I learned my lesson the hard way last time, and I don't want to repeat the same mistake this time.
Just then, another subordinate came to report: "A fire has broken out in a village on the outskirts of the city."
Sang Hong snorted: "Why tell us such a trivial matter? Do you think we don't have enough trouble already?"
The soldier hurriedly explained, "It's the village where the widow of the sunken ship lived."
Because Zuan had previously investigated that area, the delegation sent people to secretly keep an eye on relevant information, but they never expected to receive such terrible news.
"What!" Zu'an was shocked and hurriedly asked for details.
The soldier replied, "I don't know the specifics, but it seems the fire started in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep, and the fire spread quickly with the help of the wind. All 36 people in the village perished."
Zuan's voice was icy cold: "There was a lot of snow recently, how could it have caught fire so easily? Besides, there's not a single survivor in the whole village!"
"Silence them!" Sang Hong also reached the same conclusion.
Soon, Zu'an and Sang Hong led their men to the crime scene on the outskirts of the city, where constables were already collecting the bodies.
The air was filled with an extremely unpleasant smell, and the view was like a living hell. Many of the yamen runners couldn't stand it and started retching.
Zuan walked straight to Chen Zhou's wife and children without expression. Thinking of that once lively and energetic boy, now turned into a charred corpse, he was filled with rage.
Although I already knew that ordinary people's lives were worthless to the powerful and wealthy, I still didn't expect them to be so shameless as to not even spare such a young child.
At this moment, a minor official from the yamen came to report: "A preliminary autopsy has been conducted. The deceased's lungs contained a large amount of soot and black ash, which is consistent with the characteristics of burning death. Homicide can be temporarily ruled out."
Zuan looked at him coldly: "How did these people die?"
The man replied, "He died peacefully; he must have been burned to death in his sleep."
Zuan snorted: "Even if they were sleeping soundly, would they not react when the fire was burning like this? They were obviously restrained at acupoints before being burned alive!"
"This...this...who is so heartless and insane!" The clerk was clearly also frightened.
Zu An did not answer, but instead picked up the small skeleton and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to bring these two back to the yamen. I'll let them be buried first."
Now that we know who the murderer is, there's no need to leave their bodies exposed in the government office any longer.
With Zu'an's cultivation level, he quickly dug a large pit, then split the trees to make a simple coffin and buried the mother and child.
He remained silent throughout the entire process, and Sang Hong comforted him, "Azu, don't blame yourself too much, this has nothing to do with you."
Zuan did not answer, but silently took out the wooden sword that the child had given him: "I swear with this sword that I will avenge you, or else this sword will be mine!"
After saying that, he unleashed a burst of power, and the wooden sword snapped in two.
He was about to plant the broken sword in the grave when his gaze suddenly sharpened.
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