Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and neatly folded it aside. He glanced at Yang Qiande and said, "I'll do it myself. I'm afraid your hands will dirty me."
"I guess you can't take it out either."
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
Chen Xiaochen raised his trembling hands to reach the top of his head, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly became trance-like. Yang Qiande, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly flew out. The chair shattered into sawdust. He hit the wall hard and lost his breath for a moment.
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
"Won't."
"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
He waved someone to bring a chair over, and sat next to Principal Chen, looking at him with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's get started."
"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It was you who came to me with your eldest son and asked me to accept him as my disciple, right?"
The knife stabbed An Zheng's back as if it were stabbed on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bones were directly broken by the force of the shock. A broken bone poked out from the flesh, and the white bones were still hung with meat strands.
"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"
The knife stabbed An Zheng's back as if it were stabbed on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bones were directly broken by the force of the shock. A broken bone poked out from the flesh, and the white bones were still hung with meat strands.
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
Chen Xiaochen raised his trembling hands to reach the top of his head, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly became trance-like. Yang Qiande, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly flew out. The chair shattered into sawdust. He hit the wall hard and lost his breath for a moment.
An Zheng used his right hand to grab Yang Qiansheng and threw him in front of him. He raised his other foot and stepped on him.
"Won't."
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
An Zheng walked slowly to the side of Yang Qiande who landed on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and sat down in the middle of the living room. He stepped on Yang Qiande's back with one foot and yanked his hand upwards. He grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and pulled it up. Yang Qiande was lying on his stomach, and his back was stepped on. This pull almost broke his spine. Yang Qiande woke up from the severe pain, screamed and began to struggle.
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
Yang Huishan shouted loudly: "Go and open a granary and give him the food!"
"Are you anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use your hair. Let's just say one bone weighs ten thousand kilograms. It's easy to calculate."
After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not meet up with Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to go back to the Ministry of War. An Zheng walked through the streets and alleys, and a few minutes later arrived at the Ministry of Justice, which was not very far away. The door of the Criminal Department was closed tightly, and An Zheng kicked it open.
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, raised his head and glanced at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have raised some good sons."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, raised his head and glanced at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have raised some good sons."
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"Oh, go get the food."
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
Yang Qiande was pretending to be faint, so he screamed in fright and struggled like crazy.
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
"Yes... yes, part of the grain in the Beishan Granary is in my private warehouse. I will give it to you."
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
"You... who are you!"
"No, I am An Zheng."
An Zheng stretched out his hand again and broke one of Yang Qiansheng's ribs with a click. When he pulled it out, there was still a large piece of meat. He threw the ribs at the foot of Yang Huishan: "It's 20,000 kilograms, look at the weight."
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
Yang Huishan stood up with a pale face, pointed at An Zheng and asked angrily.
An Zheng said as he walked: "They will immediately summon all the practitioners in their family after I leave, and then contact the families and sects of my friends. They will wait for me to come back and then kill me."
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
"Won't."
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
Dang!
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and neatly folded it aside. He glanced at Yang Qiande and said, "I'll do it myself. I'm afraid your hands will dirty me."
"I really understand now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked the way for so many of you to get rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between two people at all, but a big situation that was inevitable. . You all feel that the existence of Mingfa Division makes you uncomfortable, so once an opportunity arises to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate tacitly. "
An Zheng pointed at Yang Qiansheng: "His bones haven't been removed yet."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
Yang Huishan shouted loudly: "Go and open a granary and give him the food!"
"Help me count, count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It was you who came to me with your eldest son and asked me to accept him as my disciple, right?"
He pulled off a lot of Yang Qiande's hair and handed it to Chen Xiaochen, who turned pale with fright: "Count it!"
An Zheng reached out and stabbed Yang Qiansheng's back with a pop. He grabbed out a bloody spine and threw it at Yang Huishan's feet: "It's ten thousand kilograms."
"Fang...an..."
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
Yang Huishan trembled and almost breathed away, feeling that the guy in front of him was not a person at all, but a demon.
"I really understand now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked the way for so many of you to get rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between two people at all, but a big situation that was inevitable. . You all feel that the existence of Mingfa Division makes you uncomfortable, so once an opportunity arises to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate tacitly. "
An Zheng said as he walked: "They will immediately summon all the practitioners in their family after I leave, and then contact the families and sects of my friends. They will wait for me to come back and then kill me."
