Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 367 You have to make the decision for us!

After flying in the clouds for half a day, Yang Qian arrived outside Bianxia City. With another sweep of his mind, he found his destination.

A large mansion called Xinghuazhuang.

I don't know when this house was built, but it must have been very long ago. Otherwise, it would not have been built outside the city.

The house at the back had been renovated and it didn't look shabby at all. But there was a guard at the door, and judging by the robes he wore, he must be an officer from the Bianxia Police Station.

When they saw Yang Qian falling from the clouds, they were scared to death. After seeing the badge on Yang Qian's body clearly, they immediately knelt on the ground and shouted "Sir".

In Shuangqing Prefecture, most of those who can fly in the clouds are malicious, either demons or bandits, or masters among the independent cultivators. Officially, it is estimated that only Xiao Cangyu has this ability, but after all, there are too few. It is no wonder that Yang Qian scares people.

Pushing open the door, a constable on duty at the police station bent over and led Yang Qian in.

"Sir, the yamen master said that we have to wait for the state government to arrive before we can move. So we just took a quick look and left without even touching the bodies. Do you think we should start collecting the bodies for the brothers?"

Yang Qian turned his head to look at the captain and asked, "Are you in a hurry? The person is dead, what's the point of being anxious for a while?"

"I am not in a hurry, sir. Please don't misunderstand me. I just hope that the brothers who died in the battle can be treated decently as soon as possible. I have said too much, please forgive me this time."

I was quite frightened by Yang Qian's words.

"Stop talking nonsense." Yang Qian stood in the courtyard of the compound with his hands behind his back. He looked around and didn't see any damage to the walls or the rubble on the roof. There were two bodies lying on the steps from the courtyard to the main hall, both facing down, with the back of their necks cut off to the cervical spine.

After a pause, Yang Qian continued, "Tell me what they did here before they died, who did they come into contact with? Why did it take a whole day to find out that they were dead?"

"Sir, as far as I know, this house has been sealed by the state government, and we, Bian Xia, are not allowed to interfere in the subsequent search of the house. Even the food and drink are taken care of by the adults from the state government themselves.

Except for the time he met our chief constable when he first arrived, he never had any contact with anyone from our side. As for the others, I don't know.

On the day of the accident, there was no unusual movement here, so we didn’t notice it immediately after the accident.”

Anyway, in one sentence: I don’t know, I don’t know, it’s none of our business.

Yang Qian started from the courtyard to the backyard, and then to the side rooms, carefully checking each body.

Yang Qian had memories of all these people, many of whom he had talked to and had been instructed by him. Now they were all dead.

The wounds were all cuts and puncture wounds.

Either in the neck, heart or back, all of them were killed in one blow.

This is different from the scene Yang Qian had imagined before he came.

All the dead this time were the inner guards of the imperial city, all of them were cultivators in the Qi training realm, some of them could even use magic, and at the same time they all had a lot of experience in killing and their combat power was not weak. To kill all of them silently, it would require powerful magic.

For example, illusion, soul magic and so on.

But what he saw was a simple and direct assassination scene. Yang Qian could not even sense the slightest trace of mana remaining in this mansion, nor did he find any traces of fighting.

How is it done?
Yang Qian was not puzzled, but he had to raise his judgment of the enemy's strength before he came. Because Yang Qian first thought that the simplest way to kill was to escape. Earth escape, lightning escape, everything would work.

Secondly, possessing a light and sharp flying sword can also achieve this rather strange killing scene without any residual fluctuations in mana.

A weapon cultivator, or a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

After thinking about it, Yang Qian flew over the courtyard and looked around. There were not as many hills as in the city. The area within a radius of more than ten miles was very flat.

If casting a spell, the most suitable position is to hide in the clouds. Of course, this requires the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm. If you have the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm, it is easier to kill with the escape technique, without the need for long-range flying swords to kill people.

The second is the flying weapon, which is also hidden in the sky, and then the focus is on controlling the flying sword to kill people.

Yang Qian's judgment was more inclined to the latter. He believed that the murderer was a Jindan realm weapon cultivator who could control weapons!
After all, a spell cast by a Yuanying realm cultivator can instantly kill everyone in the house, so why waste so much energy to kill them one by one?
When he came down again, Yang Qian saw a group of more than ten people jogging in from outside.

Judging from the robes they were wearing, they were none other than the head of the Bianxia City Yamen and the city's chief constable.

Yang Qian had no interest in contacting these people. He had already learned all the officials here during his previous trip around Shuangqing Prefecture. If the people here were still alive and still in office, they couldn't be expected to be strong and brave. Even if they had good intentions, they would hide them deeply and would not show them until the truth was known.

And if you count them all, there is no innocent person among these officials in Shuangqing Prefecture. A simple crime of "knowing the crime but not reporting it" can easily result in the loss of all their heads.

Now, Yang Qian was not interested in interacting with these people who would never tell him the truth. At most, it was just like what he had done with Kuang Yu and Li Yifu before. It was boring.

But Yang Qian was not interested, but the two people who came over were very interested, and as soon as they met, they knelt down in front of Yang Qian.

"Sir! Please make a decision for the more than 100,000 people in Bianxia City!"

"Sir! The situation in Bianxia City is even more miserable than that in Pingcheng and Taocheng. The people are slaughtered by bandits and evil spirits outside the city for blood. The people inside the city are also not spared, and many of them disappear inexplicably, leaving a pool of blood.
I have been in office for ten years, and have been begging for help for ten years, but neither the guards nor the provincial government can turn to me for help. There is no way I can get help.

I thought that if things continued like this, I would just let it go and lie down and let myself be bullied. I was so discouraged that I had no hope.

But suddenly I heard about your methods and achievements. First, you destroyed the Xingsheng Alliance without any effort, then destroyed Baiguling, and finally slaughtered all the people in the Thirty-three Caves, saving the people of several cities from dire straits!
Now that Your Excellency has come to Bianxia, ​​I, on behalf of the people of Bianxia, ​​beg for mercy from Your Excellency and save these innocent people who have no dignity and are being treated as food and slaughtered at will!
Please, sir! "

Bang, bang, bang. After saying that, he kept kowtowed to Yang Qian. The people who came with the yamen master did the same.

The series of pleas were so tearful that even Yang Qian was stunned.

After a while, Yang Qian raised his hand and used his magic power to help the man up. It was obvious that his forehead was broken and bloody.

"Master Wen, there is no need to be like this. If you have something to say, just say it." Yang Qian naturally knew the name and appearance of the mayor of a city.

"Sir, if you don't agree, I will kneel down forever!" Wen Qing knelt down again immediately after being helped up.

Before Yang Qian could say anything else, a burst of noise broke out outside the courtyard.

Faintly one could hear the cries of many, many people, filled with hope and fear.

"Report! A large number of people have gathered outside! They are shouting and demanding to see Lord Yang Qian!"

(End of this chapter)