fight for day

This series of rape, murder, drug trafficking and arson cases finally came to an end. The fire set by Song Guanlan, including Wang Zhou, burned a total of 30 people to death. This case was transferred to the Yijing Bureau together with Ying Yu.

On the TV screen was the local news. Zhao Huangshi was in a suit and leather shoes, with a stern face. Facing the aggressive interview of the reporter, he just played Tai Chi calmly: "... This is indeed a very sad accident. No one thought that the car of methane Will leak during loading and unloading..."

Lu Zhou was a little surprised to see him go all out to cover up the truth. It turned out that the outreach was public relations, but he didn't expect Zhao Huangshi, a deserted high-altitude flower, to do this job.

But before Jiang Hang was prosecuted, Ducheng's most famous law firm approached Ye Zhuming, and the other party informed him of his intention. It turned out that Ying Yu had hired a defense lawyer for Jiang Hang long before.

"In addition," the lawyer handed a document to Ye Zhuming, "Miss Ying also donated 3000 million yuan of assets under her name to Jiang Xueying for free. As long as she or her mother Xiao Yun signs this document, it will be fine." .”

Ye Zhuming raised his eyebrows. After Ying Yu's death, all the properties under his name were seized, except for three houses and two cars, the sum of investment funds was less than 600 million.

The money is indeed a little less, and it turned out to be here.

There was also a note in the file, addressed to him.

Officer Ye:

This request may be very inappropriate, but I still hope you can help me with this.I'm ashamed of her, but I don't know how to remedy it.I hate paying for damages, but I've finally gotten to this point.

I think this matter still needs to let you know.

thank you.

Signed: Yingyu.

Ye Zhuming took out the note and threw the folder back.

"I suggest that you go to Xiao Yun for everything else, I just pretend I don't know."

After the legal team left, Ba Ma couldn't help but sigh: "3000 million! No wonder the sum of Yingyu's bank card is less than 500 yuan."

"But no matter how much money you pay, it's useless. It can't undo the damage Jiang Xueying suffered." Ye Zhuming said flatly.

Moreover, the four of Hu Youwei were indeed killed by Jiang Hang, even if they made mistakes first, Jiang Hang should not punish them.

It depends on how powerful the lawyer team is. Ye Zhuming just read the agreement, and Ying Yu asked them to spend 800 million. There is only one condition, that Jiang Hang survive.

Dating is an indefinite period.

Ying Yu knows that as long as she has the heart, all her property can be recovered, so this matter can't be done secretly, she must inform Ye Zhuming in advance, she is betting on Ye Zhuming's kindness.

Ye Zhuming tapped on the table with his hands, and sighed wearily.

Ba Ma made Ye Zhuming choke, and then he shut up. Fortunately, he left after sitting for a long time.

So he started chatting again: "Why is the building being repaired outside again, every time I touch my face, my hands are dusty. I have acne!"

After seeing each other overnight, Chi Huan's face has completely recovered, still wearing exquisite makeup, and said contemptuously: "Didn't I tell you to wear sunscreen and quarantine?"

"You also said that last time you applied two layers of something on me, and it turned out that I was mentally retarded when I broke the phone's facial recognition." Bama said disgustedly, "My facial recognition depends on the spots on my face."

Bai Suzhen inserted the knife at the right time and said: "Don't say that, you still have wrinkles on your face."

Bama: "..."

He originally wanted to scold his mother, but when he saw Bai Suzhen chewing the jerky, he asked curiously, "Where did you get the money?"

Bai Suzhen said: "The salary was paid yesterday."

"Really?" Ba Ma turned his phone suspiciously, "It's true."

Lu Zhou was originally reading a book beside the world, but when he heard this, he also took out his mobile phone and started flipping through text messages.

【您尾号7963卡11月26日10：46收入160000元（基金），余额3215687.63元。（工商银行）】

It should not be this.

Lu Zhou turned over again.

【您尾号8532卡11月30日16：31收入70000元（股利），余额436852.21元。（建设银行）】

Lu Zhou: "..."

After looking through several in a row, I finally found the suspected text message.

【您尾号9936卡11月30日15：46收入7800元（工资），余额7800元。（都承银行）】

"My salary is so high." Lu Zhou was a little surprised.

Although he doesn't know much about civil servants, he barely remembers that this job mainly pays year-end bonuses, and the monthly salary is rarely this amount.

"How tall are you?" Bama asked.

