Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Recently, Han Wuchou spent a lot of money to buy a house. After some repairs, it was decorated with lights and the whole yard was filled with red.

The next morning, gongs and drums were playing, and the procession to receive the bride was very long, and people from all over the city came out to watch.

In the evening, Liu Haisheng raised a toast to celebrate with all his relatives and friends: "Thank you all for coming to my sister-in-law's wedding banquet. You are welcome. Eat and drink well."

The groom, Guan Han Wuchou, smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth and drank glass after glass of wine.

Upon seeing this, Han Ziyu immediately cast a spell and smashed the wine flask in Han Wuchou's hand: "Don't drink so much on a wedding night."

When Bei Yi heard this, the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

Liu Wenzheng was sitting at another table with a sad face. He gritted his teeth and drank a glass of wine, and his eyes instantly filled with hatred.

"Sir, everything is done, can I leave?"

Liu Wenzheng stared at the wine bottle on the groom's table. The hatred in his eyes deepened when he heard the boy's voice. After seeing Han Ziyu pour a glass of wine and drink it, he smiled with satisfaction: "It was done well."

The boy looked at the people at that table with fear, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Liu Wenzheng looked at him and said, "Take the contract and get out of here."

The boy took the bond and disappeared into the crowd, never to be seen again.

After three rounds of drinking, Liu Haisheng approached drunkenly. He patted Bei Yi on the shoulder: "Brother Bei, you and your brother are really carved from the same mold. It's hard to tell them apart."

Bei Yi didn't like others getting close to him, so he pushed Liu Haisheng's arm away: "Twins are not just carved from the same mold."

Liu Haisheng laughed loudly: "Look at my memory, haha."

Late at night, the crowd dispersed, and the master and apprentice were just about to go to bed when they heard a burst of noise from outside.

Bei Yi put on his shirt and pushed out the door, following the flow of people as thick smoke billowed in his face.

The whole street was in chaos and the fire was fierce. The mansion of the Liu magistrate's family had already been burned down. The fire was soaring into the sky. Several nearby households were also affected. On the contrary, the Li family adjacent to Liu's mansion only burned the backyard.

After putting out the fire all night, the fire gradually weakened. The entire Liu Mansion was burned to the point of non-existence, and not a single living person climbed out.

The officials found only a few corpses that had been burnt to charcoal. Their appearance was beyond recognition, and just looking at them made people feel frightened.

The leading county official, dressed in official uniform, stood in front of Liu's mansion. He looked at the burned-to-ash mansion and sighed: "You will not survive if you do something wrong."

The people around him were lamenting, some said it was sad, and some said he deserved to die.

"God opened his eyes and took away all the people in this government. There is not a single good person in this family. Damn it, Magistrate Liu. What a corrupt magistrate. He forced good girls into prostitution and imposed heavy taxes. His son of a bitch even raped women in the street. Even the butler of the bitch It's not a good thing, it deserves to die, you should really thank the person who set the fire." A man shouted.

"That's right, you all deserve to die. God's eyes are open. You die well. This fire burns so well."

The county official turned around and smiled kindly: "Don't stay here any longer. The government still has to handle the case. When the truth is found out, we will give you an explanation."

Someone's daughter was sold to the Liu Mansion as a maid, and now she died tragically. The family cried out of breath at the gate of the Liu Mansion: "My daughter, you died so miserably, you died so miserably, my Daughter."

It wasn't just one family that was making trouble, the dead daughter and son came to the door of Liu's house to make trouble, and some even lay down and rolled around at the door.

The county officials first tried to calm these people's emotions, but the situation became increasingly uncontrollable.

"Most of the slaves in the Liu Mansion have signed death contracts. Those who can sell their children to the Liu Mansion are definitely not good people. The whole city knows that the Liu Mansion is a place of dire straits, but they still sell their flesh and blood regardless of life or death. , now something is happening again, it doesn’t look like normal behavior." Bei Yi said.

Han Ziyu: "The lives of those servants should not be cut off. What the Liu family did has nothing to do with them. It does not harm others. The fire took away the lives of nearly a hundred people. Even revenge should not be like this."

"Maybe it's a natural disaster. This is the magistrate's house. Who has the guts to set fire to it?" said a villager behind him.

"Yes, I think it's a natural disaster. God can't stand it anymore. This family who killed a thousand people died so well."

After a while, it started to rain, and the remaining fire was completely extinguished.

The entire Liu Mansion was flooded by black water, and the wooden piles collapsed under the heavy rain.

The police officer behind the official searched Liu Mansion and pulled out a horse with a burned tail: "Sir, there is another horse in the backyard."

"Is there anyone alive?"

"No."

"Look for the firewood shed and the ancestral hall to see if there are any clues."

"Yes."

Except for a horse, there was no living thing left in Liu's house. This incident alarmed the higher-ups, and the Imperial City sent people to investigate the matter thoroughly.

"Master, there is a letter from senior brother." Bei Yi handed the letter to Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu glanced at it, frowned, and cast a spell to burn the letter: "Pack your luggage and look back at the top of the cliff."

"So anxious?"

"Ah."

"You two young masters are leaving in such a hurry. Do you have something important to do?"

As soon as Bei Yi opened the door, he saw a man in official uniform in the courtyard followed by some police officers. He saw this man yesterday as a subordinate of the county official.

"Search for me."

Bei Yi stood in front of Han Ziyu: "What are you doing?"

"I heard that you two had an enmity with Liu Wenzheng, and that someone had witnessed your fight. You two are inescapably involved in this case. Please follow me to the court."

Bei Yi was indignant: "If you ask us to go to court without any evidence, are we going to go?"

The man waved his hand: "Search for me."

Several policemen immediately surrounded the master and apprentice. Just as Han Ziyu was about to use his spiritual power, Bei Yi held him down: "Master, don't use spiritual power on mortals. It will backfire. Just let them search. I It has nothing to do with you or me.”

But when the flint was found from Bei Yi's body, he himself was stunned for a long time. Where did this thing come from?

The man took the flint from the policeman's hand and said slowly: "I heard that you two know some sorcery, which is suspicious. Now that there is flint as evidence, you two can only go to the court with me."

Han Ziyu pushed Bei Yi's arm away, with an impatient look on his face: "Is this the so-called evidence? There are so many people with flint. How do you know that the fire was ignited by flint? Maybe it was just water."

"Oh? That's really a coincidence. The fire started in the firewood shed at the magistrate's house. The fire was not caused by flint, but by Huozhezi. We found the sweet potato canes in the Huozhezi and the bamboo tube cover of the Huozhezi in the woodshed. It’s rare to make fire dumplings out of sweet potato vines, wouldn’t you say?”

Catching the fire dumplings found on Bei Yi's body on the courier: "Sir, this fire dumplings are made from sweet potato vines, and the price is high."

The fire folds are contained in bamboo tubes, with intricate patterns carved on the outside and are well made.

Han Ziyu looked at Bei Yi, who shook his head. Lighting a fire only requires a few spells for those cultivating immortals, so there is no need for a fire excerpt: Master, I don't know about this.

Bei Yi thought about it for a moment, but he didn't remember where the small flint and fire breakers came from. Could it be that the girl next to him had stuffed it into him when he was teaching Liu Wenzheng a lesson?