Yan Wushuang looked at him, and for some reason, felt that he could do what he said, so he let him walk into the cell.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi coming, Lin A-Dai was a little happy: "Master, Master!"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. This fool really didn't want to think about anything.
"Fellow villagers! You've been framed!" Fang Zhiyi raised his hands and gave a speech. "The thief, Thousand-Handed Guanyin, stole something and gave it to you. She actually wanted you to go to jail for her and distract the police."
As soon as these words were spoken, the overcrowded cell became noisy.
The more I think about Master Fang’s words, the more they make sense!
"But isn't it said that Thousand-Armed Guanyin is a chivalrous thief? She doesn't steal from the poor, only from the rich." Someone questioned.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and said, "Nonsense! How could she steal money from the poor? She stole ten thousand dollars from the rich and gave you ten cents. When you got caught, she pretended to be very cool and acted like a thief. A thief is a thief!"
Soon, everyone present became indignant: "He is indeed a thief!"
"To clear yourselves of suspicion, you only need to do two things. Once you get out, keep an eye out for any unsavory faces that have recently entered the town. These unsavory faces will inexplicably give you money, food, and other things... Another thing, once you get out, scold her harshly. Anyone who contradicts you will definitely be the thief."
Yan Wushuang, who was standing behind, nodded in sudden realization. So that's it!
Is this a wushi? He still needs to learn military tactics?
Faced with Fang Zhiyi's request to release these villagers, Yan Wushuang did not refuse. He was not a fool. Of course he knew that these people could not be thieves. They were just going through the motions under pressure from the victims.
The bustling cell became empty again, leaving only the dazed Lin A-Dai.
Nightingale wandered around the town, feeling proud of herself for having done such a good thing right after arriving. She was already imagining the name she would be called.
"Great good man!"
"His righteousness is as great as the sky! He acts on behalf of the heavens! Even thieves have their own righteousness! He is a chivalrous and courageous man!"
She beautified herself to the extreme in her heart.
"That damn Thousand-Armed Guanyin! She's not even worthy of naming herself a Bodhisattva!"
"That's right! If I find her, I'll smash her mouth!"
"It's a sin! But she's a bastard!"
Several people who passed by openly insulted the thief.
Nightingale felt like someone was stabbing her heart.
"This thief actually came to our town and framed us!"
"What a damn chivalrous thief! He's just a petty thief who drags people into trouble!"
Nightingale clutched her heart. The image she had built for herself began to crumble. These people were truly clueless! For whom did such a beautiful woman like me become a thief? For you!
"Did you hear that two large boxes of gold, silver, and jewelry were stolen from Mr. Huang's house this time? This thief took out a little to frame others and pocketed the majority for himself!"
Two big boxes? Nightingale's eyes widened. She couldn't hold it in any longer. "What two big boxes of jewelry?"
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