Chapter 252: Killing the Emperor, Beheading the National Teacher!

Lai Yong is dead.

But Old man Lu and even the villagers didn't choose to report to the government, which made Xu Qing feel a bit unreasonable.

"This person died from a gambling curse, which counts as heavenly condemnation. Even if you report to the government, it won't hinder anything. Maybe you can recover some gambling money. Are you really not reporting to the government?"

Xu Qing was planning to find trouble with the County Magistrate of Ningxian. If he reported to the government, he might be able to see what kind of goods this county master was on the way.

But the people here seem to be far less fond of excitement than the people in Jinmen.

"Mr. Xu, go slowly!" A kind villager reminded: "Ningxian is not like other places. Other things in this area can be said, but only gambling and whoring cannot be reported to the government."

Just as Xu Qing drove the car away from the crowd, a villager standing in the shade of the alley wall watching the excitement suddenly said this to him.

"How do you say that?"

The villager hesitated, looking like he was keeping a secret.

Xu Qing remained calm and drove the funeral car out of the village. After the car had gone a distance, he let Old man Lu wait by the road, and he turned around with Xuanyu and returned to the village.

After finding the villager who had only said half of what he said, Xu Qing blocked him in the corner.

A young man and a young girl, clearly looking like a harmless combination, but the villager shrouded in the shadow felt an aura more terrifying than facing bandits.

"The stack of banknotes in my hand is no less than ten thousand taels. Tell me everything you know, and this money is yours. But if you don't tell the truth... Xuanyu!"

Hearing Xu Qing call her name, the young girl didn't say a word. The sword pill she had been playing with flashed with cold light, and the small tree next to her was already bare, leaving only branches.

"Ouch! Two masters, if you really have the ability, go find trouble with that fox spirit, why bully me..."

"Fox spirit?" Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and said: "Tell me the whole story from beginning to end!"

The villager was trembling and didn't dare to hide it. After the other party finished the cause and effect, Xu Qing had a rough judgment in his heart.

This villager's name is Ning Erlang, and he was originally a regular visitor to the famous flower building "Miaoying Pavilion" in Ningxian.

Ning Erlang claimed that he had a tiger's back and a bee's waist a few years ago, and his figure was slender, far from the appearance of a sick ghost today.

And the reason he became like this was because of that Miaoying Pavilion.

When Xu Qing heard this, he didn't care. Not to mention a strong man with a tiger's back and a bee's waist, even the Marshal Tianpeng who knew the art of fierce battle would probably lose a few pounds of meat after living in a brothel for a few years.

Lust is a bone-scraping steel knife, this is not a joke!

When Ning Erlang first arrived at Miaoying Pavilion, he was favored by the top card in the pavilion. The two were like glue and lacquer, and they made a private promise for life, just waiting to save enough money for redemption to form a good marriage.

But in the second year, when they had saved enough money and the woman had reached the age of combing, Ning Erlang discovered something wrong.

The woman who had paid the ransom the day before was unwilling to leave Miaoying Pavilion the next day.

Ning Erlang went to question the top card. Unexpectedly, before the words were spoken, the woman took off her clothes and forcibly completed the ceremony of the Duke of Zhou with him.

What is this?

When Ning Erlang came to the pavilion again the next day, the woman still avoided answering his questions. On this day, Ning Erlang's legs were soft for three days.

In the following months, Ning Erlang got used to the woman's service. Although he still felt like a dream, a bit unreal, this feeling made him very obsessed.

Until one day, Ning Erlang, who was lingering in the county, met a fellow villager and friend in the inn.

When the two met, Ning Erlang greeted first, but the other party showed a puzzled expression, as if he didn't know him.

"I am the second son of the Ning family. You haven't seen me for only two months, why don't you recognize me?"

The man was shocked when he heard this: "Are you Brother Ning? After a few days of not seeing you, why are you so haggard?"

Haggard?

Ning Erlang was confused and didn't understand what his friend was talking about. Until he raised his arm and saw his thin, stick-like forearm and his hand with clear finger joints, he realized in horror.

"My body..."

Ning Erlang stumbled to the counter, picked up the copper mirror placed on the inn counter, and looked at it. He saw the person in the mirror with blue lips and a sallow complexion, the whole person like a withered bone in a grave.

"Brother Ning, don't delay any longer. Uncle and Aunt have been looking for you for a long time. I came to the county this time entrusted by the two elders, but I didn't expect you to become like this, otherwise I wouldn't have failed to recognize you after meeting several times!"

