Shen Xining rushed forward. The crowd surrounded him tightly. Shen Xining finally rushed in, but was shocked by the scene in front of him. The witch's mouth was full of black blood, and the whole person was hung high up. Her tongue was sticking out, and her body exuded a foul stench. It was obvious that she was fed poison and then hung up again.
The method used by the person who administered the medicine was so cruel, and he used so much force when hanging the person that he even pulled the tongue out of the witch's mouth.
The crying child was the witch's grandson, who looked no more than four or five years old. It was hard for him to accept that his grandmother, who used to play with him during the day, had suddenly turned into this half-human, half-ghost appearance and was hung high on the beam. Shen Xining hugged the child in his arms, soothed him, buried the witch's mother, and then took the child back to the county government office.
Now, Shen Xining can be sure.
The so-called black market is now no different from the outside world. Everyone knows that information in the black market is hard to buy, and they also know that the channels in the black market are valuable. Many people want to buy information through the black market channels, so controlling the black market will be more conducive to controlling the dynamics of the entire county.
The witch mother was one of the people who was controlled, so when Shen Xining asked the witch for information yesterday, Deng Yan already knew about it and fled from here so decisively. The witch mother was punished so cruelly because she told Shen Xining the news. As for the death of the county government, it was because the county government knew too much about Deng Yan and because the county government was no longer of any use to Deng Yan.
When Shen Xining came back with the child, the child was still crying loudly. Xie Zhaoan was leaning on his seat reading a book. Shen Xining put the child in Xie Zhaoan's arms with an expressionless face.
Xie Zhaoan widened his eyes, but before he could say anything, Shen Xining spoke coldly.
"Fourth Prince, I know that the child is not safe right now. Deng Yan's minions are probably watching where the child goes, so I can only ask the Fourth Prince to take care of the child for a while. As for other things, I know that the Fourth Prince has no intention, so I will not disturb the Fourth Prince."
Before Xie Zhaoan could react, Shen Xining had already entered the room. There were dark bruises under her eyes. She hadn't had a good rest for several days and her body was exhausted to the extreme. The only reason she was able to hold on was because of the hatred that was surging in her heart.
Shen Xining changed into a short coat, picked up the yamen runner's weapon, and left in a hurry. Xie Zhaoan was no longer troubled by the things in his hands, but just stared at his little baby with wide eyes, a little at a loss. The little baby grabbed his black hair with his hands, and his eyes blinked, wanting to know what he was going to do next.
Xie Zhaoan was a little anxious. He looked at Yuewei who was standing there in a daze.
"What should we do?"
The end of the month is even duller.
"I don't know! I don't have any children."
Xie Zhaoan looked at him. If the black lines on his head could be seen, they would have covered his eyes.
"I have a child? I gave birth to a child?"
Yuewei widened his eyes and looked like a dummy.
"Mr. Yue, you have given birth? Is the child good-looking?"
Xie Zhaoan casually threw the fan at hand away.
"roll!"
The child covered his mouth and imitated in a baby voice.
"roll!"
Xie Zhaoan held his forehead with his hand.
"You can't say that, you..."
Muran and the child's eyes met, Xie Zhaoan was speechless. He touched the child's neck, found the acupuncture point and pressed it gently, and the child fell asleep. He put the child on the bed and walked out slowly. Yuewei watched him come out so quickly, touched his head, and tried cautiously.
"Sir, did you knock someone out?"
Xie Zhaoan really wanted to kick him in the head.
What does it mean to knock someone unconscious? Does it mean that he can’t speak? If he can’t speak, then just shut up.
"If you keep talking, I'll kick you out of Yueying. Who in Yueying is so talkative?"
Yuewei quickly shut up, but her eyes kept looking inside the house from time to time, wanting to know what had happened to the child.
At this time, Deng Yan's carriage was slowly heading towards the outside of the county government office. He leaned on the carriage, feeling very uncomfortable all over. He had not eaten meat for many days. The way Shen Xining leaned on him that day was still vivid in his mind. Whenever he thought of it, he felt angry all over.
After a moment, Deng Yan suddenly opened the curtain of the car and stood in place. A woman who looked like a peasant girl passed by. Recently, because of Shen Xining, people in the county town dared to go out. Deng Yan suddenly grabbed the peasant girl's wrist.
The peasant girl was startled, then she asked cautiously.
"Do you want to ask for directions? Just ask."
"I want to ask for directions, but I don't want to ask for the directions that are visible on the surface!"
As he said that, Deng Yan directly carried the peasant girl onto his shoulders and carried her into the carriage. The woman struggled desperately and scratched his face with her fingers, leaving a bloody mark. If it were in the past, Deng Yan would have been furious, but now, when he touched the blood on his fingers, he was not angry, but laughed instead.
"Tsk, I just like this little wild cat type now!"
With a wave of his big hand, he tore all the woman's clothes into pieces, and the carriage instantly fell into an endless shaking.
The servants standing outside all had evil smiles on their faces.
It was unknown how long it had been before Deng Yan threw the woman out of the carriage. When the servants saw this, they immediately went over and lifted the woman up, as if they had seen a kitten or a puppy, and carried her into the bushes nearby.
When Shen Xining arrived, he saw the group of servants lying on the woman, ready to do whatever they wanted. Shen Xining was furious and stabbed a dagger directly into one of them's blood vessels. The man died on the spot with blood spurting out of his body.
Deng Yan was dressed neatly, his face showing the enjoyment of having just finished a battle. He looked at Shen Xining, with a hint of regret in his eyes.
"Sir Shen, I have heard all about your heroic deeds. If you had come earlier, I would have lost interest in this woman!"
Shen Xining only felt a bloody smell in her throat. She suppressed the bloody smell so that the blood would not gush out. She shot out the sword in her hand, pointing directly at Deng Yan's head. However, Shen Xining had not rested for too long. The sword in her hand was deflected at the moment of shooting out because of dizziness. The power of the sword in her hand was not enough, and it was still a few steps away from Deng Yan.