I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 23 Clues

"It's been three days."

"Why is there no clue at all!"

"Tell me why."

A roar pierced the nave.

Deafening.

The servants of the Sheriff's Mansion were silent and terrified.

They didn't want to hear the sheriff's roar, because it meant someone was going to die again.

Three days.

Many people have died.

There is only one charge, which is not good for doing things.

There is no need to snare even charges, because the county guard itself represents power and controls the army.

There are hundreds of black cavalry.

Violent institutions can suppress all dissenting voices.

After the death of his only son Zhang Gui, Zhang Wanlong went crazy.

Totally insane.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the people, and he doesn't care about the court's accountability. He just wants to find the murderer.

He didn't dare to ask the young immortal master, so he could only search the whole city, hoping to find clues.

The only clues are: Hei Banan, who serves as a ghost, is very young and is a fairy teacher.

Bafang City itself is a big city in one county, and there are tens of thousands of people in the city. Finding it like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Come here." Zhang Wanlong's anxious voice sounded.

Two soldiers in black armor rushed into the nave and stood up the long-clothed scribe on the ground.

"Drag out."

"The sheriff, please forgive me..." It was said that it was a long shirt, but in fact it was only a child's life.

Zhang Wanlong was also angry when Master Sun was found dead.

Son is dead.

The left and right arms are dead.

He lost his wife in his early years and lost his son in his middle age.

The beam is in jeopardy, and there is no bright future for his official career.

So he didn't care about anything.

All he wanted was revenge.

If it doesn't work, just search door to door, and you will definitely find clues.

There was silence in the middle hall.

The remaining two dare not speak.

These two people are also the staff of Zhang Wanlong, the prefect, but they were not taken seriously at first.

Now that Master Sun is dead, they are taken seriously.

One of them was thinking hard, scratching his head.

Another middle-aged man in a green shirt looked at his nose, nose, and heart, and his mind seemed to be immersed in the cup of tea in front of him.

Zhang Wanlong was very displeased with the attitude of the middle-aged man in green shirt.

Rather, at this time, whoever is not as irritable and irritable as he is, scratching his head will irritate him.

If you don't empathize with him, you're going to die.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "I don't know what Master Song's opinion is?"

Master Song cupped his hands: "My lord, I will go back and think about it for a long time, and I realize that you still need to provide clues."

"I don't know if there is any family in the county who has made enemies with the adults."

"Please calm down and carefully recall the murderer's voice, appearance, clothes, and what he said."

"In terms of accent."

"It's best to describe the scene of that day exactly."

"In this way, we can find the murderer."

After killing someone just now, Zhang Wanlong felt much better.

And he should be the one who wants to find the murderer the most.

So Master Song's words immediately became a good prescription.

Zhang Wanlong couldn't help thinking about the scene that day.

Master Song was still there, and even took a sip of tea on his own.

Although it was cold, it did not affect the taste, because his mind was not on the tea at all.

Why didn't you mention this matter three days ago? This is the brilliance of Master Song.

At that time, Zhang Junshou was at the time when the pain of losing his son was the deepest, even if the suggestions he made were correct, he would inevitably suffer.

Maybe even go to Huangquan with Master Sun.

Just not dying, I will mention it later, remind Zhang Junshou to think of the scene that day, isn't it equally disheartened, and there is no benefit for it.

At that time, it was not possible to make the most of this suggestion.

So he didn't mention it.

It's just right to mention it again today.

After three days, Sheriff Zhang has calmed down a lot, and is even more eager to find the murderer.

Although these suggestions may seem superficial, they are very practical.

Zhang Wanlong recalled the scene of that day.

Sad in my heart.

Suppress the pain in your heart.

Think carefully about whether there is any enmity.

Why did he kill Master Sun?

The murderer's voice and appearance.

They were a pair of young eyes, about five feet six inches tall, wearing night clothes and a mask.

There is a red-haired evil ghost serving the soul banner.

