I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"The Punisher's Theory" sold so well that all bookstores were printing it privately.

There are at least thirty or fifty versions circulating on the market.

When it comes to investigating the evil version, any follow-up investigation is worse than finding someone who specializes in printing pirated copies.

There was a curfew at this time, and the bookstores in Chongrenfang were closed.

Zhou Yi escaped into Baiyintang, the second largest bookstore in Kyoto.

Shopkeeper He draws a circle and curses every day, wishing that for one day of longevity, Baiyintang would be flooded during the day and caught in fire late at night.

Those who were punished said that the number of prints was more than that of Zhuangyuantang.

Bad money drives out good money.

Shopkeeper Zhu of Baiyintang, with his legs crossed, is settling accounts, one of the major sources of income is the Punisher's Theory.

Because of his clear handwriting and cheap prices, small and medium-sized booksellers in Luozhou bought their books from him.

"Tsk tsk! Lao He, what does he know about business? Zhuangyuantang has such a great reputation, but the money he makes cannot compare to us..."

Just as he was talking proudly to himself, he suddenly felt the lights dim and looked up to see a man with a yellow face and black armor.

"This strong man...will you come back tomorrow to buy books?"

Shopkeeper Zhu said this and touched his arms. There was a jade talisman bought at a high price from the Fairy Bureau. He only needed to crush it to notify the bookstore and nursing home.

The second bookstore in Kyoto makes money by printing pirated books. Zhuangyuantang has no choice but to say that the relationship is not deep and no one believes it.

"You can ask someone to try Qin's golden mace to see if it's fast or not!"

Zhou Yi took out the golden mace from his waist and tapped it lightly, and the cobweb cracks appeared on the masonry floor.

Shopkeeper Zhu laughed sarcastically, took out a thousand taels of silver notes from his arms, and handed them over.

"The strong man misunderstood that no one would have much money when going out, and any trivial matters would not be considered respectful."

"Qin came to see you to ask something."

Zhou Yi took out the torturer with the Buddhist scriptures and asked, "Where was this book printed?"

Shopkeeper Zhu took over the torturer and said, carefully distinguishing the ink fonts on the paper and the secret symbols that only some pirates can understand.

When I read the "Sutra of the Bodhisattva's Coming to the World", my face changed slightly. Evil demons and heretics are like traitors in Daqian, and if they touch them, my whole family will die.

"I don't……"

brush!

The golden mace passed across Shopkeeper Zhu's scalp, causing the wind to roar and a layer of cold sweat to form on his skin.

"Qin Zhuang, don't worry, just ask Master Lin to come, and you will definitely find the source."

Shopkeeper Zhu saw Zhou Yi nodding in agreement, and immediately went to the side room to wake up an old man, who was the master printing book in Baiyintang.

Master Lin only flipped through a few pages before confirming: "This book must have been printed by Hou San'er. The workmanship is too rough."

"Hou San'er?"

Shopkeeper Zhu stared.

Zhou Yi asked: "Where is Hou San'er?"

"Should we be at... Chunfeng Tower at this time?"

Shopkeeper Zhu caught a glimpse of Jin Mace and quickly explained: "Qin Zhuangshi, that Hou San'er was originally a helper and a rogue, like dirt. Whoever let a good sister become a member of the palace suddenly started to tremble."

"Working with the idle men in the village, we recruited a few apprentices and started printing books. During the day, we were busy stealing prints and at night, we were busy farming. All the money we earned was returned to the brothel's sister..."

Shopkeeper Zhu was dissatisfied. It was an insult to such people to be able to print books.

"Um……"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly and disappeared in a flash.

Shopkeeper Zhu wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept reminding Master Lin.

"You didn't wake up tonight and didn't see me, but it's important to keep your mouth shut!"

Master Lin nodded to express his understanding, then stretched out his right hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger.

…

Chunfeng Tower.

Business was booming at this time, and Zhou Yi also saw a few acquaintances.

I asked the madam about Hou San'er's whereabouts, and carried him naked to the corner of the street, regardless of the fact that he was busy with errands.

"Who asked you to print this book?"

"Um?"

Hou San'er shivered when the cold wind blew, and then he felt a stiffness in his neck: "Thief Sun..."

Boom!

The golden mace landed on Hou San'er's feet, and it made a crunching sound, shattering several toes.

