Everything happened so suddenly.

We were clearly talking nicely, well, not really talking nicely.

But to be fair, Fang Chengyu's method of coercion and inducement was not excessive in terms of torture.

They would do the same.

The only excessive thing is Fang Chengyu's identity, he is a victim, a commoner.

But this was tolerated, and the prefect acquiesced.

I didn't expect that they would not only torture and extract a confession, but also kill the person.

The blood was still flowing, and the person who was speaking just now was already dead.

Right under the noses of these officials, he was killed by a teenager with a knife.

Song Yunping on the side screamed.

All the officials who were sitting stood up, each with a look of shock.

Fang Yuxiu covered her mouth with her hand to stop the scream that was about to come out, her eyes wide open and she was covered in cold sweat.

Old Mrs. Fang was also shocked.

No one expected Fang Chengyu to kill someone, including herself who shouted for him to be killed.

She shouted that out in a hurry. Of course, she wanted Li Xianling to die, because if he died, he would never be able to speak again.

If she had been standing there herself, she would have certainly done the same.

But, Seung Woo...

Her son Chengyu, who was just fourteen years old, had been ill for nearly ten years and had been trapped in his home like he was in prison for ten years.

She hadn't expected him to do it so neatly, just like her hand.

No, more dexterous than her hands.

As soon as she had the idea, he had already done it.

With a grandson like this, she has nothing to worry about.

She had always thought that this grandson given to her by God was a suffering, but it turned out to be a gift and a treasure.

Mrs. Fang's tears suddenly welled up.

"Chengyu." She shouted and staggered over.

Fang Chengyu took a few steps to support her, still holding the knife in his hand. His body and face were splattered with blood.

Old Mrs. Fang hugged Fang Chengyu and cried.

Soldiers holding swords stood in front of the officers to protect them.

"How dare you to commit murder." The officials shouted, "Catch him."

The soldiers did not move, which made the officials who shouted this a little embarrassed, and they looked at Magistrate Ma.

Of course, Magistrate Ma was no longer sitting.

"How can you just kill someone?" he asked.

This was the first sentence he said after entering. Although it sounded like a question, his tone was calm and there was not even a trace of anger.

Not to mention the aggressive rebuke to the soldiers to arrest the person.

Fang Chengyu held the knife in one hand and patted Old Lady Fang with the other.

"Grandma, don't be sad. He admitted it, and I killed the enemy for my grandfather and father." He said in a sad voice.

After hearing Magistrate Ma's question, he helped Old Lady Fang away and knelt down, looking up with tears streaming down his face and a look of great grief.

"Sir," he cried.

The officials were taken aback by this sudden change.

Clearly, he had just been tortured and even killed someone with a knife. There was still hot blood on his face and body, which was scary, but suddenly he turned into a pitiful child.

There is no excessive reminder of the change.

"Sir, I really hate my Fang family for three generations. He killed so many people in my family. Oh my God, I finally have to open my eyes today." Fang Chengyu cried hoarsely. He knelt and walked forward a few steps.

Because he was still holding a knife in his hand, which was covered in blood, the officials could not help but take a few steps back nervously.

This seems like an insanity of excessive grief.

He has already killed one person. It would be bad if he killed another person.

"Take away his knife."

"Take away his knife."

The officials shouted one after another, and some of them stopped Magistrate Ma.

The scene was in chaos again. This time, without waiting for Magistrate Ma to speak, the soldiers took Fang Chengyu's knife, but did not embarrass him.

Magistrate Ma did not panic. He pushed the crowd aside and took a few steps forward.

"You have grievances, speak them out. The person has been arrested, and no one has stopped you from speaking out." He said in a calm voice, "You have also said that you know the laws of the country and the rules of the country, and you know what the laws of the country are. Why do you still disregard the laws of the country and commit the crime of murder yourself?"

Fang Chengyu kowtowed while crying.

"I know the laws of my country." He raised his head, "but the hatred accumulated over more than ten years, the tragic death of my grandfather and father, and my ten years of illness, I really can't tolerate such evil people. I just want to kill my enemies with my own hands, just want to eat their flesh and drink their blood, but this can't eliminate the hatred in my heart."

