Chapter 123: Lynching
Fu Meng is indeed very busy.
I have to be a watchman at night, and I have to go to the prison cell during the day.
Ze County Prison, Hu Dongxi can come in and out freely.
The cell was damp, and the air was filled with an unspeakable smell of blood.
Those officials who usually looked aloof and glamorous were now disheveled and embarrassed.
Dong Xiangshen had no fingers and his arms were bloody. He was huddled in the corner. When he heard any movement, he started to tremble in fear.
The rest of the Dong family were dizzy and incontinent.
Dong Xiangshen was so tortured that he collapsed and cursed crazily.
"I'm right! General Wei, he died because his life was short-lived! What does it have to do with me, it's not my fault. Why can't I get a wife?"
"What kind of natural justice is this!"
"You are using lynching!"
I saw Fu Meng lifted his flesh pad and slapped it with a slap, without deliberately closing his claws, and easily hit Dong There were five bloody marks on the squire's face.
If it had been heavier, I'm afraid his head would have been snapped off by him.
“Ah!”
A shrill scream sounded.
Fu Meng was too noisy.
Cover your ears.
But it found it was still noisy.
So he pushed forward without saying a word.
Dong Xiangshen's body made an arc in the air and hit the wall hard. He twitched in pain, foam came out of the corners of his mouth, and he fainted without being able to say a word.
The jailers looked at each other.
“Dead?”
“Although no one in the Dong family is a good person, and I don’t know how many lives were on their hands, there have been quite a few people going to the inn to sue them in the past few days, but don’t It's causing trouble, go away quickly Please give me instructions.”
“You don’t know if you are the Minister of Justice? br>
What can the Minister of Justice do?
We can't point at those Wei Jiajun and scold them.
After all, what they say is true.
No one in this world can control this thing anymore.
But I can't close it and I can't fight.
Fu Meng has been following the border over the years and has made great achievements.
"Fortunately, when the Wei Jiajun saw that the Minister of Punishment was in trouble, they said that they would be responsible for his death, so Fu Meng could be happy. Even if he had just died, as long as the body was not cold and Mr. Ge was here, he could still kill him. He was dragged back from the gate of hell."
"I'm afraid he will be paralyzed after he is rescued. People are a little stupid.”
“It’s not important. What’s important is that the white tiger can continue to torment after being revived. Wei Jiajun said that he must find something to do for Fu Meng to prevent him from causing trouble on the street. . If it scares the people, it’s no joke.”
The officials who stayed felt...it made sense.
The people in the cell are not worth much money anyway.
After Fu Meng did something bad, he didn't feel guilty at all.
It swaggered and refreshed and went to leisurely bask in the sun outside the cell.
The tail swayed.
The passing people watched from a distance.
“Did you just hear the shrill screams inside?”
“Yes, there will be a fuss at this time every day.”
“Did you see it, the white tiger claws? There is blood on it, and I don’t know what kind of animal it got. I’m so envious.”
Some people are angry.
"It would be great if it could avenge me! How long will it take for those people from Beijing to come! I'm afraid that the interests involved are too great. Who knows if they will protect each other. Officials... Officials It’s good to have a few!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd began to commotion.
Who says it’s not?
If those people’s heads are not chopped off, they will become restless.
Staying in Ze County, don’t you just want to watch your enemies’ heads fall to the ground with your own eyes?
The man covered his heart and cried blood: "But death is too easy for them! I can't wait for a moment, I can't wait to rush in now and kill the corrupt officials who killed my daughter with my own hands. Damn it! Let him taste the pain of bleeding. ”
Just then, a beggar stumbled forward.
The man looked young, but he had slovenly disheveled hair and a strong smell. The people who surrounded him unanimously gave way.
“It turned out to be him.”
“Who is it?” The aunt carrying the basket said, “I know this man. He was originally a scholar. Although he lives in the countryside, he is a progressive person. Although there are no elders in the family, his wife is virtuous and the couple is very loving and envious of others.”
"But..."
She sighed: "But her daughter-in-law was attracted by the county master's son. While he was going to school, he broke into the house directly and gave the person..."
"Not to mention the abortion of the five-month-old child, the woman cannot bear the humiliation. He hanged himself directly."
"When he got home, his body was stinking."
"He wanted to report to the official, but he was beaten until he was a joke. He took his last breath and threw it directly into the mass grave.”
"It just so happens that people survive."
But sometimes it is better to die than to live in pain.
"People are also going crazy."
As he was talking, he saw the scholar running straight towards Fu Meng and kneeling down with a plop.
The crowd exclaimed.
"Be careful."
"Come back soon."
The scholar couldn't hear this and kowtowed to Fu Meng crazily.
Fu Meng, who wanted to slap people away, was dumbfounded.
Its head expressed incomprehension.
Fu Meng was about to yell at him.
The other party took out the money wrapped in hot paper from his arms and handed it to it.
He also speaks confusingly.
"Here. We will charge you for checking your pulse and you will be paid for helping."
He hurriedly took out a piece of crumpled paper from his arms and flattened it out. It was a portrait. Put it under Fu Meng's eyes.
"Him."
"Revenge."
Fu Meng swept over.
It looks familiar.
Isn’t this the person it saw in the cell?
This time my brain understood, but it was very dismissive.
It is not the kind of good tiger that likes to help others.
Not everyone can ask him to do things. It flicks its tail, trying to scare people away.
“Help me.”
“Help me.”
The man started kowtowing again, very hard, as if he was not afraid of pain.
Soon, the forehead was bloody and bloody.
Being so cruel to himself and never giving up to achieve his goal, Fu Meng vaguely saw a bit of Wei Zhao in this man.
Wei Zhao had no hesitation in stabbing himself at that time!
The temperamental tiger stood up suddenly and swallowed the bun in one gulp.
Wait!
It moved quickly and disappeared at the entrance of the cell.
Everyone was stunned.
Soon, painful screams came from the cell. Fu rushed back and forth, holding a bloody arm in his mouth and vomiting it to the scholar.
The scholar touched it with trembling hands.
Still warm.
As soon as I bit it, my fingers seemed to twitch.
He lowered his head, picked it up, and licked the dripping blood with the tip of his tongue as if enjoying it.
The crystal teardrops seemed to be dyed red by the light and fell down
The scholar cried and laughed, his anger rising and falling violently, and his expression was almost crazy.
Fu Meng stretched himself and prepared to leave leisurely.
But the people seemed to have seen hope, and swarmed to stop it, scrambling to grab it first, then kneeling down and holding the objects in their hands. Send all those who are not afraid of death forward.
Fu Meng:! !
Be bold!