Early this morning, the prison head found Wang Zuo and had a breath left.

Because he was too fat, the prison head called a few prisoners and sacked him out of the water tank.

Looking at Wang Zuo, the prison head couldn't help but shake his head.

Could it be that Lord Wang, who accidentally fell into the water tank when walking at night, and then couldn't come out?

They struggled to carry Wang Zuo back to the governor's mansion, and no one took this matter safe.

The first day of May, a rare zodiac auspicious day.

Until today, Feng Shoushi has been dead for seven days, his body is full of stinky and has a bad smell.

Three days ago, Su Qingran had just finished the prosthesis and had not had time to suture it, but Wang Zuo was taken to prison, so Feng Shoushi's body is now covered in blood.

His chest and abdomen were cut open, and even the organs inside were cut into pieces, looking a bit terrible.

Due to the hot weather, even if Mrs. Feng and Feng Kun took protective measures, it was difficult to completely isolate the flies.

Therefore, at this time, there were some small white things on Feng Shoushi's body, and they were still arching in the carrion.

The subordinates of the governor's mansion set up firewood, put on the racks, and put Feng Shoushi's body on them.

Feng Kun had red and swollen eyes, knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and then took the torch from his servant and threw it into the firewood pile.

"coax"

When the firewood encountered fire, it quickly burned and gradually swallowed Feng Shoushi's body.

"Master, Master..." Looking at the raging fire, Mrs. Feng's tears rolled down.

"Mom, don't cry, Dad will bless us in heaven." Since Feng Shoushi's death, Feng Kun seemed to have grown up overnight, and his face was completely unsightly.

"Kun'er, you will be the only one for your mother in the future..." Mrs. Feng lay in Feng Kun's arms and cried sadly.

"Slow down!"

A cold sound came, and the mother and son turned around and looked.

Jun Qinghan was wearing crimson purple, his clothes were like clouds, and he walked towards him.

Seeing Feng Shoushi's body buried in the sea of ​​fire, his eyes tightened and he ordered Bailihe, "Take people to put out the fire!"

Su Qingran's autopsy has not yet been found, and she is still responsible for the wrong examination. At this time, Feng Shoushi's body cannot be burned.

Seeing several yamen runners rushing out, Mrs. Feng suddenly panicked, "Mr. Murong, what are you doing?"

She said in a hurry to stop the fire-fighting person, "You can't destroy it, you can't destroy it..."

Last time when they were preparing for cremation, the little coroner went to the mansion to dissect the body. He cut off the man's mask and not only did he say that it was beyond recognition, but also delayed the auspicious time for cremation. After waiting for three days, they finally waited for a zodiac auspicious day. Who knew that the little Marquis Murong came to put out the fire again at this time.

What kind of evil did they commit? They were destroyed twice in succession. This is a taboo in Buddhism and is unlucky!

What's more, her master has been dead for seven days, and today is the first seventh day. The corpse is so smelly that I can't wait for the next auspicious day!

Bailihe winked, and the two yamen runners immediately stopped Mrs. Feng.

Seeing this scene, Feng Kun gritted his teeth, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he immediately called the yamen runners of the governor's house, "Go and protect my father's body!"

Jun Qinghan swept over indifferently, and the yamen runners following Feng Kun immediately lowered their heads, and no one dared to move.

"You" Feng Kun said angrily and scolded, "A bunch of useless things!"

Gripping his teeth, he rushed to the fire and tried to stop the yamen runner who was extinguishing the fire. "Murong Che, with me Feng Kun here, don't even touch my father's body!"

However, the two yamen runners stopped his thin body and could not move at all. "Murong Che, if you touch my father, I will go to Lord Wang to sue you!"

Looking at his angry look, Bailihe snorted and extinguished the last trace of Mars. "Come on, move Lord Feng's body down."

I wonder if Wang Zuo has come out of the water tank now. That old guy is now unable to protect himself, okay?

The firewood was destroyed, and at this time there was only a shimmer of white smoke left. Several yamen runners walked forward, endured the stench, and moved the body down with difficulty.

Bailihe stepped forward and looked at it, nodded lightly, "It was just burning some of the skin, it was basically intact, but it was a bit too much ash. I'm afraid I'll have to clean it again when the autopsy is performed."

When Bailihe noticed the white thing inside, he immediately rolled in his stomach and frowned, "The carrion seems to have grown, it's so disgusting..."

"Take the body back."

"You, what do you want to do?" Feng Kun immediately spoke out.

"Don't worry, we are not interested in your father's body." Bailih comforted.

"No matter what you do, you can't take my father's body away!" Feng Kun said as he struggled from the yamen runners' hands.

"Young Master Feng, you can't take this away!" Bailihe ordered in a deep voice.

When Mrs. Feng saw this, she immediately knelt on the ground and sobbed: "Mr. Murong, my wife beg you, please let your husband go first, let him go..."

Jun Qinghan paused, "Madam Feng, after the body was tested, Lord Feng's body will be returned."

"Murong Xiao Marquis..."

Seeing Mrs. Feng kowtow, Feng Kun suddenly had red eyes, "Mom, if you don't ask them, they won't agree. Let's go to Lord Wang, go to the third prince, and ask them to make decisions for us!"

"Who is looking for me?" At this moment, a cold and fierce sound came from a distance, and Jun Qingye, wearing a mysterious clothes, walked slowly.

Seeing him, Feng Kun knelt down as if he had seen help from his life, "Third Prince, the little Marquis Murong wants to take my father's body away, please make a decision for my father."

Jun Qinghan glanced at Jun Qingye indifferently and nodded slightly, "I guess it has disturbed the Third Prince. I will take away Lord Feng's body and say goodbye."

"Murrong, this is the governor of Jingzhou. It seems inappropriate for you to dispose of his body without authorization?"

"Although he is the governor of Jingzhou, he is also a criminal who counterfeits money. Now there are important clues on his body, and I have the right to deal with it."

Jun Qingye chuckled, "Clues? What clues?"

"It seems that there is no need to report to the third prince when handling cases in Dali Temple." Bailihe Qingrun spoke.

Seeing him, Jun Qingye suddenly narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Beating Lord Wang and soaking him in the water tank all night has caused Lord Wang to be in danger of life and death now. Bailihe, you are so brave!"

"The third prince is joking. Lord Wang is the imperial court official. I am just a little fifth-rank master. How dare I offend him? This must be a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

"The third prince kept saying that I beat Lord Wang, but there is evidence, who has seen it?"

Jun Qingye shrank his black eyes fiercely, "I won't talk about Lord Wang for now. Since Mr. Feng is asking me to make the decision today, I will not allow you to take Lord Feng's body away without authorization!"
Chapter completed!