In the qi-watching technique, Hou San'er's head showed weak blue-purple qi, indicating that it was related to the royal officialdom.

There are a few streaks of blood in the purple aura, which can hurt people if they are small, and can kill people if they are large. He is obviously not a good person.

"Ouch!"

Hou San'er immediately changed his mind and screamed: "Grandpa, there are so many copies of this book that I can't remember who it is."

"In this volume, there is a page of Buddhist scriptures. I don't believe you are not impressed!"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he used the magic of confusing gods.

Hou San'er was immediately hit by the trick, his eyes were distracted and his voice was vague: "It's Yanhe Village..."

Before he finished speaking, Hou San'er shuddered and suddenly broke away from the magic of confusion, with a look of horror on his face.

Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Hmph! It seems that you also know that you can secretly print evil scriptures and kill the nine tribes!"

"Your Majesty is my brother-in-law, how can you punish the nine tribes? You don't want to kill your own family!"

Hou Saner straightened up and threatened: "Even if you beat me to death and throw me into the river, I won't tell you!"

"Then you go die!"

Zhouyi's golden mace struck Hou San'er's face.

Hou Saner was so frightened that he screamed.

"...it's Mr. Yin. He gave me one tael of silver for each book!"

Bang!

Hou Saner fell to the ground and looked up again to find that the murderer had disappeared.

I casually wrapped my feet a few times and limped back to Chunfeng Tower.

The money has been paid for the whole night. Even if the nine tribes are killed tomorrow, tonight cannot be wasted.

…

Village along the river.

They live dozens of miles outside Luojing City along the river.

It is located near Beijing and is relatively wealthy.

Zhou Yi Dunguang fell at the entrance of the village. It was completely dark at this time, and only the inn in the village was lit.

"Um?"

As soon as he entered the village, Zhou Yi smelled a familiar scent and a faint evil spirit.

Compared to the demons in the torture chamber, they were ten times or a hundred times worse, not even as good as the yellow-skinned demons.

All the way to the inn, the shopkeeper was flipping through a book boredly, and four detectives, one green and three black, were eating in the hall.

"This guy doesn't have anything to do with me, does he?"

Zhou Yi glanced at Bai Yutang and went over to ask the innkeeper: "Sir, may I ask where Yin's wife's family is?"

The shopkeeper's eyes were alert: "Who are you? What are you doing outside of Xun Yin?"

Zhou Yi said: "I am a distant relative of Yuan Yuan. My family suffered a disaster, so I came here to seek refuge with him."

The shopkeeper asked: "Are you alone?"

Zhou Yi nodded: "Drought and war, only a single family is left."

"Yin Yuanwai is at the west end of the village. Just look at the plaque of the Yin Mansion at the door."

The shopkeeper immediately became more enthusiastic: "But Mr. Yin went out to discuss business today and may not be back until tomorrow. Do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"Qin is penniless, so I won't bother you."

Zhou Yi turned around and left the inn. After walking out for a long time, he suddenly turned around and said, "Friends behind you, come out."

Bai Yutang came out of the darkness with his hands clasped in fists.

"My friend is really good at kung fu. I wonder where he came from?"

"Of course it comes from where it belongs!"

Zhou Yi had no expression on his face: "I heard that the interrogation in Kyoto is strict, but when Qin was walking on the road, he was actually questioned by an official!"

"My friend has misunderstood. I am Bai Yutang, the six-door Tsing Yi policeman."

Bai Yutang lowered his voice and said: "There have been reports of missing persons in Yanhe Village recently, and repeated investigations have yielded no results. It is better not to spend the night here alone."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with inspiration and he asked: "Oh? In the important suburbs of Beijing, there are still cases that cannot be found?"

"Perhaps you didn't go missing in Yanhe Village. I've come here to investigate several times, and everyone in the village said they've never been there... What kind of magic did you cast?"

Bai Yutang's voice suddenly paused, and his eyes showed vigilance. He just couldn't help but tell the case, which is definitely not normal behavior.

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said: "Qin Qiong of a certain family is close friends with Yan Chixiao."

"Yan Chixiao, Mr. Yan?"

"Is there a second Yan Chixiao in the world?"

"Disrespect, disrespect, brother Qin is a friend of Chief Yan, so he is one of our own!"

Bai Yutang clasped his fists repeatedly and looked happy.

Yan Chixiao may not be liked by some people, but he has become a hero in the eyes of more people.