Zichuan Su Mansion.

Mr. Su Xiuwen, who lived here, was once a joint magistrate in either party during the reign of the late emperor. The state where he was located was a fifth-rank official. After the court learned about it, he killed several officials. Su Xiuwen was the most responsible, but he confiscated all his property and was dismissed from office and lost his official position.

However, this lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the imperial court has some inadequate seizure of property. And if someone comes to investigate, there will naturally be room for operation. Therefore, the mansion is still retained in Zichuan, and a lot of property was asked to be a wealthy man at home. He enjoys flowers and walks birds on weekdays, and collects some antiques, calligraphy and paintings. His life is very leisurely.

The weather is very hot today, and Su Xiuwen has not gone out. In the evening, he swallowed a few sips of rice under the maids' service, drank a few glasses of wine, and smoked his children while he was free, and then scolded the wife at home. Look at his younger brother Su Xiuwu, who chose one among the many maids who looked good and had a good face, and was ready to end today's boring life.

At this time, as long as you are a maid in a wealthy family, you will almost never be able to escape being interfered with by the master's family, and there are also many maids in and out of the courtyard. Such as Su Xiuwen, it is not an exception.

"Master, it's not good."

Lying on the bed, his eyes narrowed, and when he was not asleep, Su Xiuwen was awakened by the noisy sounds outside. When he opened his eyes, he naturally became furious and shouted sternly about the butler outside.

"Your little tripod is no longer smoking."

The housekeeper shouted outside.

"What?"

Su Xiuwen immediately became energetic, hurriedly put on his clothes and went out.

Not long ago, someone dug out two porcelain bottles and a small tripod in the north of Zichuan City. These porcelain bottles and small tripods are both supernatural treasures, such as those two porcelain bottles. One of them will become wet on cloudy days and become dry when it comes to blue sky, while the other porcelain bottle can record the calendar.

Not only that, if these two small bottles are filled with water, they grow flowers inside, and they bloom and fall inside, and bear fruit naturally, which is no different from the flowers and trees that usually grow on trees.

Originally, these two porcelain vases were in the hands of Yuan Xuansi and Zhang Xiucai, Xiaolian of Zichuan, but Su Xiuwen bought them back at a large price. Only the tripod dug from the well was dug into Sun Hai's home in Qingzhou, which made Su Xiuwen use many means to get it.

If this small tripod is placed on the table and water is added, the water inside the tripod will naturally produce white smoke. If you reach out and touch the water, the water will be slightly hot. After the treasure is taken home, Su Xiuwen will always be placed in the hall. As long as someone comes from home, Su Xiuwen will take people to take a look. The curling white smoke rising from the tripod is like silver and illusion, which makes Su Xiuwen more face.

Therefore, Su Xiuwen is also very precious to this thing, and he sent people to take care of it every day, for fear that there would be something wrong with this small tripod.

Su Xiuwen walked with wind. When he arrived in the hall, the lights in the hall swayed with the pressure of wind. Then Su Xiuwen came to the front of the small tripod and looked down. He saw that there was no white smoke rising in the small tripod. He reached out to touch the water inside. He felt that the water inside was as hot as usual, and he no longer had the hot feeling of the past.

“Who did it?”

Su Xiuwen shouted sternly, this must have been broken by the invisible servant.

When the servants heard Su Xiuwen shouting here, the servants quickly knelt down. Su Xiuwen looked around the audience coldly and saw a man standing solemnly, but he was also scared to the point of being pale.

"Who are you?"

Su Xiuwen saw that the servant looked very strange.

"Sun Hai."

The servant responded so much.

"Sun Hai?"

Su Xiuwen felt that the name was very strange, so he asked his butler. After hearing this name, the butler felt that he had heard of it, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Looking at Sun Hai's face, he seemed quite familiar.

"This tripod is mine."

Sun Hai reached out and pointed at the tripod, his words were stalemate, and he mentioned Su Xiuwen.

"fart!"

When Su Xiuwen heard this, he immediately cursed: "This tripod belongs to me!" He grabbed Su Xiuwen's head and snatched something, which was like a leopard courage!

After saying this, the butler beside him had a pale face and crawled to the door. He reached out to push the door, but felt that the wooden door was closed rigorously, so he could not push it even if he tried his best.

"What are you running?"

Su Xiuwen watched his butler roll and crawl aside and open the door. He was dissatisfied and scolded, "Look at your bad looks, what are you afraid of?"

The housekeeper leaned against the door, and looked at Sun Hai who was opening his mouth several times behind Su Xiuwen and was trying to bite Su Xiuwen, and said tremblingly: "He, he is the original owner of this little tripod."

Original owner?

Su Xiuwen looked back at Sun Hai, and saw that Sun Hai was still dull and dark and unconscious. He turned around and asked the butler, "Didn't I hear that he died of illness shortly after he was released from prison? Your hands and feet are not clean and you didn't handle him well?"

The housekeeper nodded repeatedly and said, "It's done... I saw him in the ground with my own eyes..."

