I have a long pupil

Chapter 16

"It's noon, let's make a decision!"

The token flew in the air and fell to the ground in a whirl.

Jin Dao Ma San was already prepared, his body was full of fat, he took a full mouthful of strong wine, picked up the ghost-headed sword and slammed it, and the wine mist surged.

"Everyone, let's go on the road..."

Ma San muttered, then exerted strength with both arms, and the light of the knife flickered. He saw the prisoner's head rolling in the wooden basin, with blood splattering, before he fell to the ground.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"Master Ma has great sword skills!"

There was a burst of applause from the crowd.

In the private room of the restaurant, Zhang Biao's face was gloomy, with murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

He has seen too many dirty things, so he should be used to it logically, but the anger still surged up, making his chest tight.

"Brother Biao, don't be impulsive!"

Wang Xin was taken aback, and quickly got up to block the window, "You can't mess around in the execution ground. If there is anything, let's talk about it later."

Zhang Biao took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, "It seems...you already know that it was Uncle Wang who asked you to come?"

Wang Xin was suddenly embarrassed, "Brother Biao, this..."

Tie Shouming cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Catch the boss and calm down, this matter is a foregone conclusion. We are lowly and small, and no matter how much we do, we will be against the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

"I know…"

Zhang Biao's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice, "The people in the Ministry of Punishment have done a lot to find a substitute for the dead ghost, but they are also the sons of officials and wealthy gentry."

"Xiao San is just a gangster, and he even caused trouble for the Li family, why is that so?"

Wang Xin shook his head and said, "I don't know about that, but Uncle Xiao San's ability to become the chief steward of the Li family must have been tricky, and it should be his fault."

"Brother Biao, let's forget about this matter. If Li's family can find a substitute for the dead ghost, it can be regarded as an explanation."

Zhang Biao was silent for a long time, then dropped more than a dozen copper coins, and said in a muffled voice: "Let's go, let's leave this matter at this point, don't waste the time, let the chief arrest and punish."

Having said that, he got up and left.

After leaving the restaurant, Zhang Biao looked at the sky and slowly opened his umbrella.

The two subordinates also followed out with umbrellas.

"Brother Biao, don't you really care?"

Wang Xin asked incredulously.

"do not care."

Feeling the chill lingering all over his body, Zhang Biao grinned, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Six doors can't even kill a dog...Why bother yourself."

Wang Xin nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, you will die if you do many unrighteous actions. Sooner or later, they will suffer retribution."

Hearing this, Zhang Biao shook his head and smiled, holding an umbrella, and walked into the pattering autumn rain.

But as soon as he turned around, his eyes became cold, and he murmured in his heart: What shit retribution!
I...

It's called retribution!

…………

Tongzheng Square, six doors.

As a yamen that specializes in dealing with people in the Jianghu, it is far away from Beicheng, where the rich and powerful gather.

The size of the yamen is not small. Apart from the headhunters who stay in the capital all the year round, there are also yamen from various prefectures who come to handle errands. There are so many people that they occupy less than half of Tongzhengfang.

Most of the common people in the workshop have a close relationship with the six doors, or run restaurants and inns, or rent out their small courtyards, and their lives are quite nourishing.

"Hey, isn't this Zhang Butou?"

As soon as Zhang Biao arrived at the gate of the yamen, a black-clothed headman came out of the gate and greeted him when he met.

This head catcher has a mighty build, unusually broad palms, covered with black and blue calluses, a square face, a standard Chinese character face, and looks very loyal.

This person is called Hou Kun, he is born with Iron Sand Palm, fierce and fierce, among the six sects, he is also one of the best masters.

Seemingly honest, but actually greedy for money and lustful.

Zhang Biao's investigation of the Yichonghui case had dissatisfied the dignitaries behind him, so he arrested Guo An and handed over all the murder cases related to the Yichonghui to Hou Kun.

As long as this guy takes money, he will be blind. The key is to be fair, he has both sides, and he can have an account in all aspects.

