Chapter 123: Private Punishment

Fu Meng was indeed very busy.

He had to serve as a wife-waiting stone at night and go to the prison during the day.

In the prison of Ze County, tigers and beasts were free to come and go.

The prison was damp, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Those officials who were usually high and mighty and glamorous were now dishevelled and in a mess.

Mr. Dong had no fingers left, and his arms were bloody. He was curled up in a corner, and when he heard the noise, he began to tremble in fear.

The rest of the Dong family members were dizzy or incontinent.

Mr. Dong had been tortured to the point of collapse, and he cursed wildly.

"I'm not wrong! What General Wei? He died because of his premature death! What does it have to do with me? It's not my fault. Why can't I marry a wife?"

"What kind of justice is this!"

"You are privately punishing!"

Fu Meng raised his meat pads and slapped him. He didn't deliberately retract his claws, and easily scratched five bloody marks on Mr. Dong's face.

If it was a little heavier, I'm afraid his head would be broken by him.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream sounded.

Fu Meng was annoyed by the noise.

He covered his ears with his hands.

But he found it was still noisy.

So he pushed forward without saying a word.

Mr. Dong's body pushed out an arc in the air and hit the wall heavily. He twitched in pain, foam came out of the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't say a word. He fainted.

The jailers looked at each other.

"Dead?"

"Although no one in the Dong family is good, I don't know how many lives they have taken. Many people have gone to the post station to complain about them in the past few days. Don't let anyone die. Go and ask the higher-ups."

"Don't you know that the Minister of Justice doesn't know? He had already proposed to let the Wei family army take care of it. The Wei family army said they couldn't do it, and said that if the Minister of Justice didn't mind, he could come to help."

What can the Minister of Justice do?

He can't point at the Wei family army and scold them.

After all, what they said is true.

There is really no one in the world who can control this thing anymore. But he

can't be locked up or beaten.

Fu Meng has been following the border for these years and has made contributions.

"Fortunately, when the Wei family army saw that the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice was in a dilemma, they said that they would take care of him if he died, and it was fine as long as Fu Meng was happy. Even if he just died, as long as the body was not cold, with Ge Lao, he could drag him back from the gates of hell."

"But I'm afraid he would be paralyzed if he was rescued. Mr. Dong has been dying and coming back several times in the past few days, and he is a little stupid."

"It's not important. The important thing is that if he is rescued, the white tiger can continue to toss. The Wei family army said that they had to find something for Fu Meng to do, so that he wouldn't go to the streets to make trouble. If he scares the people, it's no joke."

The officials who stayed behind thought... it makes sense.

Anyway, the people in the cell are not worth much.

After Fu Meng did something bad, he didn't feel guilty at all.

He swaggered and went to the outside of the cell to bask in the sun leisurely.

His tail was wagging.

The passers-by watched from afar.

"Did you hear the shrill cries inside just now?"

"Yes, there is a commotion every day at this time."

"See, the white tiger's claws are stained with blood. I don't know what beast it has done. I'm so envious."

Someone was angry.

"If only it could avenge me! When will those people from Beijing come! I'm afraid that the interests involved are too great. Who knows if they will protect each other. Officials... How many officials are good!"

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd began to riot.

Who said it wasn't.

They will be uneasy if they don't chop off those people's heads.

Staying in Ze County, isn't it to see the heads of enemies fall to the ground with your own eyes?

The man covered his heart and cried bloody words: "But death is too easy for them! I can't wait for a moment. I wish I could rush in now and cut the corrupt official who harmed my daughter into pieces with my own hands! Let him also taste the bloody pain."

At this moment, a beggar stumbled forward.

The man looked young, but his hair was disheveled and he smelled bad. The people who were blocking the way all made way for him.

"It's him."

"Who is it?"

The aunt with the basket: "I know this man. He was originally a scholar. Although his family lives in the countryside, he is a man of great ambition. Although there are no elders in the family, his wife is virtuous, and the couple is very loving, which makes others envious."

"But..."

She sighed: "But his wife was favored by the son of the county master. While he was at school, he broke into his house and killed her..."

"Not only did the five-month-old baby in her belly miscarry, but the woman couldn't bear the humiliation and hanged herself."

"When he returned home, the body was smelly."

"He wanted to report to the police, but reporting to the police was a joke back then. He was beaten to his last breath and thrown directly into a mass grave."

"But he survived."

But sometimes it is better to die than to live in pain.

"He also went crazy."

As he was talking, he saw the scholar running straight to Fu Meng and kneeling down with a plop.

The crowd exclaimed.

"Be careful."

"Come back soon."

The scholar didn't hear any of this and kowtowed to Fu Meng frantically.

Even Fu Meng, who wanted to slap the man away, was dumbfounded.

Its head showed that it didn't understand.

Fu Meng was about to yell at him.

The other party took out the money for steamed buns wrapped in hot paper from his pocket and handed it to him. He

spoke incoherently.

"Here. Take the consultation fee and feel the pulse. You will be paid for helping."

He hurriedly took out a crumpled paper from his pocket, flattened it, and it was a portrait, and put it under Fu Meng's eyes.

"Him."

"Revenge."

Fu Meng glanced at it. It

looked very familiar.

Wasn't this the person he had seen in the prison cell?

Now his brain understood, but he was very disdainful.

It was not the kind of good tiger who was happy to help others.

Not everyone could ask him to do things. He shook his tail, trying to hit the man and scare him away.

"Help me."

"Help me."

The man began to kowtow again, with great force, as if he was not afraid of pain.

Soon, his forehead was bloody.

He was so cruel to himself and would not give up until he achieved his goal. Fu Meng vaguely saw some shadows of Wei Zhao in this man.

Wei Zhao stabbed him without hesitation at that time!

The tiger in his temper stood up fiercely and swallowed the bun in one gulp.

Wait!

It moved swiftly and disappeared at the entrance of the cell.

Everyone was stunned.

Soon, a scream of pain came from the cell. Fu Meng turned back and forth, holding a bloody arm in his mouth and spitting it in front of the scholar.

The scholar touched it with trembling hands.

It was still warm.

Just bit off, the fingers seemed to twitch.

He lowered his head, picked it up, and licked the blood dripping down with the tip of his tongue as if enjoying it.

Crystal tears, as if they could be dyed red by the light, fell down.

The scholar cried and laughed, his anger fluctuated violently, and his expression was almost crazy.

Fu Meng stretched out and prepared to leave leisurely.

But those people seemed to see hope, and they swarmed to stop him, scrambled to grab it, and knelt down, and handed over the objects in their hands. Those who were not afraid of death all presented them to him.

Fu Meng: ! !

Brave!