Why is it still in front of him after being buried?

He was about to ask this sentence, but looking at the butler's pale face and trembling body, a chill suddenly came from his heart, making his whole scalp chill, and the hair on his body exploded. And Su Xiuwen seemed to have a fatal chill behind him.

Putting his hands on Su Xiuwen's head and neck, this side alone made Su Xiuwen feel like his neck was bound by a silkworm cocoon, and he was unable to resist all over. Then he felt bloody smell coming out of his throat, and his whole head gradually turned around. Just looking at Sun Hai's face, it was then turned over. After several rounds, Su Xiuwen's head fell off.

After killing Su Xiuwen, Sun Hai sucked twice at Su Xiuwen's neck, walked to the butler, and with a puff, sprayed the blood on the butler's face, and the strength broke through the window paper. After vomiting, the butler fainted.

At this time, Su Yang was sitting in the inn, looking at everything outside, and stood a man next to Su Yang. He was wearing a red round necktie, which was the local city god in Zibo. He noticed that another ghost was harming people here, so he immediately brought people over and wanted to arrest the evil spirit that harmed people, but was stopped by Su Yang.

"Those who rob money will be killed, and those who kill people will be killed, and this is natural."

Su Yang said to the City God.

People like Su Xiuwen rely on their power to easily turn over a family, let the victims swallow their voices, and the victims cry. He sat at home happily, offering his own soup and calves with the bone marrow of others. Su Yang would not let him continue to commit sins in the world.

"Sun Hai is not the first person he killed, why don't you touch him at all?"

Su Yang questioned the City God.

The City God stood behind Su Yang, sweating coldly and without saying a word. The wronged soul who died in Zibo in the past two days directly entered the underworld. This made him, the City God, realize that something was wrong. He expected that there was a great power in the city lurking in the city. This time, the wronged soul committed another evil, so he came quickly, not wanting to hit the other party's arrow.

A Yan Luo Ling has already explained the identity of this person.

The person who was the leader of the fifth hall, Yan Luo Ling, was the former agent of the fifth hall, and was the son-in-law of the Wheel-Born Palace. Although he had no clergy in the underworld, he had a good relationship with the Ten Palaces of Yama. Emperor Guan Sheng also favored this person very much. How could he afford such a person?

Just bear whatever you scold!

"Those who speak are sad, and those who hear are deafening."

Su Yang looked at the City God and said, "As a god, you are not just a clay pot, why are you so indifferent to the grievances of the people? Is the position of the City God too heavy?"

There was even more sweat on the Chenghuang's forehead.

"Sun Hai said that he was framed by the rogue horse kid. If you want to check it, even if your life is not over, you should not die here. You should be alert and vigilant, to reduce your blessings and wealth. This is a great disaster and a dark punishment, so that he can repay the evil evil in the world."

Su Yang simply told the city god what he asked.

He once worked as a City God full-time, and Su Yang understood the power of the City God. Giving him orders at this time would not mean that he could do things beyond the power of the God.

When the City God heard this, he quickly made arrangements.

After a night of turmoil, it was already dawn. The horse kid who was sleeping at home was caught by two people in a daze. Walking outside, the sky was cold and the streets were deserted. The two men grabbed him and pushed him to the stall, reaching out and pushing him onto the half-small of pork.

Ma Chi didn't know what was going on at this time. She just felt her body squeezed and she entered the pork. She became one with the pork. Not long after, people bought meat appeared on the street. Ma Chi was in the pork. Every time the butcher cut the knife, Ma Chi felt a pain. Whenever he encountered some fat and thin people, he was cut by the knife, which made Ma Chi felt unbearable pain in the pork, but he couldn't scream.

It was cut until Chen Shi, and Ma Hai got out of the stall and walked home along the road. Halfway, he saw a man glaring at him. Behind that man was Master Su from the Su Mansion and the housekeeper were both dejected.

The Ma Chi was thinking about going home, but she didn't go to trouble. She kept getting home and getting up from the bed.

"Ma Child..."

The old man from the neighbor's house carried pork and came back from the vendor, shouting to Ma Hai: "Mr. Su is dead, are you going?"

"Shut up!"

Ma Chi shouted to the old man next door: "You buy pork and choose the fat and thin, and add two taels, you need fat and chop it into meat. It's endless. Are you upset?"

It was the old man next door who caused him a lot of hardship.

"well?"

The old man next door was stunned and shouted by the wall: "How do you know?"

"How do I know?"

Ma Hai shouted angrily: "I am the pig hanging!" He was tortured by Lingchi early in the morning. Now when he thinks about it, he still feels shaking all over. When he turns around, he thinks of Mr. Su and the housekeeper whom he met on the road. Suddenly, Ma Hai felt cold all over his body...

The one who glared at him was the one he falsely accused, and he was hung in pork. Could it be the punishment of ghosts and gods?

ps: The story of Ma Chi is from a Chinese Studio [人人]. Revised updates.
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