Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 820 Witchcraft
Sha Yuanzhong, the new prefect of Qunzhou, came to Qunzhou to take up his post along with Cheng Gangtong, the battalion captain in black.

Sha Yuanzhong was originally the county magistrate of Lailiu County. He was promoted to Tongzhi of Chizhou because of his ability to collect Fu, and was transferred to the capital as a doctor of the household department because of his ability to collect Fu.

The thing this person is best at is collecting gifts, and as soon as he took office, he immediately showed his extraordinary skills.

The former magistrate's method of collecting taxes was relatively simple, grabbing first when he came up, fighting again if he couldn't get it, and grabbing a few more if it couldn't be done. After using these three axes, he couldn't think of any other way.

When Sha Yuanzhong came to take office, he was not in a hurry to start. He took black guards, big and small yamen servants, and was fully armed. He walked around the villages near the state capital and replaced the notice of tax collection.

You don't need to do anything, and you don't need to say anything. Just walking through it will scare most people to death.

Next, he sat in Beifu Village and ordered that the land tax be collected within two days.

It sounds illogical for a dignified magistrate to collect taxes in a village.

In fact, this method is very clever. Under the deterrence of the magistrate, the villagers of this village will quickly hand in their land taxes.

With their appearance, other villages dare not refuse to pay.

If the villages around the state capital hand over, other villages will respond quickly. According to Sha Yuanzhong's past experience, within ten days, all the land taxes of the whole state will be collected.

On the first day in Beifu Village, [-]% of the villagers handed in their land taxes first.

The first person to pay the land tax was an old man. He sent the grain to the weigher, and the magistrate called him in for questioning.

The old man knelt in front of the magistrate, trembling with fright.

The magistrate looked gloomy and asked sharply, "Why didn't you pay the food before?"

The old man bowed his head and said, "I heard someone say that the land tax will be exempted this year."

The magistrate then asked: "Why do you want to exempt your land tax? Do you have any credit to the court?"

The old man dared not make a sound.

Sha Zhifu said again: "You are a citizen of the gods, how much favor have you received from the gods? Without the gods, how can you have food and clothing for your family? It is your duty to pay food and taxes. If you resist the taxes, where is your conscience? Where is the law?"

The old man cried in fright.

Prefect Sha shouted: "Kowtow! Say you are an ungrateful and life-or-death bastard!"

The old man kowtowed again and again: "Little Min is an ungrateful and life-or-death bastard!"

Prefect Sha ordered the messengers to kowtow and plead guilty to anyone who had handed over food.

Sha Yuanzhong gave them half a day for the remaining [-]% of the villagers who did not pay the food. If they did not pay at noon tomorrow, they would be punished directly as treason and sent to the state prison.

A group of yamen servants repeatedly praised: "This new magistrate is really capable."

Even Cheng Gangtong, the captain of the black-clothed battalion, admired him very much. This magistrate Sha is really extraordinary.

That night, Sha Yuanzhong camped at the entrance of the village with the officers in black and the yamen. The remaining [-]% of the villagers who had not handed over their food were too frightened to sleep.

Ning Yongwei was outside the camp, and whispered to Hong Huaxiao: "This matter is difficult to handle. I thought Sha Yuanzhong would disperse the black-clothed guards to various counties to collect taxes. Take this group of people with you."

Hong Huaxiao said with a smile: "It's good to keep it with you. Go back and tell your parents' history. This matter can be done tonight."

"Farewell," Ning Yongwei had no confidence in Hong Huaxiao, "I will tell Chang Shi after you finish the matter."

Hong Huaxiao smiled: "Then you just wait here."

"Miss Hong, let me remind you that the black-clothed guards are not easy to provoke.
The group of enchanting monsters under you are all rank nine, if you are a little careless, if you are afraid that they will all fall here, you should listen to my advice and ask our Changshi to rescue them. "

Hong Huaxiao lowered his face and said: "You talk a lot, I know better than you how much the black-clothed battalion has.
There is one more thing, listen carefully to me, the people under me are not called Charms, they are shamanists, if you call them wrong again, I will cut off your roots, and come to be my disciples too. "

Ning Yongwei pursed his lips, not daring to make a sound.