He smiled all over his face and said: "Zhang Butou, brother, I have a new concubine. I will serve wine at home in two days, and my brothers have notified me. You should do me a favor."

Zhang Biao didn't bother to pay attention to it, but when he was about to refuse, his heart moved and he also smiled, "Congratulations to the arrester. When the time comes, I will naturally join in the fun."

"Well...Okay, I'm waiting for you."

Hou Kun was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled all over his face, nodded and left.

Seeing Zhang Biao leading someone in, he turned around, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Could this fool have gotten his head around it?"

After saying that, he shook his head and walked away quickly...

…………

"Brother Biao, what are you doing with that Hou?"

In the corridor, Wang Xin asked in a low voice as he walked.

Zhang Biao shook his head and said indifferently: "The way of the world is like this, it's useless to think too much about some things. You two have been with me for a long time, and you will always be promoted in the future. You should have a good relationship with your colleagues so that they don't stumble when you get in the way."

After finishing speaking, he continued to move forward, smiling and greeting his colleagues along the way, looking relaxed and at ease.

Wang Xin and Tie Shouming looked at each other.

"Brother Biao really changed his temper?"

"Do you believe it?"

"Ghosts believe!"

The two glanced at each other, and they had already made up their minds to keep an eye on it during this time, lest Zhang Biao really do something shocking.

……

The six-door hall is named Xiezhi, and outside the hall stands a tall stone statue that looks like a unicorn with a single horn.

Legend has it that Xiezhi is extremely intelligent, with wide-eyed eyes that can distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, loyal and evil, and symbolizes bravery and justice.

Zhang Biao arrived at the square, took a deep look at the stone statue of Xiezhi, and then came outside the hall, clasped his fists and said loudly: "The humble Zhang Biao, the rest period is over, come here to take orders."

"come in."

In the hall, a peaceful voice sounded.

Zhang Biao didn't talk nonsense, and led his men into the hall.

In the main hall, many people have already stood.

The six gates have branch yamen in each state, but there is a fixed number of head arrests in the main hall. There are 72 head arresters with bronze medals and 36 head arresters with silver medals, implying that heaven and earth are evil.

There are 12 people in the gold medal god catcher, implying the 12th day of the Yuan Dynasty, and they are six-door signboards, all of which are famous in the world.

Of course, the people in the main hall have sufficient qualifications and will be sent to various states to do business, which is also a necessary condition for promotion.

Like Zhang Biao, if he wants to be promoted to a silver medal headhunter, he will inevitably have to go out and complete a few major cases.

Therefore, there were less than half of the people in the hall, and the gold medal hunters were not present.

In the main hall, the atmosphere is a bit dignified at this time.

Guo An glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "The killing religion is a serious problem for my confidantes. I have received definite news that they have sneaked into Yujing City secretly."

"This seat has sent several gods to investigate this matter secretly, but the Autumn Kitchen Festival is approaching, and there will be temple fairs in every town and city, and the emperor will also come to Tianshui Lake to have fun with the people in person. If something goes wrong, no one can afford it."

"You can't slack off on the night patrol. The emperor has summoned me to go to the palace. This matter will be arranged by Huo Feng. If there is any violation of the order, it will be dealt with by military law!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and left the hall.

At the same time, a one-eyed, gloomy man also stepped up to the high platform, and ordered people to unfold the huge "Map of Yujing City", and said in a deep voice:

"One hundred and eight squares in the capital, there are more than 40 bronze-medal headhunters staying in the main altar, 20 people form a team, each person is responsible for five squares, every three days..."

Zhang Biao looked at the stage expressionlessly.

This person is Huo Feng, who is known as the one-eyed gun. He is the most experienced silver medal headhunter. He has handled many major cases and is famous among the public.

After his father's death, the seat of the God of the Gold Medal has been vacant, and Huo Feng is the most powerful contender.

Night watch is not a good job.