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
Yang Huishan stood up with a pale face, pointed at An Zheng and asked angrily.
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
Chen Xiaochen took it with trembling hands. His bloody hair was all stuck together, making it difficult to count. Yang Qiande screamed in pain, his whole body twisted. He slapped the floor with both hands desperately, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Give you food! Give it all to you! I beg you to fucking stop pulling, it hurts me to death... I count you 50,000 kilograms of food." Can it be done? I beg you, can it be done?”
Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and neatly folded it aside. He glanced at Yang Qiande and said, "I'll do it myself. I'm afraid your hands will dirty me."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
"No, I am An Zheng."
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
An Zheng stood up: "Before dark, I don't care what method you use to transport all the grain in your home outside the city. I will come and check it. If I find that there is still a grain of grain in your warehouse... I will Let me cut you off. You are already very old, can you have another one?"
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."
An Zheng said as he walked: "They will immediately summon all the practitioners in their family after I leave, and then contact the families and sects of my friends. They will wait for me to come back and then kill me."
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
The knife stabbed An Zheng's back as if it were stabbed on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bones were directly broken by the force of the shock. A broken bone poked out from the flesh, and the white bones were still hung with meat strands.
An Zheng stretched out his hand again and broke one of Yang Qiansheng's ribs with a click. When he pulled it out, there was still a large piece of meat. He threw the ribs at the foot of Yang Huishan: "It's 20,000 kilograms, look at the weight."
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
The knife stabbed An Zheng's back as if it were stabbed on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bones were directly broken by the force of the shock. A broken bone poked out from the flesh, and the white bones were still hung with meat strands.
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
"Help me count, count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
"You... who are you!"
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and neatly folded it aside. He glanced at Yang Qiande and said, "I'll do it myself. I'm afraid your hands will dirty me."
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
"You... who are you!"
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"Oh, go get the food."
"Yes... yes, part of the grain in the Beishan Granary is in my private warehouse. I will give it to you."
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
An Zheng stretched out his hand again and broke one of Yang Qiansheng's ribs with a click. When he pulled it out, there was still a large piece of meat. He threw the ribs at the foot of Yang Huishan: "It's 20,000 kilograms, look at the weight."
"No, I am An Zheng."
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
Dang!
An Zheng pointed at Yang Qiansheng: "His bones haven't been removed yet."
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
"I really understand now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked the way for so many of you to get rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between two people at all, but a big situation that was inevitable. . You all feel that the existence of Mingfa Division makes you uncomfortable, so once an opportunity arises to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate tacitly. "
An Zheng stepped down and all the bones in Yang Qiande's body burst out.
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
Yang Huishan trembled and almost breathed away, feeling that the guy in front of him was not a person at all, but a demon.
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
"Won't."
Dang!
"Fang...an..."
Dang!
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
Dang!
The knife stabbed An Zheng's back as if it were stabbed on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bones were directly broken by the force of the shock. A broken bone poked out from the flesh, and the white bones were still hung with meat strands.
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"Oh, go get the food."
"Yes... yes, part of the grain in the Beishan Granary is in my private warehouse. I will give it to you."
An Zheng stood up: "Before dark, I don't care what method you use to transport all the grain in your home outside the city. I will come and check it. If I find that there is still a grain of grain in your warehouse... I will Let me cut you off. You are already very old, can you have another one?"
An Zheng used his right hand to grab Yang Qiansheng and threw him in front of him. He raised his other foot and stepped on him.
Chen Xiaochen took it with trembling hands. His bloody hair was all stuck together, making it difficult to count. Yang Qiande screamed in pain, his whole body twisted. He slapped the floor with both hands desperately, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Give you food! Give it all to you! I beg you to fucking stop pulling, it hurts me to death... I count you 50,000 kilograms of food." Can it be done? I beg you, can it be done?”
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
"I guess you can't take it out either."
"Are you anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use your hair. Let's just say one bone weighs ten thousand kilograms. It's easy to calculate."
"No, I am An Zheng."
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
"But one hundred thousand catties is not enough."
An Zheng reached out and stabbed Yang Qiansheng's back with a pop. He grabbed out a bloody spine and threw it at Yang Huishan's feet: "It's ten thousand kilograms."
