Hell!

Seeing this, all the officers were shaking all over the hot day. As officers, they had indeed heard a lot of ghost stories, but they did not expect that these ghost stories actually happened to them. The prisoners escorted all the way to die, and the soul greeted them on the way forward and left.

This scene made them feel scared. When they saw Su Yang on the roadside again, the officers were all wary, fearing that Su Yang was also a ghost.

"Don't be afraid, I'm an individual."

Su Yang stood by the pool and said, "Just just now when that person was washing his face, there was no shadow in the water. Look at me, may you see my shadow in the water?"

The officers looked at Su Yang like this and saw that Su Yang had a shadow, they believed that Su Yang was not a ghost. As a result, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Several people sat on the ground and reached out to wipe the sweat on their heads.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

A servant sitting on the ground asked Su Yang's original point.

Su Yang looked at these servants. There were eight people in total. At this time, they all described themselves as embarrassed, with sweat on their chests and backs. Especially after knowing that the people in the prison car had died, they were far away from the prison car, fearing that the person who had just left had turned around and returned.

"In Xia Suyang, outsiders."

Su Yang clasped his fists and said, "Dare you ask who the scholar is just now? How can his soul walk in the day after he dies?"

After death, a person turns into a yin spirit, fearing the true fire of the sun, and cannot manifest itself in the sun. Only after practice can the soul be condensed, and the appearance of the sun is revealed during the day, and there will be shadows in the sun. Either there will be another secret method to serve as a yin god. Or you will have to achieve the yang god, but there is nothing absolute in this world. Some people have a thought after death, and there is no difference between them after death and before they were alive.

Just like "Ye Sheng" from a Chinese Studio.

Ye Sheng was a scholar in Huaiyang, Henan Province. He was good at writing and ink for a while, but he could never pass the imperial examination. At that time, the county magistrate of Huaiyang was Ding Chenghe, who valued Ye Sheng very much, so he funded Ye Sheng to make money and rice, so that Ye Sheng could study honestly. When the scientific examination was conducted, everyone praised the articles written by Ye Sheng, but they still failed.

As a result, Ye Sheng fell ill when he returned home. Ding Chenghe was dismissed from the county magistrate because he offended his boss.

After dismissing the county magistrate, Ding Chenghe was about to return to Shandong, but because of his concern for Ye Sheng, he never left and often gave Ye Sheng medicine, hoping to get Ye Sheng to heal and then leave with him. After waiting for many days, Ye Sheng suddenly came to visit and left Huaiyang with Ding Chenghe.

After arriving at Ding Chenghe's hometown, Ding Chenghe's son worshipped Ye Sheng as his husband. A year later, Ding Zaichang was admitted to the scholar. When it was time to take another exam, Ye Sheng gave Ding Zaichang the articles he had taken in previous years to read to Ding Zaichang to make a model essay. He didn't want these questions to be taken when the exam was taken. Ding Zaichang followed and wrote Ye Sheng's articles and got the second place.

Later, Ding Zaichang entered the capital, and Ye Sheng followed Ding Zaichang and finally passed the imperial examination in the capital. Ye Sheng was very happy. Ding Zaichang happened to be in office and happened to pass by Huainan. The two of them walked together. After arriving in Huainan, Ding Zaichang realized that Ye Sheng had been dead for three or four years.

Ye Sheng is a new ghost of death, so naturally he cannot be the yang god once he dies. But a thought is attached to him, which makes him appear in the sky and have shadows in the air. He lives like ordinary people for three or four years until he arrives in Huaiyang and dies by his wife again, and then he turns into smoke and clouds and disperse.

The scholar who was just now might be like Ye Sheng, so that he could appear in the daytime and speak to these servants.

When he heard Su Yang's inquiry, the officers were hesitant. After pausing for a while, they roughly explained the reason and said, "He is Li Zhiyuan, he is from Weinan and teaches in Pucheng, but he scolded our county magistrate. Our county magistrate asked us to send him back and never let him go to Pucheng."

It is equivalent to sending him home, no wonder this person would say he was troubled to send him away.

"Why are you scolding your county magistrate?"

Su Yang asked.

After hesitating, the officers said, "Because our county magistrate should scold him."

Su Yang had never heard such straightforward words before and couldn't help laughing, but seeing that the officers around him agreed with a heavy expression, the laughter stopped and felt a little heavy in his heart.

Those who can make the servants around you say that the county magistrate should scold him. Has such a county magistrate done anything there? Such a county magistrate is not a good thing for the entire court or the people of Dawn.

At this moment, these servants also came to their senses from their fears just now. Looking at Li Zhiyuan in the prison car, he said, "Although Mr. Li can only be sent here, we have already sent him to Weinan. How can we not send him home? This will also allow him to return to his hometown and be buried in peace."

All the remaining servants were called so.

At that moment, these servants opened the prison cart and let Li Zhiyuan's body lie flat on the prison cart, and headed towards Weinan City according to Li Zhiyuan's family.

Anyone with discerning eyes knows who is good and who is bad, but most people are powerless to change.

Su Yang followed these officers and watched them enter Weicheng and find Li Zhiyuan's home. Hearing the crying inside and watching the people coming and going gather there, Su Yang just got out and looked at Weinan City again, preparing to soar into the air and leave here.

"Help..."

"Come on, come..."

"Ergouzi, you bastard..."

Just in a low thatched hut beside Su Yang, intermittent moans came from the inside. The sound was a man in his thirties who cried very helplessly, and his voice was hoarse and almost muttering to himself. If Su Yang had not opened his ear consciousness, such a sound would have been ignored.

Walking to the door and looking at the iron lock hanging on the door, Su Yang gently hooked his finger and opened the iron lock, pushed open the yard door, and saw a man in his thirties kneeling inside, tied to a sapling with tears on his face. When he saw Su Yang, he felt as if he had seen a savior.

Su Yang walked forward and untied the rope on the man's body. After the rope on the man's body was opened, he lay on the ground and started crying.

After being tied up for a long time, his legs were sore and weak. He had just gained freedom, which made him just want to cry out loud.

"A thief is in the family?"

Su Yang asked.

The man kneeling on the ground shook his head repeatedly and cried, "It was my brother and I who were bored. The two of them were tied up and played. I tied him and immediately untied it. After he tied me up, he pushed the door and ran away, and he has not come back until now."

“…”

Su Yang didn't know how to evaluate it, so he could only sigh that in this era of lack of entertainment, the people here are really good at playing.

At this moment, a man in his twenties walked in and shouted into it: "Brother, that Li Zhiyuan is dead. He was just pulled back from Weinan. I heard that he scolded the county magistrate there. Isn't this asking for death? None of his friends dared to come out now, just Tao Wangsan..."

Tao Wangsan?

Su Yang smiled when he heard this name.

Isn’t this thesis that I wrote a sequel to the theory of no ghosts in Weinan, and I don’t believe that there are ghosts in the world, but I ended up marrying two female ghost male protagonists, Xiao Xie Qiurong.

Stories from a Chinese Studio, Xiao Xie.

Just as Su Yang was thinking, the man who was originally lying on the ground and cried bitterly had already stood up, pressing his brother on his body like a flying slightest, and thrusting his face down...
Chapter completed!