Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

"Fubao wants to go over, please make way for him." Zhang Erde was walking in front. He had a fierce-looking face, with a muscular body and a strong body. He pushed the people in front of him aside.

The person who was pushed away wanted to get angry, but when he saw it was Zhang Erde, his anger was instantly extinguished.

They were not afraid of Zhang Erde, but of the man behind Zhang Fubao.

Ever since Zhang Fubao brought Master Xiao back to the village, anyone who offended Zhang Fubao would have a bad ending.

With Zhang Erde paving the way, Zhang Fubao reached the front smoothly. Zhang Dade was frightened once, so he hid behind the crowd and didn't dare to get closer.

"Ah!!" Zhang Fubao was so frightened when he saw the scene of Zhao Tianquan being killed that he cried out.

Because Zhao Tianquan's death was so horrific, the villagers were scared half to death even if they just watched from afar.

So no one touched the scene, and what Zhang Fubao saw was the original scene.

"It's impossible. There can't be ghosts in the world. There can't be ghosts."

Zhang Fubao tried his best to refute the fact that there was a ghost, but he witnessed Zhao Tianquan's death with his own eyes.

In addition, what Zhang Dade and Zhang Ergui said had already made her heart waver a little.

"Muramasa is here."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone consciously made way.

A man in his forties came surrounded by the crowd. He was wearing a scholar's robe made of brocade, which formed a sharp contrast with the low-quality cloth clothes of the people around him.

"Lord Muramasa, it's your turn to come out." The fat man following closely behind Muramasa spoke in a humble tone with a flattering tone in his words.

"Someone has died here. The villagers say there is a ghost causing trouble and they insist that you, Muramasa, come over."

The fat man spoke with disdain for these villagers. Normally, they would just bury the dead directly, but this time they actually made a fuss about it to the village chief.

If there weren't so many people, they would have been beaten back directly.

"Ahem... Nonsense. I've never seen a ghost in my life, and now someone dies and you tell me it was a ghost."

Muramasa snorted coldly, and the people around him were like quails, not daring to speak, and Zhang Fubao was pulled aside by Zhang Erde.

"Muramasa is right. These country folk are too ignorant to actually think that it was a demon that killed someone." The fat man nodded and bowed, agreeing with what Muramasa said.

But the next moment they were speechless. Murakami had experienced all kinds of bloody scenes, but when he saw Zhao Tianquan's body, especially this unrecognizable body smiling at him, he got goose bumps all over his body.

"Who is the deceased? Who is the first eyewitness?"

As soon as Muramasa asked, someone came forward to flatter him and said, "Master Muramasa, the dead are Zhao Dagang's son and his wife. He said this morning with blood all over his face that there was a ghost, and we just found out about it now."

"Where's Zhao Dagang? Go get him." Muramasa looked intimidating without getting angry and asked someone to call Zhao Dagang.

Zhao Dagang, who was called in, still looked frightened.

He washed his face and changed his clothes, but he looked listless.

"Zhao Dagang, did your son and daughter-in-law die last night? How do you know for sure that it was a ghost who killed them? What were you doing last night?"

"I...I...last night my daughter-in-law was boiling water in the kitchen, and then there was a scream. Then my son went to check, and there was also a scream. Then I went to check, and fainted when I opened the door." Zhao Dagang recalled the scene yesterday, with a look of fear on his face: "It was done by a ghost, definitely a ghost..."

Muramasa continued to inquire: "So, it was only you, your son, and your daughter-in-law who were there last night, and no one else?"

"Yes, it is."

"Take Zhao Dagang to the county government office. Zhao Dagang is the murderer."

The village chief gave an order as soon as Zhao Dagang finished speaking, and several strong men who came with him immediately lifted Zhao Dagang up.

"No, no, no... I didn't. It was a ghost. It really was a ghost. How could I kill my own son?"

Zhao Dagang was panicking at this moment. He had been frightened last night, his son had died, and now he was being treated as a murderer. He was about to collapse.

"Who knows, maybe you are that kind of person." Muramasa spoke with an irresistible aura, "You said it was a ghost, and that ghost killed your son and daughter-in-law, why did you just let it go?"

