Song Tao was worried and walked home with his head down.

Like Hua Er and his men have been doing evil in Zichuan City for a long time, but they belong to the officers and soldiers. Even the county magistrate Wang Shunying has no choice but to them. These officers and soldiers are domineering in the city and dominate the people. Ordinary people can only suffer this kind of suffering. Today, these officers and soldiers die together, which is a great thing for the entire Zichuan.

Moreover, these soldiers died for no reason and were not injured. The people saw them with their own eyes and took the Lu Yin to the underworld. As they said these words, Wang Shunying did not hold the people next to him accountable after seeing the handwriting.

However, after being delayed, Song Tao's idea of ​​following Su Yang to solve the problem was stopped. The crowd was vast, and he didn't know where to go to find Su Yang.

As he was walking, Song Tao saw a person in the corner of his eyes. His scalp suddenly became numb and there was a chill behind him, but he stood up straight. Seeing this person coming to him, he bowed deeply and said, "Sir."

The man who was called Mr. Song Tao had a blue face and pale and dry beard. After seeing Song Tao, he just nodded slightly, didn't speak, and walked over.

Song Tao kept looking at this person until he left him and took a deep breath.

Recently, when he saw his husband, he always felt an indescribable fear in his heart.

"So this dead man is your gentleman."

Su Yang's voice came from behind Song Tao.

Song Tao suddenly turned around and saw Su Yang wearing a thin shirt, holding a World-Honored Demon-Repelling Fan, and beside Su Yang was the bright girl.

"Mr. Nether!"

Song Tao bowed deeply to Su Yang, looked up and shouted, "Mr. Ming saved me!"

Su Yang nodded slightly, reached out to a tea stall in the distance, and went with Song Tao. When he arrived at the tea stall, Su Yang and Song Tao sat down separately, but Shangguan Xianger did not sit with the man. He held the World-Honored Demon-Purifying Fan in his hand, stood beside Su Yang, and gently sang the fan.

The two sat down, and Song Tao drank a bowl of hot tea first, and then he felt a little warmth in his chest, and he talked about his recent dream to Su Yang.

"Mr. His name is Liu Zhu. He was a Jinshi. He once had a prominent official position. He was just because he was greedy for money and did some money-loving activities. After being exposed, he was dismissed from his official position by the emperor and demoted him to an ordinary person. After returning to our Zichuan, he became a teacher. Although he received a lot of money, he finally had real talents and knowledge. It would be beneficial for us to follow him."

Song Tao said to Su Yang: "The past gentleman was not so indifferent. Although he had the disadvantage of greed for small gains, he was kind, entertaining and soft-hearted. Some people who were poor and devoted to learning, even though they never took them to the school, they often gave them private guidance... Until nine days ago, the gentleman's temperament changed."

A cold sweat appeared on Song Tao's forehead and said, "Mr. Now, he is very cold. He has a disagreement in the school and often beats people when he makes a move. Just like yesterday, Guo Hao just remembers one word wrong. His hand was swollen and his mouth was even more swollen. This has never been done before."

"I have seen the dark and unsightly eyes of the gentleman, and the spots on his hands."

After Song Tao's father died, he was buried at home for a long time because he was buried. Song Tao kept guarding the spirits in front of him every night and saw many things.

It was like the corpse spots on the hands after a person died, and the dark and dull eyes.

These left an extremely deep impression on Song Tao.

And these are now seen again in "Liu Zhu".

Su Yang nodded, yes, Liu Zhu is dead now, he can see this clearly.

"It started nine days ago, Tao dreamed that his husband asked me to collect debts every night."

Song Tao shrank his shoulders, as if he felt a chill on his back, and said, "The head of the dream man was bleeding. He stared at Tao and said, "If it weren't for Tao, he wouldn't have let him die. Tao would have burned 20,000 paper money for him and invited monks to save him. Tao was just a scholar in white. The collar covered the front and couldn't take care of the back. How could he burn 20,000 paper money for him? Such a gentleman was pestering Song Tao every night, which was really troubled. Until today, he saw the King of Ming and felt that he had a savior."

Su Yang nodded with a smile.

Song Tao had two problems, namely his "living" teacher and his dead teacher.

Every night when he went to bed, Song Tao would dream of his dead teacher. This teacher would ask him for paper money. When Song Tao went to school, he would meet this "living" teacher. According to Song Tao, after hearing about paper money, the teacher directly beat him up and called nonsense.

"How did you cause your husband to die from stuttering?"

Su Yang asked Song Tao.

When Song Tao heard this, he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It would be great if Tao understood the reason. I don't know how to make him fall to death."

Su Yang thought for a while and asked again: "When was the last time I saw that ordinary Liu Zhu?"

