I am a hereditary jailer, start to suppress the eldest princess

puff!

"No...!" Li Heng was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Chapter 62 Complaining

on the ground.

A large pit three feet deep was dug out, and the people from the Spiritual God Division were in charge of guarding it. Four women surrounded the ruins, and their soul power monitored the surroundings.

Xiao Ran and others gathered around here.

More than a dozen large boxes were placed on the ground.

It looked like this was a secret room, but Xiao Zhou was so lucky that he dug and dug beside Xiao Ran, and finally dug it out.

"Good job." Shen Yiming praised.

Ship the box all out and open it.

Scattered starlight fell down and shone on the silver, making it sparkle.

hiss!

Although they said that they had made a lot of money in the competition at Longyeon Academy a few days ago, and their net worth was rich, but with so much cash in front of them, they still showed enthusiasm.

Xiao Zhou was more straightforward, rushed over, grabbed the money with each hand, and shouted excitedly: "My lord, we have made a fortune!"

Shen Yiming kicked him angrily, rolled his eyes: "Send you a big-headed ghost."

"This money is all stolen goods and must be handed over."

Ling Qing'er also came over, and her net worth is also very rich.

In terms of making money, spiritual masters far surpass warriors.

Talisman making, alchemy, weapon refining, etc. are all huge profits.

But a woman's nature cannot be changed. Facing glittering things, they are still in piles, and her resistance is weak.

"I'm afraid it's five or six million taels!"

There are fifteen large boxes, which are super big, and each box contains 4 taels of silver, which is exactly 60 taels.

"Isn't the tax bank hundreds of millions of taels? Why is this?" Xiao Zhou was puzzled.

Shen Yiming took a silver ingot and turned it over, the bottom was up, there was no writing on it, it was not lost tax money.

This year's tax bank in Izumo Prefecture has a special font size printed at the bottom.

The batch in front of me is obviously not.

"What should we do now?" Shen Yiming looked at Ling Qing'er.

"Half for each person, take them back and hand them over to the higher authorities." Ling Qing'er suggested.

When Shen Yiming thought about it, he understood the deep meaning.

It's not tax money. The stolen money they found will be taken back to their respective yamen. Although they will be confiscated, they will get a share of the rewards.

"Okay." Shen Yiming nodded.

Half of a family.

Xiao Ran and the others took the silver and rushed towards the Divine Sword Guard.

got here.

Shen Yiming felt relieved, "It's completely stable now."

Someone carried the money down, and he went in to report.

The two of Xiao Ran returned to the small courtyard, Xiao Zhou rubbed his palms together: "Brother Xiao, we are going to get rich again this time."

"That's all you have to offer." Xiao Ran knocked him on the head angrily.

After tossing until now, it was already very late, and the two of them entered their rooms separately.

The next day.

Just after breakfast, Shen Yiming brought someone in with a big box, and when they left, he slapped the box open, revealing white silver.

Gollum.

Xiao Zhou swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Is this all for us, my lord?"

"I'm afraid you're thinking about farting." Shen Yiming said.

"The three of us split equally."

"More than 3000 taels per person? Why don't you give a bank note?" Xiao Zhou asked.

"How can a silver ticket be so exciting, it looks so eye-catching."

"That's true." Xiao Zhou nodded.

The three divided the silver, and one got more than 3000 taels.

Shen Yiming didn't rely on the official university, so he just took a little more. In this respect, he is quite kind.

"I'll give you half a day to save the money. Continue to investigate the Sirius Guard at noon, and we must solve the case within the time limit."

"Ah."

After he left, the two of them dealt with the money and exchanged it into bank notes. Just after they came out of the bank, they ran into Lao Zheng who was limping head-on.

The little one looked around at him, with surprise written on his face: "You are stealing, did you get caught and beat up?"

"Fart! I'm not such a person." Old Zheng defended with a red face.

This face was swollen like a pig's head, and it was in burning pain.

"This is not a place to talk, find a place where we can talk slowly."

"Row."

I entered a restaurant and asked for a box on the second floor.

Wine and vegetables are placed on the table.

Lao Zheng grabbed the jug and poured it into his mouth. He drank too fast, and the wine overflowed a little.

"What's the matter with you?" Xiao Zhou snatched his hip flask.

"I've been wronged!" Lao Zheng cried.

Tell what happened.