"I looked left and right and found that there was nothing special about you. There is only one conclusion: you killed the person."

The more Muramasa spoke, the more he realized that this was the truth. The villagers around him also thought it made sense and began to whisper to themselves.

Zhang Fubao also muttered to himself: "Yes, yes, there are no ghosts in the world. Zhang Dagang killed the man himself..."

"Believe me, it was really a ghost who did it..."

Zhao Dagang had no way to defend himself. No matter how much he explained, no one believed him.

Just like Zhang Qiuniang back then.

"Whether it was a ghost or not, you should go and tell the county magistrate and see if he will believe your lies."

“No…it’s really a ghost…it’s a ghost…”

Xie Lang, who was floating in the air, watched the whole show and looked coldly at Zhao Dagang who was being carried away below.

…………

Night falls in the county prison.

In this dynasty, the punishment for parents killing their children was very light, and if they killed their children for the crime of being unfilial or disobedient, they were not guilty.

However, the deaths of Zhao Tianquan and Wang Cuihua were very tragic. The county magistrate did not know what crime to charge them with, and had already reported the matter to his higher authorities.

Now Zhao Dagang is just being held in jail.

"It was really done by a ghost, it was really done by a ghost..."

The prison only lit a few oil lamps in the corridor to facilitate the duty of the yamen runners. Zhao Dagang kept shouting in the prison that it was a ghost who did it. The yamen runners and other prisoners thought Zhao Dagang was crazy.

So I ignored it.

Suddenly, the oil lamp in the corridor flashed a few times, turning from yellow light to dazzling red light.

"Ghost... a ghost is coming... there really is a ghost."

When Zhao Dagang saw this scene, his heart immediately sank. He looked at the red oil lamps in the aisle with fear, his eyes filled with despair.

Inside the prison, except for Zhao Dagang, all the other runners and prisoners fell directly to the ground, so no one responded to Zhao Dagang's screams.

"no no……"

Zhao Dagang looked at everything around him in horror, and was so frightened that he curled up in a corner of the cell.

"Hahahahahahaha..." A burst of strange laughter was heard, which seemed very abrupt in the quiet cell.

Zhao Dagang watched as a head appeared outside the prison door.

The face of the head was very pale, its ears and nose were gone, and its empty eyes were dripping with blood, staring at Zhao Dagang.

There was a lot of blood flowing from his mouth, and his smile was very strange and twisted, and he made a laughing sound.

It's terrifying no matter how you look at it.

Zhao Dagang's face turned pale in an instant, as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Terror filled his whole body.

"Zhao Dagang, I'm here to see you."

The head passed through the prison door directly without any obstruction, and the next moment, it rushed to Zhao Dagang.

"what!!!"

Zhao Dagang simply closed his eyes, and his screams of fear echoed throughout the cell.

After a long time, Zhao Dagang found that he was fine and thought that the head had disappeared, so he slowly opened his eyes again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a human head only one centimeter away from him.

"Hehehe...you're scared." The head continued to smile at him strangely, opened its bloody mouth and bit off one of his arms.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, he frowned, spit his arm onto Zhao Dagang, and said aggrievedly, "It tastes terrible."

"Ahhhhhhh..." The intense pain made Zhao Dagang sweat profusely and his whole body shook like a sieve.

Then he saw clearly that the face of the head was Zhang Qiuniang.

So, it was Zhang Qiuniang who came to claim his life.

"You are the one who created this look of mine yourself. Why, are you scared now?" Xie Lang looked at Zhao Dagang's fear of her with satisfaction, and then began to mock him in a sinister tone.

"No, no, no... Qiu Niang, I was wrong. Please let me go. You have already killed my son. Our grudge has been cancelled."

Fear had spread throughout Zhao Dagang's body. He ignored his bleeding arm and kept begging for mercy towards Xie Lang.

"Forgive you? The pain you inflicted on Zhang Qiuniang could not be compensated even by slow slicing, yet you still have the nerve to beg for mercy."

Xie Lang didn't understand why the other party was so shameless. Since the other party was so thick-skinned, shouldn't he just take it off?

Thinking of this, Xie Lang smiled even more strangely.

But in Zhao Dagang's eyes, this smile was a call to his life.