Yan Huan was not very satisfied with the fear and chaos he had created overnight.
He did have plenty of time, and as a dragon god, he had plenty of resources at his disposal, but he devoted himself to Liu Fuguang, and being able to spare even a little effort was a great effort of his life. Although he had used a little trick to make the people of the city tremble in fear and drown in the terror of death, he was too greedy and didn't know how to stop when he saw the good.
It can only be said that Yan Huan's character has been like this since he was young. When the immortals were still painstakingly teaching him what "no pain, no gain" meant, he had already vowed in his heart to trample the nonsense that hard work will be rewarded under his feet.
The two men disguised themselves as ordinary travelers in a hurry and did not encounter much questioning when entering the city. This was because the people in the city were in a panic. Everyone was afraid of the unknown brutal and evil ghost and wanted to close the door tightly and stay in their safe homes until the end of time. No one dared to make trouble at this critical juncture.
Liu Fuguang glanced at Yan Huan and said, "You did it."
"I did it," Yan Huan smiled slightly. If one didn't see it with his own eyes, he would never believe that the evil Dragon God could show a gentle and demure expression like a lady. "Don't worry, no one died, it was just an illusion."
To the gods, what difference does it make whether it is an illusion or reality? But since he was willing to do so, Liu Fuguang naturally didn't say much.
"It's the same with the people in the city," Liu Fuguang observed the faces of the few people on the street, "They look extremely tired, but their spirits are intact."
Yan Huan said: "The essence nourishes the spirit, and the soft nourishes the muscles. These people all look like their yang energy has been sucked dry, but their souls are intact. This is interesting."
"Let's go," Liu Fuguang said, "Let's go see the city lord here."
With the tragedy as a prelude, they were able to enter the government office openly and recommend themselves to the local officials with confidence.
Liu Fuguang explained the doubts and unusual aspects of the murder case to his staff. He claimed to be a Taoist priest who had traveled around the world and came to Wancheng, where he found that the place was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
"There are many people in the world who deceive the world and steal their reputations." In order to prove his identity, Liu Fuguang's fingers flashed with spiritual light and released a small magic. "I will use this as evidence. I hope you will believe me."
In fact, he didn't need any magic. As soon as he showed up, his staff already had admiration in their eyes. When he spoke, they were even more impressed. Words are invisible weapons. For those who listen, the best words are like fragrant flowers to bees and fresh meat to hungry ghosts.
When he opens his mouth, the country may be ruined or destroyed in just a thought.
"Captain," the staff member hurried into the inner room to meet his overwhelmed boss, "Two wandering Taoist priests have come from outside and are capable of solving this hanging corpse murder case..."
The captain led the Wancheng soldiers and had thousands of people under his command. He and several deputy captains had to report directly to the city lord on all matters in and outside the city. The murder case was not solved, and rumors were rampant. Every word was like a slap in his face. In his opinion, death was a small matter. The problem was that the death of this person was too extraordinary and too horrifying. If it implicated other cities and triggered a chain reaction, it would not be something that a small captain like him could resolve.