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
"I really understand now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked the way for so many of you to get rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between two people at all, but a big situation that was inevitable. . You all feel that the existence of Mingfa Division makes you uncomfortable, so once an opportunity arises to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate tacitly. "
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
An Zheng stepped down and all the bones in Yang Qiande's body burst out.
He waved someone to bring a chair over, and sat next to Principal Chen, looking at him with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's get started."
"I guess you can't take it out either."
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
Yang Huishan trembled and almost breathed away, feeling that the guy in front of him was not a person at all, but a demon.
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"Oh, go get the food."
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
The knife stabbed An Zheng's back as if it were stabbed on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bones were directly broken by the force of the shock. A broken bone poked out from the flesh, and the white bones were still hung with meat strands.
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
"Are you anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use your hair. Let's just say one bone weighs ten thousand kilograms. It's easy to calculate."
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
Yang Huishan shouted loudly: "Go and open a granary and give him the food!"
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
Yang Qiande was pretending to be faint, so he screamed in fright and struggled like crazy.
"But one hundred thousand catties is not enough."
"No, I am An Zheng."
Yang Huishan wailed and said: "Give it to you, give it all to you."
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
"Won't."
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."
"You... who are you!"
An Zheng stretched out his hand again and broke one of Yang Qiansheng's ribs with a click. When he pulled it out, there was still a large piece of meat. He threw the ribs at the foot of Yang Huishan: "It's 20,000 kilograms, look at the weight."
An Zheng used his right hand to grab Yang Qiansheng and threw him in front of him. He raised his other foot and stepped on him.
"Let's go, let's go... I'm leaving now."
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
An Zheng pointed at Yang Qiansheng: "His bones haven't been removed yet."
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
Yang Huishan shouted loudly: "Go and open a granary and give him the food!"
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
"I am more murderous now, because I am becoming more and more lazy to reason. Because I find that reasoning with unreasonable people is a very stupid thing, so it is better to be more straightforward. The reason why you can dominate Fu, it's because you make those ordinary people afraid of you, right? This is what I want to do."
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, raised his head and glanced at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have raised some good sons."
"Won't."
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
An Zheng walked slowly to the side of Yang Qiande who landed on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and sat down in the middle of the living room. He stepped on Yang Qiande's back with one foot and yanked his hand upwards. He grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and pulled it up. Yang Qiande was lying on his stomach, and his back was stepped on. This pull almost broke his spine. Yang Qiande woke up from the severe pain, screamed and began to struggle.
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
He pulled off a lot of Yang Qiande's hair and handed it to Chen Xiaochen, who turned pale with fright: "Count it!"
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
"I am more murderous now, because I am becoming more and more lazy to reason. Because I find that reasoning with unreasonable people is a very stupid thing, so it is better to be more straightforward. The reason why you can dominate Fu, it's because you make those ordinary people afraid of you, right? This is what I want to do."
"Help me count, count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
An Zheng pointed at Yang Qiansheng: "His bones haven't been removed yet."
Yang Huishan wailed and said: "Give it to you, give it all to you."
Chen Xiaochen took it with trembling hands. His bloody hair was all stuck together, making it difficult to count. Yang Qiande screamed in pain, his whole body twisted. He slapped the floor with both hands desperately, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Give you food! Give it all to you! I beg you to fucking stop pulling, it hurts me to death... I count you 50,000 kilograms of food." Can it be done? I beg you, can it be done?”
Chen Xiaochen raised his trembling hands to reach the top of his head, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly became trance-like. Yang Qiande, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly flew out. The chair shattered into sawdust. He hit the wall hard and lost his breath for a moment.
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
"Are you anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use your hair. Let's just say one bone weighs ten thousand kilograms. It's easy to calculate."
After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not meet up with Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to go back to the Ministry of War. An Zheng walked through the streets and alleys, and a few minutes later arrived at the Ministry of Justice, which was not very far away. The door of the Criminal Department was closed tightly, and An Zheng kicked it open.
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
Yang Qiande was pretending to be faint, so he screamed in fright and struggled like crazy.
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
"No, I am An Zheng."
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
An Zheng walked slowly to the side of Yang Qiande who landed on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and sat down in the middle of the living room. He stepped on Yang Qiande's back with one foot and yanked his hand upwards. He grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and pulled it up. Yang Qiande was lying on his stomach, and his back was stepped on. This pull almost broke his spine. Yang Qiande woke up from the severe pain, screamed and began to struggle.
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
"Let's go, let's go... I'm leaving now."