The silver medal headhunters are already in the middle of the six doors, and almost all of them have a lot of cases in their hands, so the task of night patrol is all handed over to the bronze medal headhunters.

To put it bluntly, it is exhausting.

Following Huo Feng's arrangement one by one, his name was finally called.

"Zhang Biao!"

"I am humble!"

"Your family lives in Anzhenfang, and the surrounding Chengshan, Zhaoguo, Daye, and Lanling four squares will be managed together."

"There are a few Taoist monasteries there, and there are many Jianghu monks and Taoists who have placed orders. Find an opportunity to find out the details..."

"Impressive order!"

A morning meeting lasted for half an hour.

After the meeting, Zhang Biao was about to leave, but he saw Wang Butou coming forward a few steps, and Tong Tong said to him in a low voice: "Biaozi, you won't be angry with Uncle Wang, will you?"

Zhang Biao shook his head and said, "Uncle Wang, you are doing it for my own good, how can you blame me?"

"That's right."

Wang Butou nodded in satisfaction, and sighed: "People, you must be content and happy, and live a lifetime, and peace is a blessing."

"The old man has been in Yujing City for decades, and he has seen a lot of high-rise buildings, banquets, and family ruins. Only by pretending to be confused can he live for a long time."

"Don't think that the Li family is in power now, but they are all rootless. A word from the emperor can make him happy, and a word can also ruin his family."

"Li's residence has provoked a lot of people. Look who will stand out and avoid the edge for the time being. On the day of the accident, the wall will be thrown down by thousands of people! It's not too late to vent your anger."

Zhang Biao said calmly, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I really have figured it out."

Wang Butou nodded and said, "Just figure it out."

"Also, after a while, my little grandson will be full moon, and your aunt will remind you that you must go to the family banquet!"

"Of course, congratulations, Uncle Wang."

"Remember, be careful when your aunt beats you!"

While speaking, the two of them had gone out of six doors,

Wang Catcher was in a good mood, he laughed, twirling the iron fan of his weapon behind his back, shaking his head and humming in a low voice: "I'm just an idler, and I'm going back to the river and snow at dusk..."

Looking at the short and fat figure going away, Zhang Biao was silent for a moment, told Tie and Wang to meet up at night, and then walked towards Anzhenfang.

…………

When I got home, it was past noon.

Zhang Biao is still making decoctions and practicing kung fu.

After returning from Tuwan Village, perhaps because he was exhausted in the spirit world, he broke down and stood up. He could clearly feel that his progress had accelerated a lot.

Originally, a decoction can be used for two or three days.

Today, one day is not enough.

In the autumn rain, the light of the sword flickered, his whole body was boiling with energy and blood, and his skin was flushed, as if a force was brewing, and it took a long time to subside gradually.

Before I knew it, the sky darkened.

In the distance, frost condensed on the ground, and the footprints became more and more obvious, motionless in the rain.

Zhang Biao already had some guesses in his mind.

After the ghost is formed, it will retain some consciousness due to obsession, so when in the spirit world, even if Grandma Wu followed him, she would not have too much malice, and would even help guide the way.

But this remaining consciousness will not exist for long, just like now, he can clearly feel the coldness behind his back is stronger, even with a little malice.

If he still knows how to think, he might go crazy in the execution ground, let alone have evil thoughts towards him.

However, Zhang Biao did not look back.

He just looked at the horizontal knife in his hand, letting the raindrops splash on the blade, the bright light was slightly cold, and the killing intent lingered.

"Grandma Wu, I understand."

"Are you going to tell me that Xiao San ran out..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, staring at the footprints on the frost, the eyes of spiritual vision were working.

魆 (Yellow Grade [-])
1. The dead who fell into the spiritual world due to despair, with resentment and obsession with the living, continue to sink in the dark.

2. The 魆 can travel between two worlds, and when it is strong, it can melt into the darkness, manipulate the shadows to kill people, and will also be afraid of the sun and flames.

3. Beware of ghost hands in the dark...

4. He is still alive!

(End of this chapter)