Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Huang Silang can be greedy and sell slaves. Anyway, the Ming Dynasty did not prohibit these things. As long as you have the source of goods and pay taxes, Han Shizhong has no reason to deal with you.

But the question is, if you dare to touch this zombie slave thing, is that a little too much?
Zombies have been an ominous thing since ancient times. It can be said that in all dynasties, zombies have been the focus of elimination by the government. If it hadn't been for the Ming Dynasty's reign, when a Zonggui lord named Ying Yuan emerged from nowhere, reached an agreement with the court, and protected a group of kind Zonggui who had never committed any crime, the Ming Dynasty would have sent out an army to crush those who could. All the zombies were crushed to death.

And now, you, Huang Silang, have not only created a kind of slave that looks like a zombie, but the origin of the corpse that was transformed into a zombie slave is unknown. This is no longer a question of whether you are greedy or not, this has already touched the bottom line of a government.

Although Huang Silang could say that the source of these corpses was legal and that others had voluntarily transferred them to him, Han Shizhong absolutely could not allow this trend to grow. Some people may wonder, why is it not allowed if it is all voluntary? Isn't this against the law?

In fact, the word "voluntary" is a piece of shit that can be slaughtered in the face of wealth and power.

Today Huang Silang can spend money to buy corpses. After a while, the slaves in his house who have no human rights will be grateful to Huang Silang for his great kindness and voluntarily give their own corpses to Huang Silang after death. In a few days, these slaves will suddenly die in the mansion for no apparent reason and become a new batch of zombie slaves. After a while, if you lose at the casino, the contract you signed is not necessarily just the land deed, your body may also be part of the contract.

And then···

Tramps, homeless people, these dead and unattended corpses will also disappear mysteriously. In a few days, perhaps some less important poor people can also be "voluntarily disappeared."

Han Shizhong, who realized this early, took this matter very seriously. He even activated the Anshan Wonder [Anshan Furnace] to directly pull down the city protection barrier. He will eliminate Huang Silang and the forces behind him within five days, and completely strangle Zombie Slave Feng to death.

"So why didn't you report it to the court?"

Tang Wan asked puzzledly: "After reporting it directly to the court, the soldiers came to the border and chopped Huang Silang into a pulp with knives. The family property was confiscated, the men were sent to the army, and the women were all bought and worked as slaves in that workshop. Isn't that all? Yet?"

"Haha."

Han Shizhong laughed, flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Tang, let me ask you, if I find out that Huang Silang's zombie slave came from a shady background and he has a way to kill me, will I kill him?" ?”

"kill."

Tang Wan answered decisively.

"Then if I find out that Huang Silang is behind this, and all the money he gets is divided 28/20 between him and the person behind it, do you think I should kill the person behind it?"

"Kill, kill."

Tang Wan said the word "kill" twice in a row.

"Miss Tang, do you know which faction I am from?"

Han Shizhong patted the jade pendant on his waist in a clear way, and the prince's seal on it was particularly conspicuous.

"Prince."

"Then tell me, if the mastermind behind this is in the capital, can I kill him?"

"Can't kill."

Tang Wan answered quickly, and she was also very calm, "Officials in the capital, only the Sanfa Division can convict him, and even the emperor cannot convict him in one sentence. What you mean is, behind Huang Silang..."

"That's right, Jingguan."

Pointing to the sky, Han Shizhong had a mocking look on his face, "I can't kill the Beijing officials."

"So, you want...?"

Zhou Li seemed to have guessed what Han Shizhong was thinking. He narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Broken finger?" "That's right. I said Mr. Zhou is a man among men. I feel more cordial as soon as I see you."

Laughing loudly, he patted Zhou Li on the shoulder. Several people came to the intersection of Anshan at this time and put their arms around Zhou Li's shoulders. Han Shizhong pointed to Anshan with a cigarette in one hand and said loudly:
"I can't touch the head of the Beijing official, but I still have a chance if I cut off his finger."

"Huang Silang collects money for him and keeps slaves for him, just one of his fingers. If I can't reach the capital and strangle the source, I will cut through the mess with a sharp knife and completely kill Huang Silang directly in Anshan. Eliminate the method of entertaining corpses in his hands."

"As long as you are in Anshan, you can do a lot."

Zhou Li had a faint smile, or in other words, he admired this man who looked tall and thick, but had a heart as thin as a thread.

"Yes, if I report this matter and try to use the Three Laws Division to solve this problem, there is a high probability that it will be suppressed. Because there are too many processes, and there are too many people who I cannot trust are involved. Therefore, I only work in Anshan We will take action to kill Huang Silang, collect all the evidence and evil methods that can be found, and hand them over to the prince and present them to the Holy One."

Stretching out his hand, a copper coin on Han Shizhong's wrist trembled as if it were unlocked. After a while, the light red curtain opened a small opening to allow everyone to pass.

"No wonder your temperament has changed drastically."

Zhou Li smiled and said, "County Magistrate Han, this is you."

"No, it's all me."

Shaking his head, Han Shizhong said frankly: "I am the corrupt official of Taishan, and I am also the prudent county magistrate. I am also the bandit magistrate who gathered a group of confidants to secretly investigate Huang Silang and is preparing to provide some justice."

"But Mr. Zhou, you are different."

"You are you, so I am really lucky to meet you this time."

Han Shizhong arranged Zhou Li and others in a courtyard in a courtyard, which was very close to the county government office. It only took a few steps to walk into the county government office. Han Shizhong also reminded Zhou Li that the reason why he was able to dig a hole in the ground was because he sensed someone digging a hole in the ground, which happened to be on the road where he ambush the fake county magistrate, so he let Zhou Li and others out to see what was going on. people. Next time, Zhou Li won’t be able to come to Lao BJ Tunnel again.

Then, Zhou Li and others gathered in the house. Liu Haizhu looked confused. A person like him with a throat that goes straight to his buttocks didn't understand the twists and turns at all. He only listened to his elder sister Zhuge Qing. Zhuge Qing, on the other hand, is relatively sober. She understands that such bullshit matters can be settled entirely at Zhou Li's command. Tang Wan supported Zhuge Qing, while Xu Xuan supported everyone.

As for Zhou Li...
"Han Shizhong from Guogou didn't tell the whole story either."

After sneering, Zhou Li said: "He talked about himself, Huang Silang, and also focused on Zombie Slave. But the problem is, there is another force that he didn't mention at all."

"Are all the Painted Skin Cult dead?"

"Is it a dead person?"

In the grass, a group of people wearing mahjong masks looked at the two people walking slowly down the cliff, narrowed their eyes, and whispered: "It looks like a zombie."

"Hey, I'm so lucky today. I finally don't have to dig a grave."

Rubbing his hands, the man with a chicken face said excitedly: "It seems to be a female zombie. The man next to him has a little bit of spiritual energy. It seems that he is a fledgling corpse hunter."

"What else did you say?"

Pulling out the long knife, he stood on the cliff with a red face and said excitedly:
"Damn it, rob this zombie bitch, kill the man, and do it directly!"

The weak-minded man shuddered subconsciously. He looked around at the valley that was particularly suitable for an ambush, and tremblingly said to the ordinary-looking female zombie beside him:

"Lord Jeanne, I always feel something is wrong." (End of Chapter)