Lu Zhou told the truth, and Ba Ma waved his hand casually: "Almost, it was the same amount when I first came here. After the one-year inspection period is over, the monthly salary can exceed [-]."

"Is there a year-end bonus?" Lu Zhou asked curiously.

"Yes," Ba Ma said logically, "You should get seventy or eighty thousand this year."

Lu Zhou was dumbfounded: No wonder so many people want to be civil servants after sharpening their heads. In terms of the current employment situation, this salary is indeed very good.

"That's not too much. Ye Peacock's monthly salary is zero more than ours. The year-end bonus is usually cash. He issues two bank cards! Otherwise, he won't be able to carry it away." Ba Ma whispered gossip.

"So caring?" Lu Zhou was also shocked, no wonder he could afford Cullinan.

Ba Ma said strangely: "This is not the most considerate - it even has ghost coins!"

Lu Zhou was stunned.

But before he had time to ask, Chi Huan knocked on the table, his expression a bit ugly: "You can also make this kind of joke?"

Ba Ma consciously said something wrong, scratched his hair in embarrassment, and went back to his seat to do things.

Why are you playing charades again.

Lu Zhou was depressed.

The wind outside the window was quite strong, and the books on the table were rattling. Lu Zhou got up and closed the screen window, and the ginkgo trees not far away were almost gone, only a few withered yellow leaves hanging fragilely on the branches , It seems that being blown down is just a matter of the next gust of wind.

The ground has already been covered with thick fallen leaves, and when you step on it, it seems to sink into soft cotton.

Under this layer of fallen leaves is moist soil.A bottomless corridor is buried here.The stairs spiraled downwards, with no handrails on the side, mottled and complicated runes were carved on the stone stairs, and the walls were full of evil spirits and beasts.

Ye Zhuming held an ever-burning lamp in his hand, and walked down step by step without rushing.The pairs of eyes on the mural move slowly with the arrival of the light source, and then watch the light source go away, and the wriggling wall returns to silence.

The heavy footsteps of leather shoes sounded for a long time, and finally a door appeared in front of Ye Zhuming. Instead of knocking on the door knocker, he brought the simple lamp in his hand closer.

The original dark yellow flame exploded like fireworks when it licked the bronze door, and quickly spread to wrap around the wall, and the bronze door was instantly covered with flames.

Holding the lamp, Ye Zhuming raised his leg and stepped in.

A long boot with dark patterns protruded from the void, followed by a wide hem, Ye Zhuming stood still.His clothes had turned into a pure black wide-sleeved robe, and his long golden hair was extremely dazzling, tied behind his head with a piece of black silk. Even though his face was expressionless, he was still extremely handsome.

This is an extremely empty place, and there are small isolated islands floating in the air. Ye Zhuming is standing on such an island in the air.There are clusters of gray clouds and mist above the head, and there are countless ghostly blue ghost lights floating like islands.

Below is like a noisy market, but the atmosphere is too different.There are deep or shallow cracks all over the ground, and there are faint fires shining from below. Occasionally, two sparks splash, as if scorching the air that smells of decay.

Complete or incomplete souls are chained one by one, and the pale-faced ghost guard is holding the chain and lighting the street light to lead the way. The soul behind occasionally froze, and the poisonous snake in the other hand of the ghost guard is like a whip. He pulled it down hard.After the shrill scream, the snake's head shrank back with its bloody forearm in its mouth, and its round red eyes were full of bloodthirsty coldness.Those with unstable souls were directly cut off by the lazy waist, and the two bodies wriggled frantically on the ground, looking for each other, and put them together with difficulty, spreading a layer of fresh blood on the stone slab covered with dried blood.

This is the underground purgatory.

Ye Zhuming looked down, and a ghost messenger seemed to feel the gaze, raised his head stiffly, and cupped his hands respectfully after seeing his face clearly: "I have met Master Ye Xiaomen."

Ye Zhuming didn't speak, the poisonous snake in the ghost guard's hand spat out the amputated hand, and curled up in the paper sleeve robe.

The ghost messenger just said hello, before Ye Zhuming could reply, he straightened up and led the ghosts behind him away.

Ye Zhuming jumped down from the high platform and landed firmly on the ground. The flame of the ever-burning lamp in his hand had turned red like blood. It was only trembling slightly after being blown by such a strong wind, but it did not go out. .

Ye Zhuming continued to walk forward, and many ghost messengers greeted him, which caused a commotion in a small area for a while.

