The ghost soldier opened his eyes.
No longer in the restaurant.
Lu Zhaolin stood in a grand courtyard with disheveled clothes, with more than a dozen torches surrounding him, illuminating the courtyard with orange and red.
In front of them stood the panicked people of the Lu family.
"Master, go and tell Magistrate Zhou to come and catch the thief. As soon as I returned to the yard, the steward said that the warehouse was emptied. I just came back from visiting the warehouse and my yard was empty too..."
Shopkeepers came over like a stream of water and reported: "Master Lu, my clothing store has been robbed! There is nothing left!"
"Master, our restaurant was also stolen. I was doing today's accounts, and the money disappeared from my hands!"
"Our pawn shop didn't escape either. Even the few tattered coats we just collected today are gone."
Lu Zhaolin's face was livid, and he turned around and asked a person who looked like a steward: "Where is the birthday gift prepared for my godfather?"
The steward patted his thigh: "The whole mansion is empty, there is nothing left!"
A woman in luxurious clothes came forward and said, "Sir, that coral ornament is worth half of our palace. In two months it will be my uncle's birthday. How can I find it in time?"
Ning Yue pursed her lips. The coral ornament was worth half of the Lu family. It was indeed a good thing.
Even though it was difficult to cash out, in comparison, she still felt that money was easy to use.
This Lu Zhaolin is also funny. He is a small businessman, and he is not good enough in front of Uncle Guo's guests.
By giving such an expensive gift, he stood out, but it outshone other officials.
If others hold a grudge against him, it is not a matter of lifting a finger to clean them up.
Lu Zhaolin's face turned gray and his face was distorted.
He roared to the sky angrily: "What kind of god have I offended? You don't leave me a way to survive!"
Ning Yue pouted: When you killed Xia Rou's family, did you leave a way for others to survive? Everyone in the neighborhood regards you as the King of Hell. Have you left a way for others to survive?
Just as he was complaining, a group of soldiers suddenly poured into the yard.
All of them were holding big swords and looked fierce, and they quickly surrounded everyone.
Magistrate Zhou appeared last with his hands behind his back.
Just when they were in the restaurant, the two of them fell into each other's arms. Luan. fall. Feng, fell into a strange embarrassment after waking up.
The two temporarily put aside their old grudges, packed up their clothes and went back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.
Lu Zhaolin ran back to the Lu family, while Zhou Fuqiao ran back and quickly brought all the troops and horses that could be mobilized, and ordered to watch the city gate and not let anyone in or out.
Then he led people to completely surround the Lu family.
It has reached this point, and there is no way to whitewash peace anymore, the only option is to fight to the death.
Lu Zhaolin was filled with hatred and found an outlet. He knew that if he didn't fight today, he would be dead. Without waiting for Zhou Fuqiao to speak, he waved his hand and said, "Kill me!"
A group of thugs raised by his subordinates rushed forward.
After all, the people were unable to fight against the officials, and most of the Lu family had no power to resist.
Not long after, the Lu family members, maids, servants, and shopkeepers all fell into a pool of blood.
The thugs fought tooth and nail to protect each other, and the soldiers were killed until only a few people were left, and finally they helped Lu Zhaolin escape from the yard.
Seeing that the two parties in the small courtyard were furious, Ning Yue was still wondering why Yuchuan didn't show up. Was this not what he was doing?
I saw a man in black spinning around and jumping down from a dark place under the eaves. He raised a knife and dropped it. Zhou Fuqiao's head rolled down as he was about to catch up.
He turned around and slashed a few times, and the remaining soldiers also fell down.
The man in black jumped up again and caught up with the thug and Lu Zhaolin.
Several exclamations were heard, and the Lu Mansion fell into silence.
The man in black picked up the unextinguished torch that had fallen on the ground and lit it up all over the Lu Mansion.
The fire shot up into the sky, and the man in black stood silently in front of the fire. The heat wave caused his long hair to flutter like a demon from hell.
Ning Yue recognized that the man in black was You Chuan.
The sound of the fire alarmed nearby residents.
Lights were turned on nearby, and people in twos and threes came out wearing clothes and looked at the flames in the sky, but no one shouted to put out the fire.
Some people even whispered happily: "Burn him to death."
It wasn't until the house next door was almost burned that everyone turned around to carry water and shouted: "It's on fire!"
The crowd got busy and started putting out the fire.
Youchuan, who had been silent for a long time, moved, climbed up the wall and disappeared into the dark night.
Lu Zhaolin and Zhou Fuqiao died like this.
Judging from the traces, it can be said that he died from a dog biting a dog.
Ning Yue breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any worries.
She turned around and was about to get out of the space, staggered, and almost tripped over the treasures scattered at her feet.
Ning Yue was a little worried. There were too many things, and it was estimated that even another 100 houses would not be able to accommodate them.
Until I saw some paper-wrapped people, carriages and horses in the distance, my eyes lit up.
It seems that the county's paper-making shop has also been included.
Ning Yue asked the maid to find more than ten paper figures made of paper.
Since you can preset their uses, just leave a few to be paper makers.
Let them build more paper houses, and then let the ghost soldiers take them out and burn them in. Aren't there a lot more houses?
Just do it.
Ning Yue opened her eyes, looked at Ying Xianqing sleeping peacefully next to her, and tiptoed out of the carriage.
In fact, Ying Xianqing woke up at this movement, thinking she was going to change clothes, so she didn't follow her.
Ning Yue walked to the outside of the crowd, and there was a ghost soldier standing guard there.
Ning Yue took out a few pieces of paper and stabbed them, asking the ghost soldiers to take them farther away and burn them.
Burning nearby may alert others.
The ghost soldiers took orders and disappeared.
Just now she found a few more ghost soldiers in the space. It must be the master who saved people again.
Now that she's out, Ning Yue thought, she might as well go to Pude Temple again.
There were more and more people being rescued there, and the expenses would only increase. She thought of sending money again while the distance was not too far away.
I don’t know when I’ll go next time.
The ghost soldiers who were previously arranged to guard Pude Temple have not returned yet, and they should still be within reach.
She summoned a ghost soldier, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived outside the mountain gate of Pude Temple.
Someone's voice came from inside: "Grandma Li, why haven't you rested yet? Stop being busy and go to sleep."
It’s Master Zhi’an.
An old voice replied: "Go to sleep, I'll be finished in a minute."
Then there was the sound of splashing water.
There was a rustling sound outside the mountain gate, and a voice said in a very low voice: "The people inside are not asleep yet, let's wait."
The other man's voice was obviously louder: "What are you waiting for? There are many old, young, and weak in the house. Even if they all wake up, they are still not strong enough to receive a punch from me. Hurry up. If you are afraid, just do it Don't go, all the money found belongs to me."
Another replied: "Okay, okay, step on my shoulder."
Ning Yue looked over and saw a dark figure stepping on the shoulders of another dark figure and climbing up the wall.
Ning Yue frowned, this little thief was so arrogant, why didn't the guarding ghost soldiers take action.
There was a sudden thud, and the man who had just climbed up the wall fell down.
Talk about ghost soldiers, the ghost soldiers are here.
