The master hurriedly returned to the mansion of the county magistrate Wang Liang.

Because he asked Wang Liang for leave and said he wanted to do something important.

When Wang Liang saw him, he asked with concern: "How is the matter done?"

The master smiled slightly and replied, "Sir, the matter has been done."

After hearing this, Wang Liang couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of worry on his face.

Seeing this, the master hurriedly asked, "Why did the lord sigh? Could it be that there is something to worry about?"

Wang Liang frowned and said, "Of course it's still the same thing. If it proves that Jia Xu really killed someone, what should I do? This is not a trivial matter."

But this time, the master said nothing, which made Wang Liang very surprised.

"County magistrate, if nothing happens, the young one will step down first."

Master said.

The county magistrate waved his hand and signaled him to retreat.

After the master returned to the room, he felt extremely heavy and the fear in his heart surged into his heart like a tide.

He sat in the chair with his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.

His hands trembled unconsciously, and the murderous scene kept popping up in his mind.

The bloody scene and the tragic situation of the victim lingered in his heart like a nightmare and could not be gone.

The master's heartbeat was rapid, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.

He felt that breathing became difficult, and his chest felt like it was pressed by a heavy stone, unable to breathe.

He tried hard to calm down, but found that his thoughts were getting more and more confused.

The intertwined emotions of fear, self-blame, anxiety and other emotions made him fall into extreme pain.

"How could I do such a thing? I have never killed anyone!" The master said silently in his heart, his voice trembling.

In Sun Ce's mansion, the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

Sun Ce sat in the study, frowned, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue and anxiety.

Since Wu Guotai's whereabouts have not been found, his mood became increasingly irritable.

Sun Ce slapped the table suddenly and shouted loudly: "Call Zhuge Jin for me!" His voice was filled with anger and disappointment.

After a while, Zhuge Jin rushed over, with a hint of panic on his face.

Sun Ce glared at Zhuge Jin, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You idiot, why can't you even find your mother's whereabouts! I want to punish you severely!"

Zhang Zhao begged for mercy, "Lord, please show mercy to your subordinates! Zhuge Jin is also unintentional, this is not his own fault."

Sun Ce was unmoved. He said coldly: "I have decided, no one can stop me!"

Zhuge Jin straightened his body and said, "Lord, I know I have made a mistake, so Zhang Zhao doesn't have to plead for me."

Zhang Zhao hurriedly stood in front of Zhuge Jin and continued to beg: "Lord, punishing Zhuge Jin at this time will not solve the problem. We should calmly think about our next action."

Sun Ce's body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with contradictions and struggles.

Finally, he sat down slowly, still with a hint of anger in his tone: "Okay, let me spare you this time. But if something similar happens again, I will never give up easily!"

Zhuge Jin lowered his head and thanked him: "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness, I will work harder and make up for my mistakes."

Zhuge Jin silently returned to his room and closed the door tightly.

There was a dull aura in the room. Zhuge Jin sat at the table, and the wine glass in his hand was constantly raised by him and slowly lowered it.

His eyes were confused and painful, as if he wanted to numb his inner pain with alcohol.

After a while, Zhang Zhao knocked on the door gently and walked into the room.

Seeing Zhuge Jin like this, his heart couldn't help but feel ache.

Zhuge Jin raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhao, with a gratitude smile on his face.

"Zhang Zhao, you are here. Thank you for pleading for me."

Zhang Zhao sighed and said, "Zhuge Jin, you and I are sympathetic to brothers, how can I watch you suffer? The lord is also impulsive, so don't resent him."

Zhuge Jin shook his head: "How could I resent my lord? It was my own incompetence that made Wu too lost and let down his lord's trust."

"Don't blame yourself too much, this is not your own fault. We all know that the lord is in an anxious mood at this moment, and it is inevitable that he will do extreme things."

Zhuge Jin nodded silently, his eyes falling outside the window.

At this time, a cold wind blew, causing the windows to creak.

Zhuge Jin couldn't help but shivered, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Zhang Zhao said softly: "Okay, Zhuge Jin, don't drink it anymore. You need to have a good rest. There are still many things waiting for us to do tomorrow."

