I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

Unknowingly, spring is getting stronger.

The national mourning is over, the new emperor is enthroned, the world is amnesty, and Enke is recruiting scholars. Facing the spring breeze, the country finally got out of the dull winter and began to glow with different vitality.

As the county magistrate of a remote mountain village, Cheng Jin finally received the first decree from the new emperor.

"Eh? Because of the amnesty of the world, the Taoist priest surnamed Wang is going to be released?" Maomao can't understand the brain circuit of the emperor at all. Isn't it a happy thing to be enthroned? Why should sinners be pardoned?Is there any necessary connection between the two?

The county magistrate Cheng expressed helplessness: "No way, this is the emperor's order, but we can send him to Li Yong's house, what do you think?"

Mao Mao immediately clapped his hands and laughed: "Good idea! But amnesty means to release all the people in the prison? Then I can rest for a long time?"

"You are right in saying that, at least it is the case in our Tangxi Prison." After Cheng Jin finished speaking, he joked slightly, "Congratulations, Pan Laotou, you have met a amnesty in your career."

"...Who are you trying to get mad at?" Mao Mao said with her hands on her hips, "But the emperor's fate is too high, what if the heinous villain is released?"

Cheng Jin stretched out his hand and flicked the Jinhua cat's head: "How can the officials of the imperial court not think of anything you can think of. Don't worry, felonies are not within the scope of amnesty, but it is true that the death penalty will be delayed."

"That's it, why don't you give the surname Wang a felony?"

Cheng County Magistrate obviously didn't intend to abuse his power: "What are you thinking? The Shangyu County Magistrate should be the one to sentence him. Besides, do you have any evidence?"

Pan Xiaoan: "Didn't you say that you wanted to try being a dog officer?"

"You also said that you thought about it, but you didn't say that you would put it into practice. Unless you are going to face my senior brother's beating for me, I can barely think about it."

Maomao: ... I can't afford to mess with .jpg.

The weak little cat demon instantly changed the subject: "Then, that scumbag in the prison can finally be kicked out?" This catchphrase is very spiritual.

Cheng Jin was stunned: "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot that there is such a person."

Speaking of this, Mao Mao has too much to say: "Sir, can you believe it? He hasn't even made a sound until now, has no name, no history, and no criminal record. I suspect that the ground under his ass He sat down and collapsed."

...not so not so.

"Did he not make a sound?"

Mao Mao nodded: "No, isn't he dumb? Maybe he's deaf."

Cheng Jin was finally startled: "No, I have heard him speak." The county magistrate Cheng has such a good memory. When he first came to Tangxi to visit the prison, he had heard this man speak.

"What? Damn it! He's still watching people order food?!" Maomao was about to explode, "What did he say?"

Cheng Jin tried his best to recall, and said: "I asked him if he was a man or a ghost, and he said he was a ghost."

"Fart! He doesn't have a ghost at all. He's not a ghost! He just ran here to cheat food and drink, no, I'll go and send him away!" After finishing speaking, Mao Mao rolled up his sleeves in a threatening manner rushed to the cell.

Half an hour later, magistrate Cheng saw Pan Laotou with a dejected expression on his face.

He suddenly laughed, and said: "Why, send it away?"

Pan Xiaoan casually took a piece of red bean cake and took a hard bite, then said with grief and indignation: "Damn it, I suspect his butt is already stuck to the stone slab in the cell!"

...not so not so.

"He won't go?"

Mao Mao took another bite of the red bean cake: "What, I didn't respond at all. It's better for me to talk to a piece of wood than to him!"

After Cheng Jin heard it, he couldn't help laughing again: "This is really a weird person."

"Yes, yes, no one is rushing to go to jail. I seriously suspect that he has a mental illness!" Maomao stomped his feet angrily. Of course, he would never admit that when he first took over the cell by himself, he was once emptied by this person. The desperate eyes were frightened, "I opened the door of his cell just now, but he didn't respond at all."

"So you gave up?"

Maomao stomped his feet angrily: "No! I'll pull a cart tomorrow and shovel him away!"

However, the next day, there was a patter of spring rain. Creatures like cats especially hate water. A certain cell leader vowed to shovel people away yesterday, but today he put his hands in his hands and pretended that nothing happened. .

But Cheng Jin can't take care of the nail house for the time being, because Yan Chixia came back with injuries on her body, and was sent back by Weng Changting, the new head of the Weng family.

"Master, are you alright?"

Yan Chixia waved her hand, but she didn't try to be brave: "It doesn't matter, it's just a small injury."

"Who hurt you?"

Yan Chixia couldn't help frowning when she heard this, if Miss Weng hadn't rescued him, he might have really capsized this time.

The matter started when he went to Shangyu Wang's house to investigate Wang Sheng's body again.

The last time he heard about Wang Chicheng, he rushed to Wang's house. Seeing the Taoist manipulating the painted-skinned banshee to play with people's hearts, he couldn't help drawing his sword to help, but he didn't expect the banshee to dig out Wang Sheng's heart and die. go.On the way to chase the banshee, he met Wang Chicheng, or in other words, Wang Chicheng found him by himself.

