Is that thing real or fake?
Jiang Yuanxi walked down the stairs and came in front of an officer.
"Little brother, do you have a pen?"
The officer took out a pen and ink from his pocket, poured some tea, and ground ink for Jiang Yuanxi.
Everything is ready.
Jiang Yuanxi conjured up a small stool out of thin air and sat on it.
"Come, let me see, who of you has lost a child? Tell me your name!"
For a long while, no one moved.
Jiang Yuanxi looked up: "Come here quickly, I will take you to a family reunion."
The people retreated one after another.
"You, you may be a princess, but you can't take our lives lightly!"
Jiang Yuanxi's eyes were dark: "But, among these corpses, there are no relatives or friends of yours. Why are you here?"
The man looked panicked.
"You're talking nonsense!" With so many people here, what can she do to herself?
Jiang Yuanxi dipped his brush in ink and said, "Wang Erma, bullies men and women. A few days ago, he robbed someone else's wife and took her for himself. But the woman refused and hanged herself."
"This time, damn it."
Jiang Yuanxi spoke calmly, but the listeners did not feel at ease at all.
For a moment, he felt like he was under a death warrant.
Jiang Yuanxi flipped through the pages one by one and finally found the page about Wang Erma.
She dipped the ink and crossed out the name.
The next moment, Wang Erma convulsed all over and fell to the ground.
One of them bravely stepped forward to investigate.
"No, no air!"
The person who was full of life just now is gone just like that.
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