Zhuge Jin nodded and put down his wine glass.

"You are right. I will continue to look for the whereabouts of Wu Guotai tomorrow. I can't just be decadent."

Zhang Zhao looked at Zhuge Jin, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"This is Zhuge Jin I know. Let's work together and I believe we will definitely find Wu Guotai."

Zhao Qiang took Wu Guotai into a remote village and found a very remote unoccupied room.

The village is quiet, with only the occasional barking of chickens and dogs breaking the tranquility.

Wu Guotai's face was haggard, and his eyes revealed fatigue and helplessness.

However, her expression was still calm, as if she had already been mentally prepared for the predicament in front of her.

Zhao Qiang looked at Wu Guotai and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

He originally thought that Wu Guotai would panic or cry bitterly, but her performance was completely beyond his expectations.

Because Wu Guotai believed in the Buddha, she handed everything in the hands of the Buddha.

Wu Guotai sighed softly and said, "If you do this, you will go to hell. You should know that good and evil will be rewarded, but cause and effect will not be empty."

Zhao Qiang sneered: "Wu Guotai, do you think I will be afraid of going to hell? I will only do what I think is right."

Wu Guotai shook his head.

"You do this not only hurts others, but also hurts yourself."

Zhao Qiang said coldly: "Are you teaching me a lesson? I don't need your moral preaching."

Wu Guotai was silent for a while, and then said, "I am not teaching you a lesson. If you continue like this, you will only fall into endless pain and regret."

Zhao Qiang's eyes widened and rushed towards Wu Guotai.

Wu Guo screamed in horror, trying to avoid Zhao Qiang's attack.

At this time, a farmer happened to pass by at the gate.

He heard Wu Guotai's cry for help and hurried into the yard.

When the farmer saw the scene in front of him, he widened his eyes in shock and questioned Zhao Qiang.

"Who are you? What are you doing? How can you treat an old man like this?"

Wu Guotai took the opportunity to cry: "Save me, he wants to hurt me!" Her voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

Zhao Qiang said stubbornly: "It's better not to meddle in other people's business, this matter has nothing to do with you."

The farmer pointed at Zhao Qiang angrily.

"You can't treat others violently like this! If there is any problem that can be solved well, it is wrong to do it!"

Wu Guo looked at the farmer with so much gratitude.

She trembled and said, "Thank you, kind-hearted person. Please help me and drive this evil man away."

Zhao Qiang immediately stood up and shouted loudly: "If you want to meddle in other people's business, just take me a punch."

The fight between Zhao Qiang and the farmer fell into a fierce state.

Their fists faced each other, and each hit was filled with anger and reluctance.

Wu Guo looked at all this in horror, and her lips kept chanting Amitabha Buddha, hoping to calm the fight.

However, her prayers did not seem to work.

Zhao Qiang's strength was beyond ordinary people, and he quickly gained the upper hand.

His hands tightly grabbed the farmer's neck, and the farmer's face gradually turned blue.

Wu Guotai's screams cut through the air again, and her eyes were filled with despair and fear.

She could not believe what was happening in front of her, and a living person lost his life in front of her.

Wu Guotai's legs were too weak, and she pointed at Zhao Qiang with trembling fingers: "You...you killed someone! You will be retribution!"

"Yes, so what if I kill someone? Let me tell you, if someone medds nosy, I will still kill someone."

In the bloody scene, Wu Guotai knelt down without hesitation. Her body trembled, and her eyes were filled with fear and begging.

"Please, Zhao Qiang, stop committing murder." Her voice was filled with a crying voice, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of her heart.

Zhao Qiang looked at Wu Guotai, and he knew that she was a Buddhist.

There was a hint of threat in his tone.

"As long as you are honest and don't yell, I won't kill anyone casually."

Wu Guotai nodded quickly, tears slid down her cheeks.

"I promise you that I will be well-behaved."

Zhao Qiang's eyes were still cold, but his tone was slightly relieved.

"Okay, remember what you said."
To be continued...