Ghost faces are embroidered on the soul banners.

The accent is definitely from Bafang County.

What did you say.

Zhang Wanlong raised his head sharply, his eyes flashed.

He remembered.

The murderer did speak before he struck.

Master Song narrowed his eyes and smiled, it seemed that the sheriff really thought of something.

Now it seems that Song Wenlue is still better.

"Old grandson, you can go at ease."

"I'll take your place."

Master Song glanced at the colleague who was sitting withered, his sarcasm flashed, and the moment he lowered his head, his expression was normal.

Zhang Wanlong got up and went straight out of the sheriff's hall.

While walking out of the central hall, the elderly steward at home walked to Zhang Wanlong's side and said in a low voice, "Master."

"Go and investigate the families of those four people."

Of course the butler knew who the four people Zhang Wanlong was talking about were.

Just as he was about to do it, Zhang Wanlong stopped him again: "Those who have good relations with those four people, as well as their families, are also seriously investigating."

"I'd rather kill by mistake than let it go!"

"Yes."

The housekeeper did not persuade Zhang Wanlong.

It's useless to persuade, Zhang Wanlong doesn't care at all.

He is also the one who watched Mr. Zhang Gui grow up.

Zhang Wanlong felt sad in his heart, and he also felt uncomfortable.

After instructing the housekeeper to do this, Zhang Wanlong went to the residence of the young immortal master.

It is a Taoist temple.

Five directions.

clean place.

Wufang Temple is a Taoist temple where Wulingzong is stationed in the secular world.

It can be regarded as a post station or a courtyard.

Basically, it is used to accept the disciples of the Five Spirits Sect who are new to the county and town guards.

Of course, if other disciples of the Five Spirits Sect enter the secular world, they can also come to the Wufang Temple to settle down.

"How's the fairy master's injury?"

"Go back to the county guard, the immortal master is all right."

"I can rest assured that."

Zhang Wanlong let out a long breath.

He is no match for the man in black.

Soldiers are neither.

Even if they form a battle formation, they can't stop that vicious ghost.

Only a fairy master can deal with that person.

So anyone can have problems, only the immortal master can't have any problems here.

Zhang Wanlong got on the bullock cart, glanced at the Taoist temple, with a complicated expression, and finally put down the curtain of the bullock cart: "Go back to the government office."

Three days in a hurry.

Li Qingfeng spent the day meditating and practicing in the mountain temple, and at night he searched for ghosts and ghosts everywhere.

He had visited the mass graves at the foot of the mountain two or three times, but returned empty-handed.

The black ghost pill ate three.

The refined mana condensed into mist.

When this Yinhun pill was his hard work in the past few months, it can be said that he has made rapid progress.

Originally, it took at least a year to advance to the second level of Qi training, but now it seems that the time has been shortened a lot.

Li Qingfeng felt that going on like this was not an option.

After thinking about it, I still felt that the main ghost was in the dream two days ago, so it would be better to tell him the proposal.

The evil ghost told him that anyway, keeping those bandits would be a disaster to people, so it is better to strangle them and become part of their strength.

Li Qingfeng decided to think about it. After all, it is human life and needs to be treated with caution.

He has not recovered from his injury and needs time to recover from his injury.

Thinking of the notice about the bandits posted in the county town, and those people who never came back after leaving the city, Li Qingfeng decided to exterminate the bandits.

Li Qingfeng smiled helplessly: "I always feel that I am getting farther and farther away from the righteous knight I imagined before."

Tu Shanjun didn't think so, regardless of the reason why the bandits couldn't survive, to kill someone is to be prepared to be killed.

Besides, suppressing bandits is also a heroic act.

A well-educated kid at this age is sentimental, and Tu Shanjun didn't refute it.

If you encounter a gangster who is not stingy, you will go there with great interest.

However, as long as the final result is good, there is no need to worry about the process.

For Tu Shanjun, gaining power is the best result.

(End of this chapter)