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
An Zheng used his right hand to grab Yang Qiansheng and threw him in front of him. He raised his other foot and stepped on him.
Dang!
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
Yang Huishan stood up with a pale face, pointed at An Zheng and asked angrily.
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
A minute later, the ground was full of injured people howling like ghosts and wolves, and An Zheng had already walked outside the door of Song Dodi, the Minister of Punishment.
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
"You... who are you!"
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
Yang Huishan wailed and said: "Give it to you, give it all to you."
Yang Qiande was pretending to be faint, so he screamed in fright and struggled like crazy.
"Fang...an..."
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
"Let's go, let's go... I'm leaving now."
Yang Huishan trembled and almost breathed away, feeling that the guy in front of him was not a person at all, but a demon.
"Yes... yes, part of the grain in the Beishan Granary is in my private warehouse. I will give it to you."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
Yang Huishan stood up with a pale face, pointed at An Zheng and asked angrily.
An Zheng walked slowly to the side of Yang Qiande who landed on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and sat down in the middle of the living room. He stepped on Yang Qiande's back with one foot and yanked his hand upwards. He grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and pulled it up. Yang Qiande was lying on his stomach, and his back was stepped on. This pull almost broke his spine. Yang Qiande woke up from the severe pain, screamed and began to struggle.
"But one hundred thousand catties is not enough."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not meet up with Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to go back to the Ministry of War. An Zheng walked through the streets and alleys, and a few minutes later arrived at the Ministry of Justice, which was not very far away. The door of the Criminal Department was closed tightly, and An Zheng kicked it open.
An Zheng used his right hand to grab Yang Qiansheng and threw him in front of him. He raised his other foot and stepped on him.
An Zheng pointed at Yang Qiansheng: "His bones haven't been removed yet."
"No, I am An Zheng."
"Oh, go get the food."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
"Help me count, count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."
"You... who are you!"
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
An Zheng pointed at Yang Qiansheng: "His bones haven't been removed yet."
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"Help me count, count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."
He stepped down, and all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body were shot out. In an instant, the bones were shot like bullets. The tables, chairs and benches were shattered a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were messed up. Yang Qiansheng's body went limp in an instant. All his bones were missing and his whole body was shriveled, like a mess of flesh. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your brother contributed millions of catties of grain, but you only contributed one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
Yang Qiande was pretending to be faint, so he screamed in fright and struggled like crazy.
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"Won't."
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
Yang Huishan wailed and said: "Give it to you, give it all to you."
"I guess you can't take it out either."
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
"No, I am An Zheng."
"Let's go, let's go... I'm leaving now."
"But one hundred thousand catties is not enough."
An Zheng stepped down and all the bones in Yang Qiande's body burst out.
Yang Huishan stood up with a pale face, pointed at An Zheng and asked angrily.
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
"I am more murderous now, because I am becoming more and more lazy to reason. Because I find that reasoning with unreasonable people is a very stupid thing, so it is better to be more straightforward. The reason why you can dominate Fu, it's because you make those ordinary people afraid of you, right? This is what I want to do."
"That's as much as fifty thousand kilograms."
An Zheng used his right hand to grab Yang Qiansheng and threw him in front of him. He raised his other foot and stepped on him.
As soon as he said that, Chen Xiaochen's hands shook even more violently, and it was impossible to separate the bloody hair. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope you can become more calm. You don't have the courage to do what you want to do. You are lucky this time. If I hadn't followed you, Even if you pull out all your hair, they still won't give you a grain of food. Are you making a deal with the devil? How can you get what you want in exchange for being a devil? It’s more appropriate for me to do it, because I’m the devil in their eyes.”
An Zheng stood up: "Before dark, I don't care what method you use to transport all the grain in your home outside the city. I will come and check it. If I find that there is still a grain of grain in your warehouse... I will Let me cut you off. You are already very old, can you have another one?"
"Let's go, let's go... I'm leaving now."
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It was you who came to me with your eldest son and asked me to accept him as my disciple, right?"
Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and neatly folded it aside. He glanced at Yang Qiande and said, "I'll do it myself. I'm afraid your hands will dirty me."
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"I really understand now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked the way for so many of you to get rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between two people at all, but a big situation that was inevitable. . You all feel that the existence of Mingfa Division makes you uncomfortable, so once an opportunity arises to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate tacitly. "
"Let's go, let's go... I'm leaving now."
