After Luo returned to Qingmang City, the murder case was investigated by the city's defense forces, constables, and the three major families, who launched a large-scale search of Qingmang and many villages.
Among them, many evil villains and thieves were found, and many smugglers and foreign spies who traded with foreign tribes were also captured.
However, among them, only a handful of members of the Blood Lotus organization who truly needed to be captured were caught, and none of them were martial artists.
In this process, there are bound to be all sorts of wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice. People who are jealous of those who are better than themselves will naturally attack them one by one, labeling them as evil spirits and demons.
Surprisingly, this tactic actually worked! Dao Chengyi and several Bloodwing members were reported.
"So it was Shang Shangbolai who reported me this time?"
Inside the Sanweilou restaurant, Daocheng Yizheng and Constable Wang Yangzhi were exchanging toasts, which was also a legitimate way for Daocheng Yizheng to find out who had reported him.
"Yes and no, he reported everyone who bought insects, meat, blood and other special medicinal materials from him."
Wang Yangzhi's face flushed slightly. He was slightly surprised to see Dao Chengyi, who still looked normal and showed no signs of being drunk. This wine was no ordinary wine. Even a first or second-rate martial artist would turn red and feel extremely hot after drinking half an ounce.
But seeing Dao Chengyi's complexion, and noticing that he was drinking like water and in exceptionally good condition, Wang Yangzhi stopped drinking to avoid saying anything inappropriate.
"It seems that Shang Bolai looks down on me."
Aside from internal whistleblowing and personal grudges, the only one in the three major families to be reported for a trivial matter is Dao Chengyi. What does that mean? It means blatant contempt! They still see you as some lowly peasant, a lowly person!
"That's not the main reason, though. Brother Dao, you're from Woniu Village, so you should know about the martial arts master who came to your village before, right?"
“Normally, if someone dies, there would be no need for a martial arts master to lead the charge. But someone specifically went to the yamen to file a case for a woman named Qingya.”
Upon hearing this, Dao Cheng's hand trembled involuntarily, but he quickly recovered and then asked casually.
"Could it be that the young master of a respectable merchant family is still hung up on a country girl?"
"This has to be said that the woman was very capable. When she first arrived in Qingmang City, she entered Chunxiao Tower and became a courtesan."
She created a unique piece called "Qing Ping Yue," which attracted a lot of attention, and later gained even more popularity for her pipa-playing pieces that depicted the chivalrous spirit of heroes.
That's certainly remarkable. With her own fabricated stories and fragmented memories of past classics, Dao Chengyi could create names for Qing Mang using musical instruments and singing—that's truly her skill.
What followed was quite classic. Qingya performed but did not sell her body, and with her face veiled, she never revealed herself. After Hao Tou had his fill of teasing, it naturally excited the group of young masters who had seen plenty of flashy and cheap women.
Among them, Shang Bolai was the most fanatical and the most sycophantic. With the help of Dao Chengyi's friendly tea-drinking words, he was completely turned into a sycophantic lapdog.
No wonder she didn't take Zhao Er's coercion in the village seriously, saying she wanted to go to the city to enjoy a comfortable life. Heh, it's a pity that Xiao Qingya died quickly, without letting Shang Bolai accompany her.
After getting the information and having eaten and drunk enough, Dao Chengyi bid farewell to Wang Yangzhi. He originally thought that no one would investigate the original matter anymore, but unexpectedly, the old grievances were brought up again.
It was thanks to his quick hands and feet that he properly disposed of Zhao Er's body; otherwise, the old grievances would have been brought up much more seriously.
"In the end, it's because the tree is tall that it attracts the wind. The Third Young Master was already quite influential, and now that I've come out, I'm afraid those people will want to deal with me as well."
On the way back, Dao Cheng pondered his next move. Considering that Qing Mang wouldn't last more than two months, and given that he had just finished dealing with Zhang Erhe, it was not advisable to launch another killing spree in Qing Mang now.
The final solution is to spread the virus to the cities, gradually accumulating Gu materials and refining new Gu. This is the way to build high walls and store up grain.
but……
"I just want everyone connected to Little Green Sprout to die."
Holding his head, Dao Cheng felt a sharp pain in his head. Memories that had almost been forgotten resurfaced. Damn it, damn it!
At this time, Qingmang City was already decorated with festive ornaments and celebratory items. The days leading up to winter after the autumn harvest were the time for the simple people to reunite.
For Dao Chengyi, this is equivalent to the Mid-Autumn Festival, except that compared to Earth's months and lunar phases, it should be around mid-October here.
The feeling of homesickness during the holidays was not strong for Dao Chengyi, especially now that he was unhappy because of Xiao Qingya.
For him, the past experiences that matter most are the more than 20 years of education, more than 20 years of life, and more than 20 years of family companionship.
But perhaps he is just someone who can't hold onto his emotions, because after living here for more than half a year, he can't quite recall the urgency he felt to go back.
Because he was doing very well here. He had power, a future, subordinates he could manipulate at will, and a position where he could do whatever he wanted.
What needs to be considered upon returning is that so-called female independence is the oppression of life, a life with a bleak future and no prospect of return.
If this is the case after just one year, what will his longing for his hometown be after ten or a hundred years, when it is rich in Gu materials? After all, his life will be very long.
After all, no one has died from lifespan since the time of Wu Dao Wu Hou. The old antiques who founded the Xin Su dynasty four hundred years ago are still alive. From time to time, we can hear news of the descendants of the former emperor visiting the people to recognize their relatives in the capital.
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