One side of the stairs meanders up, and Mu Qinggui at the top is sitting on a Rakshasa chair, with loose long hair and wearing a nine-day astrology robe. In front of him is a suspended map of mountains. place.

The movement brought by Ye Zhuming quickly caught his attention, Mu Qinggui raised his head, his estranged and handsome face was still covered with a layer of ice, he glanced there, then looked away again.

"Does he do this every time he comes?" Pan Mu also noticed, and watched with interest, "The platoon is not small."

"He is a descendant of the sect master, so it should be respected by the ghost world." Mu Qinggui said calmly, and with a flick of the palm of his hand, the mountain map in front of him changed again, "Calm down, let's talk."

In this boundless space, there is a mill made of bluestone steles. An old woman held the mill, looked at Ye Zhuming with her folded eyes, and stretched out her hand, "Grand Virtue Cup."

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been ground out of a pile of coarse gravel.

Ye Zhuming lowered his eyes and offered the ever-burning lamp with both hands.

The old woman took the lamp and threw it at the eye of the millstone casually. The bronze ever-burning lamp melted little by little like chocolate touching a hot pot, and slowly flowed into the millstone.

The old woman turned the grinding rod around, and the golden liquid flowed down the grinding disc into the black clay pot below.

The old woman reached out to pick up the jar, but was stopped by Ye Zhuming: "Wait a little longer."

There was still a very small amount of virtuous water attached to the millstone, and it was no longer able to flow down on its own, so it had to be dragged drop by drop, and finally merged into a small thin thread, which flowed into the clay pot.

Now there is really not a single drop on the millstone, the old woman handed the jar to Ye Zhuming, and stroked the air tremblingly with her withered hand, a slightly curved crack appeared in the air.

"Please." said the old woman.

Ye Zhuming nodded: "Thank you." Then, holding the jar, he stepped into the crack.With a wave of the old woman's hand, the crack closed again.

As soon as the foot stepped on the ground, the soles of the shoes made a dull hum.The space Ye Zhuming was in was also strangely large. The ground under his feet was not ordinary land, but extremely hard bronze. If he could descend from a high place, he could vaguely see that it was a horizontal door.

And it's unbelievably large, the top of the head is splashed with ink and pitch black, but when you look from a distance, you can only see white light without seeing the edge.

There are seven minarets above the gate, but the spires cannot be seen from the bottom, and the talismans on the top are pasted layer after layer, and the number of floors and the original appearance of the towers are completely invisible.

These seven towers form a circle, and a blood-stained stone pillar is placed horizontally on the position of the door knocker in the center. It is nearly a hundred meters long and a foot thick, and it is tightly stuck in the door gap. Around this, the tightly closed door gap There are still occasional hot magma coming out.

And there is a long black dragon coiled on this giant stone pillar, not much smaller than the stone pillar.Its scales are full of scratches, glowing frighteningly, its thick tail is tightly pulling the door knocker, its thick and long body is wrapped around the stone pillar, and its two front paws are hooking the other door knocker.

The two door knockers were burnt fiery red, and the black dragon's claws and tail had been scalded to reveal the bright red flesh inside.

In this way, the black dragon never let go of half a point.

Ye Zhuming didn't delay, he approached the stone pillar with the black pottery pot in his arms, dipped his hands in merit water and applied it on the fiery red door knocker, with a hiss, after the white mist passed, the bright fiery red immediately faded, and the quiet bronze appearance returned.

After dealing with the door knocker, Ye Zhuming applied the remaining merit water to the burnt tail and dragon claws. The black dragon was huge, and Ye Zhuming didn't waste a single drop, and could only finish painting the wound.

He watched as the horrific wounds healed, tender flesh sprouting, scales covering them.From the beginning to the end, the black dragon just drooped his head and did not move, only the sound of snorting and panting could be heard, as if he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Ye Zhuming caressed the bruised dragon claw, a single knuckle was thicker than his own.Because of the ring pulling all the year round, the skin is unbelievably hard, and the wounds are stacked one after another, as if there is no end to it.

The black dragon moved suddenly, one of its claws let go of the knocker, and it made a fist next to the dragon's head.

Without any hesitation, Ye Zhuming climbed up the dragon's claw like climbing a mountain, found a comfortable place to lie down in the thick flesh pad, and held the dragon's beard in his arms again.He rubbed his face against the soft beard and closed his eyes in a gesture of absolute dependence.