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
Dang!
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, raised his head and glanced at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have raised some good sons."
"You... who are you!"
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
"Won't."
An Zheng walked slowly to the side of Yang Qiande who landed on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and sat down in the middle of the living room. He stepped on Yang Qiande's back with one foot and yanked his hand upwards. He grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and pulled it up. Yang Qiande was lying on his stomach, and his back was stepped on. This pull almost broke his spine. Yang Qiande woke up from the severe pain, screamed and began to struggle.
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
"Fang...an..."
"Won't."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
An Zheng handed the hair to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a very confused state. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He took the hair with trembling hands and counted in a trembling voice. After several minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."
Yang Huishan wailed and said: "Give it to you, give it all to you."
He pulled off a lot of Yang Qiande's hair and handed it to Chen Xiaochen, who turned pale with fright: "Count it!"
After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not meet up with Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to go back to the Ministry of War. An Zheng walked through the streets and alleys, and a few minutes later arrived at the Ministry of Justice, which was not very far away. The door of the Criminal Department was closed tightly, and An Zheng kicked it open.
An Zheng said as he walked: "They will immediately summon all the practitioners in their family after I leave, and then contact the families and sects of my friends. They will wait for me to come back and then kill me."
An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, raised his head and glanced at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have raised some good sons."
"You... who are you!"
"Won't."
"No, I am An Zheng."
Chen Xiaochen raised his trembling hands to reach the top of his head, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly became trance-like. Yang Qiande, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly flew out. The chair shattered into sawdust. He hit the wall hard and lost his breath for a moment.
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
"Help me count, count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."
"Are you anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use your hair. Let's just say one bone weighs ten thousand kilograms. It's easy to calculate."
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
An Zheng said as he walked: "They will immediately summon all the practitioners in their family after I leave, and then contact the families and sects of my friends. They will wait for me to come back and then kill me."
"Yes... yes, part of the grain in the Beishan Granary is in my private warehouse. I will give it to you."
Yang Huishan wailed and said: "Give it to you, give it all to you."
An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hairs. Doing business requires integrity. How can you go back on your word since you have already negotiated the terms? You can't do anything that is short of a pound. The number I can't do anything wrong. Let's just stick to the real numbers."
Yang Huishan's body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell on the chair, his face turned into a dead one in an instant.
He looked back at Principal Chen and said, "Can you count faster?"
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
"Yes... yes, part of the grain in the Beishan Granary is in my private warehouse. I will give it to you."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, raised his head and glanced at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have raised some good sons."
Chen Xiaochen raised his trembling hands to reach the top of his head, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly became trance-like. Yang Qiande, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly flew out. The chair shattered into sawdust. He hit the wall hard and lost his breath for a moment.
An Zheng shook his head: "Keeping your word is a man's basic morality."
An Zheng stepped down and all the bones in Yang Qiande's body burst out.
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
An Zheng held Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you say just now? One hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this deal can be done, it's very fair."
An Zheng stepped down and all the bones in Yang Qiande's body burst out.
Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and neatly folded it aside. He glanced at Yang Qiande and said, "I'll do it myself. I'm afraid your hands will dirty me."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "Your requirements are really low. How can this family's food be enough to feed the tens of millions of victims outside? I'll just come back after dark. If he really transports the food, that's it. He If you don't plan to transport food, then just gather a few more. It is estimated that it will be enough for the victims and the army outside to eat for a while. Even if they have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food at home, how can they transport it out in one day. ? I have to give them some time to prepare, and then we will figure it out one by one. "
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
"You... who are you!"
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
An Zheng reached out and stabbed Yang Qiansheng's back with a pop. He grabbed out a bloody spine and threw it at Yang Huishan's feet: "It's ten thousand kilograms."
Chen Xiaochen stopped walking. He couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.
"Won't."
"Oh, go get the food."
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
He didn't know what to call An Zheng for a moment, and there was a burning pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really hand over all the food?"
An Zheng said as he walked: "They will immediately summon all the practitioners in their family after I leave, and then contact the families and sects of my friends. They will wait for me to come back and then kill me."
"Won't."
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
"Fang...an..."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not meet up with Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to go back to the Ministry of War. An Zheng walked through the streets and alleys, and a few minutes later arrived at the Ministry of Justice, which was not very far away. The door of the Criminal Department was closed tightly, and An Zheng kicked it open.