Yan Chixia went to the Wang family with this guess in her heart, but the Wang family was having a funeral.

More precisely, it was Wang Sheng's funeral.Of course, this is not surprising. After all, people will die if they lose their hearts. Uncle Bigan was no exception, and of course Wang Sheng was the same.

Wang Sheng's parents had passed away one after another, so the funeral was organized by Wang Sheng's younger brother Wang Erlang. As for Wang Sheng's wife, Wang Shi, she had been ill for two days because she couldn't stand her husband's sudden death.

Yan Chixia changed into a Taoist robe, and pretended to be an ordinary businessman to come to condolences to Wang Sheng, in order to investigate the condition of Wang Sheng's body.Due to the limited time, he only took a cursory look, but he really saw something strange.

Generally speaking, judging whether a person is alive or dead depends on whether a person is still breathing and has a pulse.Wang Sheng lost his heart, and of course he had no pulse, but the wonderful thing was that Wang Sheng's complexion was ruddy, and his body did not show the corresponding corpse spots or rigor.The Wang family attributed it to the killing by evil spirits, but Yan Chixia knew it was not the case.

Since Wang Chicheng dared to say that Wang Sheng is not dead, it means that he is really not dead.

Because there were so many people talking during the day, Yan Chixia decided to visit the palace at night.Then this probe, something happened.He didn't expect that the painted-skinned banshee who was still hurting people would go back and come back. Not only that, she even confuses Wang Jiaerlang with her appearance.

Different from Wang Sheng, Wang Erlang is actually the concubine of the Wang family, and the family property he can get is very limited. If you want to say who benefits the most from Wang Sheng's death, it is definitely Wang Erlang, because Wang Sheng has no heirs under his knees.

At this time, the painted-skinned banshee wrapped herself around Wang Erlang like a water snake, and she said love words that made people's bones soften: "Erlang, the slave family did this for you. Now it's all right, the Wang family is yours now, Erlang you Are you happy or not?"

Wang Erlang's blushing was obviously abnormal, and there was a morbid infatuation in his eyes at the moment, as if he wanted to rub the banshee into his body: "Good girl, Xiaosheng is of course happy! Let Xiaosheng kiss and kiss!"

As he spoke, he made a sound that made people blush and heartbeat.

Yan Chixia: ...What's going on with the brothers of the Wang family? !

Just when Yan Chixia was amazed, the painted-skinned banshee inside suddenly stretched out her right hand, and was about to pierce Wang Erlang's chest. Without hesitation, he directly hit a talisman to stop the banshee.

The banshee exclaimed in pain, but took Wang Erlang as a hostage, which made Yan Chixia hamstrung.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Wang Erlang took out a dagger and stabbed Yan Chixia, the painted skin banshee took advantage of this to attack, and for Wang Erlang's life, Yan Chixia could only take her to fight and retreat... , and even have to beware of Wang Erlang being manipulated by the banshee, it can be described as embarrassing.

"After leaving the Wang family, fortunately, Patriarch Weng came to the rescue, otherwise it would be difficult for the poor to escape." After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she thanked Weng Changting again.

Weng Changting was very happy that he could help Daoist Yan: "No need, Daoist saved me back then, I should thank Daoist."

"Okay, okay, don't thank you both." Cheng Jin said in time, a little thankfully, "Fortunately, this Wang Erlang is a frail scholar with no strength or accuracy. Where is he now?"

Chang Ting said, "I sent people from my clan to send him back to Wang's house. I also seriously injured that banshee. Although she escaped with her skin, she should not be able to harm anyone in a short time."

Escape?Are geckos fine?

"You two didn't catch her together?" Cheng Jin couldn't help being surprised.

Yan Chixia shook her head, apparently very concerned about this: "She is a raised ghost, as long as she is not killed, she will try her best to escape."

After he finished speaking, his mood became obviously depressed. This matter was not only related to the authenticity of the Taoist sect, but also related to Master Cheng's safety. He didn't dare to make any mistakes, but he didn't expect to miss again and again.

"Daozhang, how long has it been since you closed your eyes?"

Yan Chixia's eyes were obviously black and blue, and now she was injured again, her complexion was even more ugly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Jin simply stood up and helped him to the wing room: "Master Daoist, people are not made of iron. Get a good sleep. When you wake up, we will kill Wang."

Just as Yan Chixia was about to refuse, she was stunned by a sleeping talisman.

Seeing this, Chang Ting couldn't help but worry a little: "Is the Taoist priest going to be okay?"

"It's okay, girl, please rest assured."

Only then did Chang Ting let go of her worries a little bit. It was the first time she had come to Tangxi Yamen. Although she had heard about it, she was quite shocked to see Engong wearing an official robe.

After all, as a human official, the other party can not only kick evil spirits, but also punch monsters, and even has friendship with Li Yong, the elder of the fox clan. He is really a miraculous adult.

"Hey, isn't this the little Patriarch of the Weng family? Why did you come to Tangxi?" Li Yong's voice came from a long distance, but after a while, his people appeared in front of him, "But Mr. What's the problem?"