As he spoke, he turned around abruptly, knelt down and rushed towards Li County Magistrate, who was still tied to the execution pillar and was already dead.

His expression was twisted and crazy, with tears and blood all over his face. He stretched out his hands and opened his mouth, looking like he really wanted to eat someone.

Song Yunping, who was next to County Magistrate Li, screamed again.

"Stop him, stop him." The officials also shouted.

Old Mrs. Fang had already rushed over and hugged Fang Chengyu.

"Chengyu, we have avenged you. We have avenged your grandpa and father." She cried.

Fang Yuxiu also came over at this time.

The crying of the woman in the cell suddenly became a mess.

Seeing this, the soldiers did not try to pull Fang Chengyu away, and the officials also frowned and looked very annoyed.

"I told you that the victim cannot be allowed to participate in the trial. How can there be any rationality in this deep hatred?" someone said, shaking his head.

"Now that someone has been killed, how are we going to explain it?" someone else asked.

"Yes, this is such a big case, it has alarmed two armies, and it was treated like a major treason. Now the criminal is dead without being interrogated. How can we explain it?"

Such discussions became more common.

Magistrate Ma turned his head and looked at them, and the discussion stopped.

"How do you explain it?" he said. "Two armies were mobilized, a blood feud lasted for more than ten years, nearly three lives were lost, there is evidence, can't the criminal commit suicide out of fear of the crime?"

The officials present were stunned.

Is this ok?

Magistrate Ma pointed at the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren who were huddled together and crying.

"Look at it, three generations of father, son and grandson, it's so tragic." He said, "Who could have thought that someone would plot against me like this behind my back for more than ten years? It's chilling just thinking about it."

After saying this, he glanced at the dead County Magistrate Li.

"Such a wicked man." He snorted coldly, "He deserves to die. Even if it wasn't this kid who did it, I can still kill him with my Imperial Sword."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeves.

"Imprison Song Yunping and wait for execution."

Having said that, he strode out.

The officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

That's fine too.

"That's enough. It doesn't matter what." Someone whispered.

That naturally meant agreeing to the Fang family's request and mobilizing troops to come.

Since I had agreed to it at that time, I naturally had to see the Fang family off to the end and let them vent their anger.

The officials understood and followed suit, but some still frowned.

Something doesn't seem right.

Was it really because of blood feud that he could not suppress his anger and committed murder?

Thinking back to the conversation just now, it seemed like County Magistrate Li was about to say something, and then...

"Kill him."

The old lady screamed.

Then, the young man raised his knife and swung it down.

He turned around to look at his three grandparents and grandchildren who were still crying.

The most horrible sight is the one with white hair and wrinkled face, or the one with black hair and tender face and crying together.

But at the same time, they were also the owners of Deshengchang, a wealthy bank in Shanxi that was well-known all over the world.

There is no rich and powerful person in the world who doesn't suffer from the consequences of murder and arson.

It is obvious that County Magistrate Li did plot against the Fang family because he had overheard the Fang family's secret. This secret must be the reason for the Fang family's wealth, and this reason cannot be revealed to anyone.

Blood feud is one thing, killing to silence someone is another.

Didn't everyone notice?

The official looked around again, then looked at Magistrate Ma who was striding forward.

Come on, look at each of these people, who is dumber than who? It would be strange if you don’t see it.

No one said anything, so why should he step out? The dead person was not his father.

He coughed lightly, smoothed his brows and quickly followed.

The officials left, and the soldiers collected Li Xianling's body and carried Song Yunping.

"It's none of my business. I was ordered by Li Changhong."

Now that County Magistrate Li is dead, all the blame can be put on him, Song Yunping shouted hysterically.

Soon the soldiers left, Song Yunping's voice gradually faded away, and the prison returned to its gloomy state.

Fang Chengyu raised his head, his crying stopped, only tears remained on his face, and his expression was calm.

"Grandmother, don't cry," he said, "it's time for us to laugh."