When Song Tao heard this, he thought for a while and replied, "It should be ten days ago at the door of Brother Zhang's grocery store. Brother Zhang is my neighbor. Our two families are good. I don't charge him for couplets during festivals. I go to Brother Zhang's grocery store to get some daily necessities. Brother Zhang often doesn't charge me. That day I took a rolling pin from Brother Zhang's grocery store. When I paid the money, we two held each other for a while before Brother Zhang collected the money."

"I met Mr. after I left the door."

Song Tao recalled: "Mr. I was very happy at that time. After seeing me, I also said a lot to me, encouraging me to study hard and make articles. When this autumn examination became famous this year, we talked for a while, and I was anxious to go home and left. Since then, my husband has changed and will be like me asking for accounts in my dreams."

Su Yang nodded, stood up, and said to Song Tao: "Let's go, let's go to the grocery store and see what your teacher bought that day."

Su Yang already knew that Liu Zhu was dead, and he realized that Liu Zhu was possessed by a ghost at this time and was entangled with grievances. Now Song Tao happened to ask Su Yang to come to Su Yang again, and Su Yang wanted to check where Liu Zhu's original soul was.

Song Tao immediately stood up and took Su Yang and Shangguan Xianger towards the grocery store.

Shangguan Xianger followed Su Yang, in a strange and remote place like Zichuan, and was stuck on Su Yang.

"Brother Su, is Liu Zhu really dead now?"

Shangguan Xianger did not practice deeply and could not recognize these. However, she saw a lot of things in the Taoist sutra of Yuan Dao Ren and said, "Even if it is a ghost, you need great ability and great obsession. If it is a ghost, let the body move freely in the daytime, like a living person, this is either a yang god or a rare treasure..."

Shangguan Xianger, who had just practiced for a while, regarded Yang Shen as an unattainable goal.

Realizing that the ghost might be the level of a yang god just now made Shangguan Xianger shudder.

"He is not a yang god."

Su Yang whispered to Shangguan Xianger.

Shangguan Xianger felt relieved when she heard this. This was not Yang Shen, but a rare treasure. Shangguan Xianger looked at Su Yang again. This glance could tell whether the other party was Yang Shen. Doesn’t it mean that her prince’s brother is much better than others?

The three of them walked around Zibo and soon arrived at the grocery store of the Zhang family that Song Tao said.

The grocery store in the Zhang family is quite small, with five large rooms full of them. Among them, the ones in the room are usually made of paper, and the rest are mostly some daily things and some fragments of food. The shopkeeper who was in his forties, had a beard on his face. After seeing Song Tao bringing people here, he hurriedly came in. After a while of greetings, Song Tao asked Zhang about the situation on that day.

"I still remember this."

When the shopkeeper Zhang heard this, he smiled and said, "Your gentleman is really a person who likes to take advantage of him. That day he stopped you and said so many things outside, and it turned out that they were all for me to see."

Manager Zhang didn't know what happened between Song Tao and Mr. Zhang, and now he talked about the situation that day with a smile.

It turned out that after Liu Zhu and Song Tao exchanged greetings outside that day, Liu Zhu walked into the grocery store and asked for a thick rope of three or two feet at the beginning of his mouth.

Manager Zhang said, "This three-two-foot thick rope was not long ago. Wu Xiucai from Zichuan also bought it. I was deeply impressed by it, so I asked more [Wu Xiucai should be your student. If you go to him for this three-two-foot rope, he will definitely lend you], but it doesn't work, Mr. Liu insists on buying another one."

Su Yang nodded, felt confused, and asked, "What does Wu Xiucai want this rope to do?"

Manager Zhang shook his head and said, "Wu Xiucai said he was going down the well and tied it to his waist with this rope so that he would not fall to death."

A well three feet two feet?

"What does Liu Zhu want this rope to do?"

Su Yang asked.

Zhang Manager Zhang shook his head gently and said, "Although the sir is vague, it is mostly the same as Wu Xiucai did. After measuring the rope, Liu Zhu kept saying that he had given Song Tao's articles to be Song Tao's teacher. I hope the price could be cheaper, so I gave it to him as per the book, but he still refused to follow it and insisted on being cheaper. I really couldn't give these, so he refused him saying he wouldn't do this business anymore. He thought I was serious enough that Mr. Liu paid the silver bill."

Song Tao shook his head aside, and it turned out that the greetings that day were just to get a low price.

“Not only that.”

Manager Zhang said, "When I was cutting the rope, my husband insisted that I send him another piece. I really didn't want to be entangled, so I gave him two feet of rope."

“…”

Su Yang felt that he had solved the case.

Wu Xiucai wanted a rope of three or two feet to go down the well to avoid being knocked to death.
Chapter completed!