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Chapter 37: You Deserve to Die
Chapter 37: You Deserve to Die
In the quiet office hall, Shen Yi held the brush awkwardly, not skilled in calligraphy, but still doing his best to make each character appear clearer.
In his previous life as a hooligan, he had been diligent in his studies to wear the government office's uniform, delving into martial arts, human relations, and even learning to read and write.
With muscle memory, his handwriting wasn't beautiful, but it was passable.
The Blood Slaughter Blade Technique was derived from the wooden plaques, and he had memorized every detail, so transcribing it wasn't difficult.
When it was time to leave the office, Shen Yi put down his brush and let the ink dry. Only then did he reach for the food Chen Ji had brought.
The yellow bread from Huangji's on East Street, along with the salted fish sold by the street vendor, wasn't a delicacy, but it was quite affordable.
He quickly finished the food and stood up to stretch his body before pushing open the door.
In the courtyard, Zhang Dahu was drenched in sweat, struggling through a warm-up routine. The Niu brothers and Chen Ji repeatedly practiced their sword swings, while Zhang Butcher frowned, kicking them whenever their postures were slightly off.
"In this big Baiyun County, you're relying on these few flower vases to slay demons and eliminate monsters?"
Hearing the voice, Zhang Butcher turned around, puzzled. "This is too much. Aside from that Chen kid who's barely passable, the rest are just..."
Before the others could speak, Zhang Dahu interrupted, "Who wants to slay demons? It's that old clerk targeting our boss, trying to force us to our deaths!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Butcher was slightly stunned, as if realizing something. He spat on the ground, "These bastards."
The news of the many demons in Baiyun County was something he only learned from his senior brother after arriving here.
Concealing the demon disaster was common everywhere, and last year alone, over ten county magistrates were beheaded for this reason.
But using demons to eliminate rivals was shameless, to say the least.
"Here."
Shen Yi didn't say much and handed over the transcribed blade technique.
He had to kill demons to obtain enough demonic lifespan, which fundamentally contradicted the government office's plans.
Not to mention using rules to oppress others, even employing underhanded tactics was perfectly normal.
"So fast."
Zhang Butcher was surprised and took the paper, "The martial art I've been studying is just body tempering. Among the various sects in Qingzhou, it's one of the lowest thresholds. With enough time, there are hardly any bottlenecks."
He put the blade technique in his chest, "Just remember not to be impatient. If you have any questions, come and ask me."
"Thank you."
Shen Yi nodded and bid farewell.
He left the office hall, carrying the fresh meat and seasonings Chen Ji had bought.
"Can he even cook?" Zhang Butcher scratched his head.
"If you had seen Lord Shen from half a month ago," Chen Ji took a deep breath and continued standing in his stance, "You'd realize that for someone like him, nothing is surprising."
"Is that so?" Zhang Butcher didn't argue, just smiled.
After all, it was just a small county, and without having been to Qingzhou, how could he know the true brilliance of a genius?
In his eyes, Shen Yi's temperament and strength were quite good, better than himself, but that was the extent of it.
...
The sky was like a fried bun.
Shen Yi knocked on the door and then pushed it open.
A woman was lying on the desk, her black hair like a waterfall, her fair little face serene and captivating. Only her slightly furrowed delicate eyebrows and trembling thick eyelashes showed a hint of unease.
Shen Yi walked over slowly and looked at the thick stack of yellow paper pressed under her arm, its edges stained with ink, some of which had even smeared onto her lips.
He sighed in exasperation, holding the brush as he pulled the brush tip out of Lin Baiwei's mouth.
"Mine... Don't snatch..."
She clenched the brush handle with her white teeth, grumbling as she opened her eyes, "Pft, pft, pft!"
Then, looking at the papers with concern, she quickly reached out to organize them, "I've only copied half of it..."
As she spoke, Lin Baiwei noticed the items in Shen Yi's hands, and her face lit up with joy.
"I'll take care of this!"
She took the fresh meat and turned to head towards the backyard.
"..."
Shen Yi looked at the scattered papers on the table and carefully gathered them, placing them neatly.
He walked into the backyard kitchen.
Lin Baiwei, with her hair tied up, skillfully fetched water and washed the vegetables, waving her hand without turning back, "Go, go away."
Feeling unable to help, Shen Yi sat in the yard, picking up an axe and starting to chop firewood.
As the sky gradually darkened, the ground was piled high with neatly cut firewood.
The aroma of rice and meat wafted into his nostrils.
Shen Yi turned around, only to see the woman standing behind him, using chopsticks to carefully pick up a piece of half-fat, half-lean stewed meat, blowing away the heat, and with a confident look on her delicate face, she said, "Here, open your mouth and taste it."
As a lone wolf in two lifetimes.
He instinctively leaned back, just about to say something, when the woman quickly poked the chopsticks into her own mouth, "..."
"How is it?" Lin Baiwei asked expectantly.
It wasn't exactly delicious, but surprisingly good, similar to the large pot dishes from his past life, a bit coarse, but it should go well with rice.
"It's edible."
Shen Yi threw down the axe in his hand and stood up to get the meat soup.
"Of course," Lin Baiwei hummed lightly, standing with her hands behind her back like a master chef.
Just then, a loud banging on the door sounded.
Bang, bang, bang!
"Shen, get out here!"
Shen Yi's steps faltered slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he turned to walk outside.
Lin Baiwei was puzzled but didn't ask further, quickly entering the kitchen.
The next moment, five or six law enforcement officers broke into the house.
Two figures entered the room, one after the other.
The first was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a blue robe, his face filled with gloom—it was Liu Dianli.
The thin-headed monk behind him stood with his hands clasped, looking like an outsider enjoying the show.
Outside, Chen Ji and the other three were held down by law enforcement officers with their bows and arrows pressed against their shoulders, struggling against the wall. Zhang Butcher stood far away on the street, his face dark, clenching his large fist tightly.
"The yamen trusted you, so we entrusted you with a heavy responsibility, letting you manage the demonic affairs."
Liu Dianli's expression was furious, his fingers trembling with anger, "For two nights, in Baiyun County and the three villages and six suburbs, more than ten young children have been abducted, yet you're comfortably lying at home. The entire office hall is filled with snakes and rats, and you didn't report it... You ungrateful wretch, I treated you like my own kin."
The old man opened his mouth, his voice sharp, "You deserve to die!"
"We didn't receive any news at the office hall, the door was wide open!" Chen Ji panted, arguing loudly.
When a family loses a person, they don't panic, but now Shen Yi's reputation is at its peak. Instead of going to Liu Dianli, they went to the yamen.
In response, he received a crisp slap.
Liu Dianli retracted his hand, "Still dare to argue?"
As he spoke, two dozen strong men walked down the street, all holding bows and arrows, their clothing different from the law enforcement officers—they were the city guard troops.
Liu Dianli turned to Shen Yi, "If you can't eliminate the demon today, I'll take your head!"
(End of Chapter)
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