Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 3: Be kind to others and to yourself

A wealthy businessman like Liu Chengkun is definitely a big shot in Sandao City.

This kind of person has information channels in all aspects. If you check on the other party normally, it is very likely that they will know about it as soon as you take action.

So you have to go through a side door to check.

Although Li Mazi was a gambler, he was a well-known man in Sandao City, especially familiar with the low-class people on the streets. He knew the young gangsters in every village and town. He was very popular.

Half a year ago, Yang Qian saved Li Mazi's life in a case, and the two knew each other. Later, Yang Qian would occasionally ask Li Mazi to help him with things that were difficult to handle officially.

"Master Yang, this can be done, but it's a bit troublesome."

Yang Qian said nothing, just stared at Li Mazi.

"Hey, Master Yang, I'm not lying to you. The situation in Liuzhuang is different from other places. The people there all have the same surname, and the ruffians stick together. They are unlikely to help outsiders mess with the people in their own village, and..."

"Okay, let's get to the point."

"You have to pay more."

Yang Qian knew this would happen. But he wasn't annoyed. You couldn't expect a gambler to be honest. It was good enough that he kept his mouth shut and got the job done.

"How much?"

"Twelve!"

"Get out!" Yang Qian said as he took out a five-liang silver note and slapped it on Li Mazi.

"Remember, keep this matter secret. If something goes wrong, you will have nowhere to run."

"Don't worry, Master Yang. I will give you an explanation in five days at most."

Yang Qian said nothing and turned away from Li Mazi.

Early the next morning, Yang Qian put on his military robe and did not go to the government office first, but went to Wangzhuang not far outside the city.

Wang Wu was from Wangzhuang. The custom here was to keep the body for three days for people to pay their respects. On the fourth day, the body would be buried.

In fact, they were also worried that if the body was buried too quickly, it would be dug out and eaten by corpse-eating bugs in the wild. After three days, the body was full of dead air, and the corpse-eating bugs were no longer interested in it.

Wang Wu's family is a long-standing family in Wangzhuang, and people familiar or unfamiliar with the village came to pay their respects. Wang Wu's mother had cried so much that she had no more tears left. She sat there in a daze, staring at the coffin not far away without saying a word.

The early death of an only son is a bolt from the blue for anyone.

"My condolences. Wang Wu and I are colleagues. If you need me, please come to the government office to find me."

After expressing his thoughts and burning incense to his former colleague, Yang Qian left Wang Wu's house in a depressed mood.

Just after leaving the farm and before returning to the official road, Yang Qian suddenly stopped and turned his head sharply, and saw a half-grown child who had not yet escaped standing in panic not far away.

"Why are you following me?"

"Master Yang, I often hear Brother Wang Wu talk about you. He says that you are a good hand at handling cases! I, I have something to ask you!" As he said that, the kid knelt down on his knees.

Yang Qian frowned, walked over and carefully looked at the child who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing hunter's shorts. Although he hadn't grown up yet, he was quite strong, and he had a half-foot knife on his waist.

"Get up and talk. If you don't, I'll leave."

"Don't! Master Yang, I'll get up right away!"

"What's the name?"

"Wang Xiang."

"What are you following me for?" Wang Xiang remembered something, his eyes reddened, and then he slowly told the story. He came to Yang Qian to report a crime. His father had gone to the city three days ago and never came back. His family was anxious and had searched everywhere, but there was no trace of him.

The government simply doesn't care about this kind of missing person case. Even if they file a case, it will just stay there and no one will do anything about it for ten or twenty years.

There is a huge backlog of missing persons cases like these, and they are extremely difficult to investigate, or often impossible to find out at all.

He was eaten by evil spirits, kidnapped and made into a slave, ran away, was beaten with clubs, chopped up and fed to dogs.
How to investigate? The limited manpower in the government office is simply not enough to deal with such a case.

Yang Qian understood, but apart from sympathy, he didn't think he could help the other party.

"The government won't accept your case, so what's the point of you looking for me?"

Yang Qian was about to leave. There were too many resentments, misfortunes, and injustices in the world. He was just a passer-by, how could he care about so many things?
However, as soon as Yang Qian turned around, Wang Xiang ran to the front again to stop him and knelt down again.

"you."

"Please ask Master Yang for help!" Wang Xiang said as he gritted his teeth and took out something like a scroll from his arms and held it high above his head, as if this thing was the price he paid for asking Yang Qian for help?
What the hell? I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already adding money, right?

Yang Qian curled his lips and asked, "What is it?"

"My family's unique skills!"

"Tsk, aren't you afraid that I'll deny taking the things?"

"I believe in Brother Wang Wu. He said before he died that Master Yang is a trustworthy person. He will never be perfunctory about what he has promised, and he will never default on his promises!"

Yang Qian was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that he had only known Wang Wu for a short time, but the other party had such a good opinion of him.

“What secret skill do you have? Let me take a look. If it doesn’t work, it’ll be useless no matter how nice you say it is!” Yang Qian picked up the scroll and after unfolding it, three big characters came into view: Wind-Chasing Step.

It turned out to be a set of essential techniques for body movement!

This was really beyond Yang Qian's expectations.

Generally speaking, the most common martial arts are offensive and defensive, such as Yang Qian's "Eight Styles of Ox Tail Knife". There are far fewer internal martial arts, such as the "Rough Bull Strength" given by the government.

The least is the key to body movement. As far as Yang Qian knows, there is no key to body movement in the key to the skills developed by the yamen for yamen runners and constables.

Liu Fu said that the secret of body movement had to be bought from the market. It was very expensive, often costing more than ten gold coins, and was always out of stock. Liu Fu bought the secret of body movement from the black market at the cost of sixteen gold coins, and he showed it off many times.

"Are you sure you want to give this to me?"

"Well! I can't practice. The body movements require true energy to stimulate, and the secrets of my family's internal martial arts have long been lost. I beg Master Yang to help me find my father's whereabouts!" Wang Xiang spoke truthfully while kowtowing.

Yang Qian thought about it and quickly read the scroll from beginning to end until a prompt appeared on the panel in his mind.

[Found the key to body skills, do you want to log in? 】

【Log in】

Then a new skill appeared on the panel.

"Oxtail Knife Eight Styles": Mastery 41/80
"Bull's Strength": Mastery 13/80
"Wind-Catching Steps": Getting Started 0/20
Available Experience: 0
After helping Wang Xiang up, although Yang Qian learned the martial arts, he did not have the habit of going back on his word.

"Tell me in detail what your father did and said that day. What was he going to do in Sandao City? What did he take with him before leaving home? Was there anyone traveling with him? Which road did he take that day?"

When Yang Qian asked this, Wang Xiang was overjoyed. He quickly got up and told Wang Xiang everything his father had done and said before he disappeared.

"You mean your father hunted a fire fox, and the skin was complete and of top quality, and he went to Sandao City to sell the skin that day?"

How much is a top-quality fire fox pelt worth?

Although Yang Qian was not quite sure about the exact price of this luxurious fur, he was certain that this fur was definitely enough to take Wang Xiang's father's life.

(End of this chapter)