Chapter 6 Name
Xue Feiheng pushed aside the hair covering his forehead and recognized the man. He breathed a visibly relieved sigh, "It's the butler."
He laid the head down and observed the cut on the neck. As expected, "Same knife technique." Xue Feiheng slammed his fist on the coffin lid in frustration. As if thinking of something, he looked at Xie Sui and asked, "Have you seen the magistrate?"
If the magistrate is not dead yet, there is still a chance.
Xie Sui turned his head and glanced around, his eyes fixed on a corner. Behind a white curtain was a trembling thing. He walked over and lifted the curtain. When the thing saw the light, it let out a pig-killing cry:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me... Don't..."
The magistrate looked up and saw who was coming. He rushed over and hugged Xie Sui's thigh tightly, "Sir! Sir, you must save me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"Let go." Xie Sui said coldly, and shook off the piece of flesh stuck to his leg with disgust.
"Don't worry, sir, you are not dead yet." Xue Feiheng comforted the magistrate, but this comfort did not work.
Just because he's not dead now doesn't mean he won't die tomorrow. Everyone knows this.
"Xi" had obviously noticed their presence, so he stopped after killing the butler. Placing the head on the coffin in the mourning hall was a provocation to them, telling them that "Xi" would come back.
…
In the suburbs, Du Huaizhi sat under a huge rock, his back against the closed pancake stall, and carefully wiped the long knife in his hand in the light of the fire.
It was raining heavily outside the stone, accompanied by lightning and thunder, but there was peace under the stone.
Du Huaizhi moved closer, and the mirror-smooth blade reflected a pair of cold and focused phoenix eyes. She looked left and right, and only after making sure it was spotless did she put the knife back into the sheath and put it aside.
Where she put the knife, there was a set of neatly folded black clothes with a hideous face on it.
Du Huaizhi glanced at the mask, then reached out to take out the black iron token hidden in his clothes and play with it.
The token is black in color, with the three words "Heaven and Earth Society" engraved between the patterns on the back, and a "Xi" engraved on the front.
Du Huaizhi rubbed the tip of her thumb on the character "席". She got this token when she was twelve years old. At that time, countless people killed each other for this thing.
Among those people, there were some older than her and some younger than her, but that time, she was the only one who survived.
Well, she was taken away for intensive training, and there were three other people who received the same treatment as her. These people were later called "Tian", "Di", "Tong" and "Xi".
Du Huaizhi looked at the night sky. Her body was already covered in blood as she walked along. The dead souls under her hands could not tell who was innocent, so she just obeyed orders.
A picture emerged in my mind: she knelt on the ground and took the "Xi" token with both hands.
A voice sounded from the front: "From now on, this is your name."
The rain gradually stopped in the second half of the night, and the sky gradually turned pale.
Du Huaizhi was walking on the forest road with his stall on his back when suddenly, two people dressed as bandits jumped out from both sides.
He declared: "I built this road and I planted this tree."
"If you want to pass through here, you have to buy your way through..."
fiscal……
The sound suddenly stopped and the scene changed. The two men had bruised faces and noses, and were huddled together, trembling.
Du Huaizhi weighed the few pieces of silver and copper coins in his hand, raised his eyes, and said with disdain, "Is that all?"
They both shuddered at the same time, "It's really... it's all gone, Auntie, not a penny left. It's all given to you."
The other one sobbed, "Wow, woo, woo, bro, I'm scared."
"Shut up, I'm scared too."
“Wuwuwu…”
Du Huaizhi: “…”
That's fine.
He pocketed all the money and was about to leave when he suddenly turned to look at one of them and said, "Your fur skirt looks good."
The person whose name was called suddenly had a frozen expression on his face.
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At a morning tea stall in the county, a hot topic was brought up.
"Have you heard? Someone died there again last night."
The eyes of the man who was originally sleepy due to working early in the morning immediately brightened up.
"Hey, isn't that someone?"
"No, it was one of the lackeys below who also had his head chopped off."
"Oh my God, who do you think did this?"
"How would I know? But I heard someone paid a killer to buy his head."
"Who is it?"
"No matter who he is, as long as he gets rid of harm to the people, he is a good person."
"People like this deserve to die."
"That's right, people like this should be torn into pieces!"
“…”
Many of the onlookers also began to spit on him. Not to mention the housekeeper, the magistrate's eldest son relied on his wealth to act tyrannically in the county, eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, and even forcibly abducted women.
The most recent incident happened just three days ago. A girl who was about to be married went out shopping with her mother. Just because she was pretty, someone took her away in broad daylight.
The mother came to stop them and begged for mercy, but was beaten half to death.
When her family came to look for her, they learned that the woman had been taken to a house. When they arrived, they saw her naked body with scars all over her body. It was hard to imagine what kind of pain she had suffered in her life.
The woman's fiancé was a farmer in the village. He was so angry that he went forward with an axe to argue with her. He was beaten to death by the housekeeper of the county magistrate's office.
The two families lost two children at once, so they asked a scholar to write a petition and carried the bodies to the government office to file a complaint. However, they were driven away before they even entered the door. The two families secretly sent someone to give each of them two taels of silver.
They were all farmers and could not read a single word. The words on the petition were written by a teacher from the neighboring village who they paid money to write. The teacher was very arrogant and under coercion and inducement, they had no choice but to accept the money and let the matter go.
I heard that the woman's mother was recuperating at home, but when she heard the bad news, she couldn't catch her breath and passed away.
Such things are everywhere. The county magistrate is not a good person either. He likes girls. Many children of farmers have been killed by him before. The emperor is far away and the county magistrate has the final say in this area.
The common people had no way to file a lawsuit, so they could only swallow their anger, treat it as an after-dinner conversation, sigh a little, and then pray that it would not happen to them.
Xue Feiheng and Xie Sui were sitting at a table at the wonton stall next to the morning tea stall, listening to all of these words.
"When I investigated among the people yesterday, the news was similar to this." Xue Feiheng said.
Xie Sui looked at the steaming wontons in front of him, and for a long time he had no intention of picking up his chopsticks. "I will report this matter and handle it myself. We should focus on the present."
They searched all night yesterday, almost sleeplessly, but found no clues. It was as if the "Xi" appeared out of nowhere, killed someone, and then disappeared out of nowhere.
"I have sent a message to Lin County for help." Xie Sui said. What happened last night made him realize that the two of them alone could not protect the local magistrate, let alone bring "Xi" to justice.
Xue Feiheng naturally understood Xie Sui's intention, "Are you sure it will be helpful if you call those rabble over?"
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