The rules of survival of the magic stick

Just when Tang Su was about to leave, a faint light appeared not far away. As the light gradually became stronger, Tang Su realized that at some point, a large group of people came out, and even shouted in their mouths: "Catch the murderer, this person must be the murderer, catch the murderer!"

murderer?Where is the murderer?Why didn't I see it?

Tang Su stared at the people surrounding him in bewilderment, and before he could react, he saw an official dressed in black with an official knife holding a torch and saying to the subordinates behind him: "Send him Surround me!"

After the officer had finished speaking, the people behind him aimed at him one by one with their knives on, and immediately surrounded him. The leader said: "Be obedient and get caught! Confessions are lenient and resistance is strict!"

"Fuck, what do you want to do? Bullying a good citizen is not enough?" Tang Su glanced at these people, his sword was shining brightly, and suddenly felt that he was a bit unlucky: "I am just passing by here, the brothers on the ground can help me As a witness, look at my powerless appearance, how could I kill these reckless men?"

Facing Tang Su's toughness, the officers and soldiers didn't care at all. They didn't want to catch the real murderer, as long as they found a scapegoat, they could do anything!

"Stop talking nonsense!" A short and fat man with many acnes on his face squeezed in from the crowd. He adjusted the black gauze hat on his head and said impatiently, "What are you idiots still doing? This official won! This time, I will make a great contribution, hehe, it can be said that I have made another step forward when I am waiting for the sky!"

This official is Song Ziqing, the local official. Song Ziqing smiled triumphantly. After seeing Tang Su, his face became even more rosy: "I knew that you, a Taoist priest, are not a good person. Since you have acted like this today If you do something that hurts nature and reason, then this official will never let you go!"

Tang Su is considered a celebrity in the city. Every outstanding person will be targeted by ordinary people who look down on others. He has made a lot of enemies, and this fat official is one of them, because before, this Song Ziqing was in The old friend of Yihongyuan wrote a love letter to Tang Su, which caused Song Ziqing to be jealous and hate. Gu Rong also knew about this, so who is to blame?Don't you blame yourself for having a handsome face?Even after being disguised, it can still make people fascinated!

"Where did you see that I killed someone? Hehe, don't even mention it. As soon as I arrived here, you rushed out. Don't you have other plans?" Tang Su's voice was very indifferent. He was very indifferent to people like Song Ziqing. It's disdain, in order to be able to make a fortune, it can be said that he has exhausted all means!

He didn't kill anyone, so naturally he doesn't need to be labeled as a murderer, so what if the other party is an official?He still won't obediently let others manipulate him!

"Don't you want to arrest me? Then you have to come up with a reasonable reason and decent evidence!"

"Evidence? You, a broken Taoist, still want to ask me for evidence? I can tell you, your little tricks are nothing in my eyes!" Song Ziqing grinned, and then he touched the two curls around his mouth Huzi continued: "Aren't you the only living person here just now? What? Could it be that besides you, your accomplices killed people with you? Tsk tsk tsk, Tang Su, Tang Su, you are jumping into the The Yellow River can't be washed clean either!"

Song Ziqing looked at Tang Su with a smile, as if Tang Su had already become a prisoner in his eyes, and said happily: "If you plead guilty, I don't have to do anything! If you don't plead guilty, I will beat you until you plead guilty!" "

"Heh, torture into tricks? You are still a magistrate, sitting in this position, you don't know how many people's innocent blood is stained under your feet! You are simply a mediocre official!" Tang Su said coldly!

Song Ziqing never liked what he said, and Song Ziqing said to his subordinates, "What are you looking at? Why don't you take it down with me quickly! No matter how you look at it! It's still like this! Hurry up and leave!"

"Yes!" When the officers under him heard Song Ziqing's words, they quickly put the shackles on Tang Su's neck, and then tied Tang Su's legs with iron chains!

The bloody smell on the shackles was very strong, because of the time, a stench was introduced into Tang Su's nostrils!

Tang Su felt very uncomfortable. In the past few years, he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes, and everything happened to him!

Tang Su was pulled by the official and walked towards the front, while Song Ziqing who was behind said sharply, "Come here, bring the official's sedan chair over here!"

"That... my lord, what should I do with these corpses?" A short and thin official servant said frowning as he looked at these corpses!

"Idiot, do you want me to talk about this? Throw it directly to the mass grave! Putting it in the yamen is bad luck!"

After Song Ziqing finished speaking, the sedan chair also came up, and then he got on the sedan chair and returned to his mansion!

The group of people hiding in the dark came out after these people were completely gone, and one of them said: "That little Taoist priest is dead this time! The magistrate obviously wants to find a substitute for the dead ghost!" , he came out, alas~"

"Who says it's not? This person is fate!"

"That's right, alas, after today, some people are worried!"

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Naturally, Tang Su was not clear about the conversations between the people here. After he arrived in the prison, he fell asleep with peace of mind. Anyway, he was imprisoned, and he couldn't escape, so the best way so far It is to recharge your batteries!

Early the next morning, Tang Su was woken up by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw two officials standing at his door. Seeing that the guy finally woke up, the officials said in a cold voice, "Oh, you're awake!" , I thought you were dead! Since you’re not dead, then it’s all right!”

After one of the officers finished speaking, he followed the other officer and left. Seeing them leave, Tang Su took out a steamed bun from his bag speechlessly. Since no one gave him food, he ate it himself. Own slightly!

Thinking of this, Tang Su slowly ate the steamed bun in his hand, and when the steamed bun was finished, Tang Su fell asleep again!

This sleep lasted until midnight. At midnight, many people in the prison were all asleep. When he saw that there was no food and water delivery person beside him, he knew it was Song Ziqing again!

Tang Su pursed his lips, took out a silver needle from his bosom, then fiddled with the key on his lap, and with a snap, the lock unlocked!