Chapter 13 Killing Three Birds with One Stone

As expected, the disciples distributing food found three bodies in the Stone House area, and immediately caused an uproar after reporting it.

The law enforcement disciples in the Stone House area lined up to enter, morning classes were cancelled, all spirit slaves were strictly guarded, and the three stewards came together, and a big show was staged.

Steward Liu, who had been in high spirits during this period, stood at the front with his hands behind his back, his face livid, looking at the bodies of the three spirit slaves who seemed to be pierced by thousands of swords.

His eyes narrowed, and he keenly felt the cold air from them.

"Ice sword technique..."

He turned his head to look at Steward Duan who looked helpless, and said in a cold tone: "Fatty Duan, did you do this?"

Steward Duan was stunned and frowned in response.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Steward Liu immediately cursed.

"Fatty, do you think I'm blind? You're the only one who knows ice swordsmanship. Who else could have caused the icy aura of this wound if not you?"

The quarrel between the two fell into the eyes of Manager Liu. He remained silent and quietly stepped back a few steps, looking unwilling to participate in the dispute.

Fatty Duan snorted coldly and pushed the man surnamed Liu away. After carefully examining the body, his expression changed instantly. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead inadvertently, and his eyes turned.

"I'm not the only one in the Stone House District who knows ice swordsmanship."

"Are you talking about that spirit slave? Ha--"

Although the two sides had a grudge, Wang Yu was also Manager Duan's man and had learned ice swordsmanship, but Manager Liu did not believe this explanation.

The last time he saw Wang Yu, his ice swordsmanship had not yet been fully developed. The condensed ice sword was thick and large, and the cross-section of the wound was not very smooth.

The three corpses today must have perfected their ice sword skills to form such small wounds pierced by sharp blades, and only Fatty Duan can do such a devastating killing power.

A little spiritual slave, only at the second level of Qi training, has to spend a lot of effort to condense spiritual sand, it is impossible for him to have such a skill.

"You don't admit it, right? Then come with me to catch that kid and interrogate him."

Hearing this.

Manager Duan was speechless for a moment. He just wanted to get rid of his own suspicion and forgot the task ordered by Su Zhenchuan. He wanted to win over the hearts of his subordinates. Wang Yu was the best example.

Now he is in trouble again, it is really difficult to choose.

Moreover, in his eyes, this matter was done by Wang Yu, there is no second possibility.

He was ruthless, he couldn't take the blame.

"Then let's catch him and confront him. Who's afraid of who?"

"He's your man, so of course you're not afraid of confrontation."

Liu Guanshi sneered and asked someone to take the body and walk to the stone house No. 83 where Wang Yu was. After a while, he arrived at the door.

His eyes were sharp. He saw the iron door with signs of damage at the first glance, and his heart was shocked.

"Could it be that... Fatty Duan has prepared a countermeasure? Is this a sincere attempt to suppress my prestige?"

At this time, not only Liu Guanshi thought so, but also the third steward surnamed Liu who had been watching felt the same way.

"Wang Yu, get out."

Fatty Duan didn't care so much. After shouting, Wang Yu moved out timidly. Without waiting for the three to speak, his knees softened and he collapsed to the ground.

"I killed the man. You can punish me."

Liu Guanshi felt solemn. Sure enough!

Although he didn't have a good impression of Wang Yu, this beast surnamed Duan was so despicable that he was willing to hurt his prestige by means of self-destruction.

In this case, he couldn't succeed. He thought for a moment before speaking.

"Wang Yu, right? Do you know the punishment for killing a spirit slave and damaging the property of Hanxue Peak?"

Wang Yu deliberately glanced at Manager Duan and shook his head without saying anything.

Don't you know?

Manager Liu was more confident and explained coldly.

"The Nilingxue Sect has nine tortures - Lingchi, copper bull, oil pot, insect bite, five senses, sky lantern, soul extraction, roasting, and Yangding.

"If you plead guilty, you will have to suffer the three punishments at least. You will be put in the oil pot and endure the pain of frying. After being rejuvenated by the magic hand, you will experience the pain of being steamed by the copper bull. Finally, your soul will be extracted and refined to become a ghost slave of the seventh peak. You will be a slave and servant forever and it will be difficult for you to reincarnate! "

Wang Yu did hear the punishment regulations for the first time. He didn't need to pretend. He could naturally perform a shocked and incredible expression and stared at Manager Duan.

As if waiting for his explanation.

Fatty Duan was not very smart, but he was not stupid. He immediately realized Wang Yu's plan and couldn't help but speak.

"What are you looking at me for? Don't make random accusations. You don't know that disaster comes from your mouth..."

"Manager Duan has great power!"

Manager Liu interrupted him, revealing his aura of great perfection in Qi training.

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"In front of us managers, you dare to lie and threaten Lingnu to plead guilty for you. It's simply lawless!"

"No---"

Fatty Duan wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt extremely wronged.

With his erratic eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the broken iron fence of Stone House No. 83. As if he had found a loophole, he said in a shrill voice.

"This fence must be the trace left by Wang Yu sneaking in and out at night. Those three people must have been killed by him! "

Manager Liu's eyes became even colder.

"You mean, the law enforcement disciples who were on night watch neglected their duties and couldn't even keep an eye on a small spirit slave. Do you believe it?"

The law enforcement disciples lined up around him were unwilling to take the blame.

"We have at least the cultivation level of the middle stage of Qi training, and our consciousness can be projected out of the body. I can guarantee that the spirit slave Wang Yu was in the stone house last night."

Look, this is the general trend. No one is willing to take the blame. They just need to cooperate with Manager Liu.

At this moment, the food disciple who discovered the body took the initiative to come forward.

"This matter is the disciple's fault. When the food was distributed in the morning, the spirit slave was sleeping on the bed. When the disciple saw that he was not working hard to condense the spirit sand, he kicked a corner of the fence. The damage was the disciple's fault."

Manager Duan: "...Huh?"

How many spiritual stones were given to you to be so cooperative?

In his eyes, this was a frame-up, a targeted attack by Wang Yu and Manager Liu, and a betrayal!

He couldn't do anything to Wang Yu at the moment, but if Su Zhen told him, he would never be promoted to the outer sect and become a formal disciple of the Niling Blood Sect.

"Ha~

“A raccoon dog of the same species.

"Wang Yu, don't forget what you got from Su Zhenzhuan. What did Liu give you? You would rather help him plot against me!"

Manager Liu stared.

"You still dare to bite and slander, someone comes and takes down this fat man."

Just as he was about to have Steward Duan escorted to Hanxue Peak Law Enforcement Hall, a law enforcement disciple hurried over, handed a cloth bag to Steward Liu's hand, and whispered something.

Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, his whole body was stunned, and the hand holding the bag couldn't help but tremble.

What is inside is nothing but spiritual sand.

The spiritual sand that the spiritual slaves in Shiwu District turn in every month is one tael per person, and everyone knows who the extra is for.

Now that things are getting serious, there are so many disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall that it's too late to shut up.