Around midnight, a Yamen servant named Rong Zhengwu came out to relieve himself, but saw a woman squatting in the grass.

When the woman saw the Yacha, she immediately blushed.

Seeing how handsome she was, Rong Zhengwu stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Why are you squatting here? What are your plans?"

The woman panicked: "I, I'm here to relieve my hand. My legs are numb and I can't stand up."

Rongzheng said angrily: "Liar, I think you are here to assassinate the prefect!"

The woman said with a trembling voice: "Menwomen dare not."

"Get up and call me back!"

"Minnv can't stand up."

Rong Zhengwu stepped forward to help her up, smiled viciously and said, "Are you really not an assassin?"

The woman shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Rong Zhengwu lowered his face and said, "Let me search and see if you have a weapon on you!"

The woman didn't dare to resist, and let the servants search every inch from head to toe.

It stands to reason that a woman suddenly appeared around the camp to relieve her, which is indeed a bit suspicious.

But after searching, Rong Zhengwu let go of his suspicions and became malicious.

At first, when I saw this woman, I just thought she was a bit pretty.

After groping around, Rong Zhengwu suddenly felt that this woman was more beautiful than a fairy.

He looked around and saw a forest around him, turned to the woman and said: "Go into the forest, I will interrogate you carefully."

The woman lowered her head and said, "What are you doing in the woods?"

Rong Zhengwu gritted his teeth and said: "Go to the woods, beat you with a stick, go quickly, or you will be arrested in the government prison!"

With tears in her eyes, the woman followed the Yamen into the forest.

Hong Huaxiao took Ning Yongwei and followed him in. Not long after, he saw Rong Zhengwu hugging a big tree, standing up and down, panting.

Ning Yongwei raised his eyebrows and whispered, "I really opened my eyes."

Hong Huaxiao signaled him not to speak, it was a critical moment.

Rong Zhengwu fell into Hong Huaxiao's illusion, thinking that it was the woman he was holding in his arms.

And that woman's name is Zhao Yanhong, she is Hong Huaxiao's most proud disciple.

Seeing Rong Zhengwu embracing the big tree with extreme forgetfulness, Hong Huaxiao quietly came to him and stuffed a ball of rouge into his mouth.

Rong Zhengwu didn't notice it, he thought it was the girl's fragrant lips, and he ate it to his heart's content.

After he swallowed the rouge, his interest became even higher, and he had fun facing the big tree not long after.

After enjoying himself, Rongzheng lost his spirits, looked around, but the woman had disappeared.

gone?

Just go and go.

Rong Zhengwu returned to the camp in a daze, got into the tent, and fell asleep silently.

A clerk next to him asked, "What have you been doing? Why have you been gone for so long?"

"I'm going to relieve myself, I have a stomachache today."

"Why do you have a scent on your body?"

Rong Zhengwu said impatiently: "The makeup powder I bought for my daughter-in-law was accidentally broken just now, why are you asking so much? Go to sleep now."

He fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the forest, Hong Huaxiao brought [-] snakes, [-] strings of dalia flowers, [-] strands of silk hair, [-] pieces of broken nails, mixed them with a jar of deer blood, a jar of fish blood, and a jar of human blood. Only in a big urn.

Two hundred witchcraft cultivators appeared one after another, pricked their fingers, smeared blood on their long hair, bit the long hair in their mouths, took their positions, and formed a magic circle together with Hong Huaxiao.

Hong Huaxiao's energy surged, and the disciples were sweating. After half an hour, the magic circle took effect.

Rong Zhengwu, who was sleeping soundly in the tent, suddenly woke up, clutching his stomach, and howling repeatedly.

A servant next to him opened his eyes and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"I hurt, it hurts..." Rong Zhengwu vomited a lock of hair from his mouth.

The Yacha was horrified and exclaimed repeatedly.

The people in the entire camp woke up and came up to watch.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Did you hit the devil?"

"Chop off this hair."

"It can't be cut off, it has to be pulled out!"

"I can't pull it out, I have to ask the medical officer to take a look."

It was lively talking, but none of this group of yamen servants really came up to help.

Rong Zhengwu's appearance was too frightening, he kept spitting out his hair from his mouth.