"I really understand now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked the way for so many of you to get rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between two people at all, but a big situation that was inevitable. . You all feel that the existence of Mingfa Division makes you uncomfortable, so once an opportunity arises to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate tacitly. "
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It was you who came to me with your eldest son and asked me to accept him as my disciple, right?"
Chen Xiaochen trotted to catch up with An Zheng, then ran back to pick up his official uniform and quickened his pace to catch up with An Zheng.
Yang Huishan stood up with a pale face, pointed at An Zheng and asked angrily.
Yang Huishan shouted loudly: "Go and open a granary and give him the food!"
"You are wrong. Fang Zheng would have done the same thing at that time, but after doing it, he might feel that he had violated the law, and then he would ask the aloof Holy Emperor to punish himself. It is different now, I do these I felt very happy when I was doing it, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. Do you think it’s strange or not?”
He waved someone to bring a chair over, and sat next to Principal Chen, looking at him with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's get started."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
A minute later, the ground was full of injured people howling like ghosts and wolves, and An Zheng had already walked outside the door of Song Dodi, the Minister of Punishment.
An Zheng walked slowly to the side of Yang Qiande who landed on the ground, leaned over and grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and sat down in the middle of the living room. He stepped on Yang Qiande's back with one foot and yanked his hand upwards. He grabbed Yang Qiande's hair and pulled it up. Yang Qiande was lying on his stomach, and his back was stepped on. This pull almost broke his spine. Yang Qiande woke up from the severe pain, screamed and began to struggle.
A minute later, the ground was full of injured people howling like ghosts and wolves, and An Zheng had already walked outside the door of Song Dodi, the Minister of Punishment.
"Oh, go get the food."
"Don't be anxious, just give it enough at one time. It's not good to add up little by little."
"I am more murderous now, because I am becoming more and more lazy to reason. Because I find that reasoning with unreasonable people is a very stupid thing, so it is better to be more straightforward. The reason why you can dominate Fu, it's because you make those ordinary people afraid of you, right? This is what I want to do."
Yang Huishan shouted loudly: "Go and open a granary and give him the food!"
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
Song Dodi didn't know who An Zheng was, but he was so frightened that he fell to the floor and kept kowtowing: "Hero, hero, please forgive me. Tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I will Give you all."
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
An Zheng turned around and walked out, walked a few steps and glanced at Principal Chen: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"You... you are not Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng would not do this."
Yang Qiande laughed loudly: "Come here, I'll sit here and count them for you, one by one, but don't worry. There are so many, I'm afraid I'll count them wrong."
"Are you anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use your hair. Let's just say one bone weighs ten thousand kilograms. It's easy to calculate."
He raised his hand, and with a pop, the strand of hair was pulled out. At least several hundred of them were pulled out one by one, along with a piece of scalp. Blood spurted out instantly and flowed down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a slaughtered pig, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out from under An Zheng's feet.
"Give me the list of officials who sell grain in Beishan Granary."
The back of the man striding away made him feel that it was an insurmountable mountain.
"You are... you are Fang Zheng!"
"I beg you, please don't tear it down. I beg you, please let him go. I will give you as much food as I have at home. You can leave quickly."
An Zheng knelt down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If one person is missing, I will kill you all to make up the number."
After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not meet up with Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to go back to the Ministry of War. An Zheng walked through the streets and alleys, and a few minutes later arrived at the Ministry of Justice, which was not very far away. The door of the Criminal Department was closed tightly, and An Zheng kicked it open.
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
Chen Xiaochen was so frightened that he trembled: "Then we might as well not leave and watch them load the grain into the truck and transport it away. Every truck can be taken away."
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
An Zheng reached out and stabbed Yang Qiansheng's back with a pop. He grabbed out a bloody spine and threw it at Yang Huishan's feet: "It's ten thousand kilograms."
An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's best to hurry up. My time is precious and I don't want to stay here for too long."
Yang Huishan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, was a practitioner and his cultivation level was not low. He quietly walked around behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng in the back. An Zheng didn't seem to notice at all and didn't move at all. The moment the knife stabbed An Zheng's heart, Yang Qiansheng's eyes showed excitement. Another thought came to his mind... The famous Fang Zheng was nothing more than that.
An Zheng pulled his hair down while speaking. By the time he finished speaking, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a bloody gourd. He had fainted from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the bloody hair forward: "I think there are a hundred thousand."