Ning Erlang's head was dizzy, and he subconsciously replied: "Okay, I will go home tomorrow, but before I go back, I need to tell the little lady..."

However, as soon as the words fell, Ning Erlang fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

That night, in Miaoying Pavilion.

Ning Erlang paced anxiously: "Why is Miss Miaoyan not in the pavilion today?"

Just as Ning Erlang was looking forward to the stars and the moon, laughter from a man suddenly came from the small courtyard in front of Miss Miaoyan's attic.

"My beloved concubine, I have taken the immortal medicine refined by the Immortal Master Bai Yun himself today. You can't refuse anymore!"

"Oh! It's so shameful, the National Teacher and the ministers are still outside, Your Majesty is not afraid of people hearing it."

"What are you afraid of? These four hundred miles around Ningxian are my world. Even if they heard it, what can they do?"

Ning Erlang heard the familiar woman's laughter and felt suspicious. He floated forward a few steps, stepped over the moon-shaped door, and saw the County Magistrate of Ningxian hugging his little lady and being intimate there.

Who can stand this!

Ning Erlang's eyes turned green, and he was not calm at the time. This is not bullying an honest person!

He rolled up his sleeves and walked inside with weak steps. However, before he approached the two, Miss Miaoyan gave a clear shout. The next moment, a demon wind struck. Ning Erlang only saw a mixed-hair fox wearing Miss Miaoyan's clothes, and on the other's head was a human skull cap.

Ning Erlang looked at the skull cap, but could recognize at a glance that it was Miss Miaoyan's skull.

The biting demon wind blew, and Ning Erlang felt that he was as light as a chicken feather, and was blown out of the attic in the blink of an eye.

In the attic courtyard, Yang Mingchun asked in surprise: "There is an assassin? Come here..."

Yang Mingchun's words were not shouted out, and he was covered by Miss Miaoyan.

"Your Majesty, don't panic, it's just a sick ghost, and I have already driven him away."

"My beloved concubine is truly a heroine who does not let her eyebrows down. When I unify the world one day, my beloved concubine will be the queen of the country!"

In the corner of the alley, Xu Qing listened to Ning Erlang tell his past.

"The County Magistrate calls himself the Emperor in private, the gambling house in the county is managed by the National Teacher, and the flower building is Miss Miaoyan... No! It is not Miss Miaoyan, it is transformed by that fox spirit. If it weren't for its temptation to use the skin to charm me, how could I be so haggard."

"It's a pity that the real Miss Miaoyan was probably harmed by the fox demon on the day of redemption. Now the fox demon is wearing Miss Miaoyan's skull cap, and I don't know how many people will be harmed."

Ning Erlang paced in the dark alley, sometimes beating his chest and feet, sometimes anxious. Xu Qing saw that he couldn't ask for other useful information, so he simply burned the ten thousand tael denomination paper money he promised to the other party.

"Thank you, sir, for your mercy. May the sir have a long life and deep blessings..."

Xu Qing, who had just turned to the alley, almost couldn't help but come back and give this sick ghost a kick.

I kindly burned paper for you, why are you still cursing people in return!

If a zombie has a lifespan, is it still called a zombie?

Walking out of the alley, Xu Qing happened to see the door of the neighbor's house open. Inside, people wearing hemp and filial piety posted a "door report" on the door, on which the name and age of the deceased person in this family were written.

Xu Qing glanced at it and happened to see Ning Erlang's name.

On the way to the North Cliff for the funeral, Old man Lu was still a little worried. After all, Xu Qing was a master from another place, and cliff burial was too much for an outsider with no experience.

However, when Old man Lu saw Xu Qing using the familiar corpse-carrying technique, skillfully shouting the slogans of carrying the corpse, climbing the mountain, and burying, the old man had the illusion that his son had returned.

"Is it really the first time the little master has performed a cliff burial for someone?"

Xu Qing nodded.

Old man Lu said incredulously: "Chunsheng also liked to take this road when he performed cliff burials for people in the past, and your corpse-carrying technique is exactly the same..."

Xu Qing was not panicked when he heard this. He smiled calmly: "Old man, don't worry. With Chunsheng always explaining carefully to me, it is natural that some practices will be similar. This is not strange."

"..."

You call this not strange? Old man Lu was dumbfounded: "Can you see Chunsheng?"

"I could see him before, but now dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Once the coffin lid is closed, I can't see him anymore."

What Xu Qing said was half true and half false. He did see Lu Chunsheng's ghost, but it was before the funeral, not at this moment.

"Good girl, tell Grandpa, can you see Chunsheng?" ===== CHAPTER 253 =====