Everyone felt scared, but couldn't help being curious, and they were still watching.

Rong Zhengwu raised his head suddenly, and hair suddenly appeared from his nose.

Everyone exclaimed, and suddenly saw that Rong Zhengwu's eyes were bleeding, his eyeballs were protruding, and strands of hair appeared in his eye sockets.

swoosh~
Rong Zhengwu's two eyeballs burst out of the eye sockets along with the strands of hair.

Next is the ears.

Then there are every pore in the body.

Rong Zhengwu, with hair all over his body, stood up from the ground, and shouted indistinctly: "It hurts, it hurts..."

All the yamen servants were so frightened that they wanted to run out, but before they could get out of the tent, Rong Zhengwu's body suddenly exploded, and broken nails flew everywhere.

A piece of broken nail hit the face of a yamen servant.

The Yacha was frightened out of his wits. He wanted to pick off the broken nails, but the broken nails went straight into the flesh, wriggling from the side of the cheeks to the cheekbones, and wriggling deep into the eye sockets after a while.

Yacha felt something growing in his eyes.

It seems to be hair.

The yacha frantically picked his flesh, but it didn't help.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

Run to a place with a lot of people, the more people the better, only places with a lot of people can save me!
He broke into another tent.

After a while, the entire camp was in chaos.

Dozens of people, with their hair all over their bodies, ran wildly around the camp.

Their bodies will explode shortly after, and a large piece of broken nails will fly out.

As long as the nails touch someone else, the person will soon grow a full body of hair, and it will explode after a while.

Most of the yamen servants died, and the guards in black were also affected.

The battalion lieutenant, Cheng Gangtong, had never seen this kind of technique, but after all, he had some experience, and he realized that this camp was no longer acceptable.

"Escort Prefect Sha and leave here quickly."

"Let's go?" Hong Huaxiao stood outside the camp with a slight smile on his face, "I want to go now, but it's too late."

Ning Yongwei really gained his knowledge this time, and only then did he realize the horror of witchcraft practitioners.

From baiting subordinates to spreading witchcraft to the entire camp, as long as they are properly deployed and well prepared, they can kill the enemy without touching the enemy.

Two hundred witchcraft practitioners had already set up a ecstasy formation around the camp, and Cheng Gangtong led the battalion captain for a while, but they still couldn't get out of the camp.

"Call the yin and yang practitioners to come over and break this formation!" Cheng Gangtong issued the military order, and he brought fifteen yin and yang practitioners, but he didn't see any of them after waiting for a long time.

Where have all these cultivators gone?
They all died at the hands of Hong Huaxiao.

Although Hong Huaxiao didn't fully recover, the star official was the star official, who took advantage of the chaos to kill people without leaving any traces.

Cheng Gangtong couldn't crack the ecstasy formation, but he saw the black-clothed guards around him growing hair all over their bodies one after another.

A man rushed forward, his body was about to explode, Cheng Gangtong grabbed a black-clothed guard beside him and used it as a shield to block the flying nails.

Dozens of pieces of nails were inlaid on Hei Yiwei's body, and they penetrated into the flesh in an instant.

Cheng Gangtong kicked the black-clothed guard away, and was about to flee for his life when he suddenly smelled the fragrance of powder.

Hong Huaxiao had already reached his back and pierced a piece of nail into his neck.

Cheng Gangtong covered his neck and felt the hair growing inside his body.

Before he could turn his head, Hong Huaxiao kicked him into the crowd.

In less than half an hour, the whole army of black guards was wiped out.

Hong Huaxiao tugged at Sha Yuanzhong's hair, and said with a low laugh, "Prefect Sha, I have something to trouble you."

……

At dawn the next day, the magistrate took the surviving government servants from door to door to deliver food, and he wanted to send back the collected food.

Every time a family returns grain, he has to kowtow three times at the door.

Every time he kowtowed, he had to say something.

The first head: "I am the shameless villain."

Second head: I am that vile villain.

The third head: "I am that shameless bitch."

The villagers watched the prefect knelt down, and they were all frightened and at a loss.

Behind the prefect, Hong Huaxiao hooked Gosha prefect's neck with his nails, and said softly: "Knock three more times, shout louder, they don't seem to hear."

(End of this chapter)