After Xiao Ran left last night, the people from the Holy Warriors arrived first and took them back for interrogation. They would inevitably be fisted and kicked. Fortunately, he was one of his own and was on duty in the Ministry of Punishment.

Seeing that he was really not suspected, he was locked up all night and was not released until dawn.

"You say I am wronged or not!"

"It deserves it!" Xiao Ran gave him a hard look.

Xiao Zhou nodded in agreement: "Brother Xiao is right, you are committing suicide! The Drunken Immortal Courtyard is so big, the living room, the window, and the floor can't accommodate you? It's so chaotic outside, and you still have to run out to find excitement. If you're not dead, just have fun!"

"Or brother?" Old Zheng grimaced.

"The Saint Wusi really deserves to beat you up! Even if you are extremely wrong, it's not their turn to beat you up. Remember this account first, and we will avenge you if we have a chance." Xiao Zhou said.

"Good brother!" Lao Zheng was grateful.

Finish drinking.

The three separate.

Together with Xiao Zhou, Xiao Ran continued to investigate the case of Sirius Guard.

Xiang'an Temple.

In a wing room, an old Taoist priest sat on the bed with a gloomy face.

He is Daoist Xuanyang, who separated from Yan Luo's deputy hall master last night and hid here.

down one day.

He has been casting spells to get rid of the evil spirit of Yin Jijie left in his body, but it has no effect.

All available methods have been used, and they are stubbornly staying in his body like maggots attached to the bones.

"Damn it! How did the Xiaoyue Wolf Clan of Daqingshan get to the capital?"

suddenly.

The monster energy of his life, which had always been peaceful, moved at this moment, and Yin Jijie was casting a spell to track down his tracks.

"Not good!" Daoist Xuanyang's complexion changed.

Holding the whisk, he jumped off the bed, opened the door and left quickly.

Not long after he left, Yin Jijie followed him here, looked at the direction in which he was escaping, licked his lips, and said grimly, "You can't escape."

the following day.

Daoist Xuanyang ran frantically for his life in the capital like a bereaved dog.

in the process.

He was caught up by Yin Jijie once, and after a brief fight, he was seriously injured and wanted to leave the capital.

But the capital was blocked, and the formation was in operation, and the forceful entry might fall into the hands of the imperial court.

The continuous high-intensity raids, all the secret techniques were used, and there was no time to heal his injuries, which made his injuries worse. Relying on the medicine pill to suppress him, he was approaching the limit of his endurance, and there was a possibility of an explosion at any time.

on the street.

Daoist Xuanyang supported the wall, his heart felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

Looking behind in horror, "No! I can't go on like this, or I will die."

Thoughts turned, quickly thinking about countermeasures.

There is only one way in front of him, and with the help of the imperial court, he can survive.

But in doing so, he will lose his freedom forever.

Life is better than death.

"The Xiaoyue Wolf Clan, I'll fuck you, uncle!" Xuan Yang Dao let out a swear word angrily.

Chapter 63 Surrender

It was clearly broad daylight, but the surrounding temperature dropped to freezing point at this moment, the cold spread, and a terrible chill swept over.

A figure appeared on the street like a ghost.

Every time the footsteps fell, they were tens of feet away.

Walking through the crowd, the pedestrians on the street turned a blind eye, as if they didn't see it.

If Taoist Xuanyang felt something, he hurriedly looked back.

Looking at Yin Jijie who was catching up, his complexion changed drastically, and the blue light of his index finger was concentrated, and he quickly tapped on his chest.

Suppressing the injuries on his body again, he frantically escaped.

"I want to live!"

Rush towards the nearest yamen.

After eating, Li Heng and his group came out of the restaurant.

"My lord, Shenjianwei and Lingshensi have deceived people too much, so let's just forget about it?" A subordinate said angrily.

Li Heng held back his anger: "Fart! When did I suffer such a big loss? I was beaten twice by them, and I didn't even drink the soup last night. How can I forget it like this?"

"What good idea do you have, my lord?"

"I have already asked the higher authorities for help. When the people arrive, I will settle the matter with them."

Daoist Xuanyang just rushed over, looked at Li Heng and the others, wearing the official uniform of the Holy Warrior, his old eyes lit up, his face was filled with excitement, and he rushed over quickly.

Holding Li Heng's hand, "I want to surrender!"