"

Speaking of which.

He picked up a bowl of water from the table and drank it clean, then turned his head towards the kitchen where a farm woman was busy.

“In a few days, we'll send the child to the local private school. It’s not good for him to always play with the village children, right”

The farm woman was still busy, but only made slight noises, as if in agreement.

That is it.

Fang Er didn't care either.

After a busy day in the mountains, he was exhausted, but because his stomach rumbled, he couldn't sleep for a while.

Seeing that his wife was still cooking, Fang Er sat a bit bored. He got up and walked toward a small room to the right.

Pushing aside the tattered cloth curtain, one is greeted by a dim scene.

By the faint light from outside, one could see a slightly raised blanket on the bed, as if something was hidden beneath it.

"You little rascal, you always sleep like that, aren't you afraid of suffocating"

Fang Er smiled and muttered a curse, but he didn't go inside to disturb them. He lowered the curtain and sat back in his original position.

This is the time.

People in the kitchen, bustling about, came out too, each holding a steaming bowl. The rich aroma was already wafting through the air.

Fang Er sniffed, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"What kind of soup did you make today It smells so good!"

After he finished speaking, he was slightly cooler, then took a sip. In an instant, his body, which had been somewhat cold, became warm and cozy.

It is now.

Another large pot of soup was placed on the table.

Quick as a flash.

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Fang Er finished drinking the soup in his bowl, licking his lips. He looked at the pot of soup on the table and then ladled himself another bowl.

"Why aren't you drinking"

While sipping his soup, he also glanced at his wife. Today, she seemed a little off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

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The woman shook her head slightly: "You drink it, I've already had mine."

"What is this, I've never seen it before—"

Fang Er looked at the round thing that was added to his chopsticks with some confusion. Because it had been cooked for so long, he couldn't tell what it was.

Without much thought, he just put it in his mouth and chewed.

"While eating, he looked at the woman and said, "By the way, would you like to call Bao'er over to eat some too I think today's soup tastes really good!"

"No need!"

"Um"

Fang Er looked at his wife and suddenly felt a little strange.

Suddenly.

The woman's face twisted into a strange, eerie expression, her voice dropping to a low, chilling murmur: "Wasn't Bao'er in the soup"

Fang Er's body trembled. He stared at the woman's eerie expression, then lowered his head to look at the soup in his bowl. Suddenly, a wave of nausea surged up his throat.

Ugh——

Because the vomiting motion was quite large, it caused the table to shake, and the pot that was originally placed on it fell to the ground.

With a loud clang! The broth and shards of pottery splattered everywhere.

It has bones, hair, fully uncooked children's fingers, and a round object.

I saw the round thing.

Fang Er instantly made a connection, and his stomach churned.

After returning from Yongfu Pawn Shop, Shen Changqing once again fell into a leisurely life.

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Don't underestimate the trouble of guarding Lin'an City.

But before the demon blood truly emerged, Lin'an City was the most peaceful.

Members of the Five Factions.

Shen Changqing was too lazy to bother with too much.

As for the other wandering martial artists, he didn't even deem them worthy of his attention.

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So these days, he has been keeping a low profile, either going to Yongfu Pawn Shop to inquire about the progress of the news or staying at the inn, or taking in the sights and customs of Lin'an City.

After Zhao Fang's death, the new county magistrate had not yet been appointed, leaving the yamen leaderless. Only the master clerk and the shiye were there, struggling to maintain order and prevent the yamen from falling into complete disarray.

That's it.

Shen Changqing didn't really interfere much. His task was simply to ensure the safety of the people in Lin'an City, and whether the yamen was chaotic or not had little to do with him.

The Zhao family.

The doorstep.

"Sir Shen, these days there have been people from the Zhao family trying to escape, but we've driven them all back. However, the government lacks manpower. If this continues for a long time, it's inevitable that some loopholes will appear."

Hong Cheng, who was temporarily acting as the captain, showed a troubled expression.

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Without an order from above, the Zhao family can neither be killed nor released.

But if someone from the Zhao family escaped, that would also be a big problem in itself.

It's no secret that Zhao Fang colluded with demons, and the Zhao family members are well aware of it.

Such a crime.

Once a verdict is reached, it's very likely to result in the extermination of the entire clan.

Shen Changqing's face was calm as he looked at the Zhao family's courtyard wall: "I have sent the news back to the Demon Suppression Office. It won't be long before the Zhao family's verdict comes down. If anyone escapes during this period, they will be charged with fleeing to avoid punishment."

This is a test.

"What does Mr. Shen mean"

"Kill!"

Shen Changqing coldly uttered a single word.

Hong Cheng's heart pounded. Kill This means they are going to exterminate the Zhao family!

It was at that moment.

The tightly shut courtyard gate suddenly swung open, and a dozen servants rushed out. Instantly, several constables drew their swords to intercept them.

"Without the order from above, no one from Zhao's family is allowed to leave!"

"Go back, all of you, get the hell out of here! Or else don't blame my blade for being merciless—"ext you'd like translated!Just then.Only a golden light shot up into the sky, connecting like stars across the heavens. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to overturn, and Lord Bi Jiang was swallo...