I thought Zhang Dacheng would be as scared or say a few soft words as others, but unexpectedly, Zhang Dacheng snorted coldly, without any fear, and looked like he was not caring.

"You are the king Zheng, Han Ping was still pleading with me just now. If you put down your knife, you will still do everything before."

It turned out that it was because of this thought that Wang Zheng sneered in his heart, and the knife in his hand became even more forward, and a trace of blood slid down the edge of the knife.

"Don't lie to grandpa. What did you ask the Han surname to go to Yijingzhuang to do? And what was the matter with the Tartars just now?"

Hearing Wang Zheng's words, Zhang Dacheng's fat body trembled and said with a vicious expression: "It seems you know everything, why haven't you taken action?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zheng pushed his knee hard, Zhang Dacheng screamed and fell to the ground. Feeling Zhang Dacheng's struggle, Wang Zheng said coldly.

"I'll ask for the last time, what did you ask someone to do in Yijingzhuang, and what did you send to the Tartars!"

The neck was cold and painful. Zhang Dacheng could no longer remember how long it had been since he was threatened like this. Generally speaking, people would feel a little nervous at this moment.

But Zhang Dacheng could clearly feel the peace in Wang Zheng's heart at this moment, and even holding the knife was steadily without any shaking.

It seems that Wang Zheng must have killed several lives at hand, otherwise he could not be so calm.

At this moment, Zhang Dacheng said: "Wang Zheng, if you and I stop fighting, no one you have killed in the past should be worried. If you follow me..."

This is really tempting for ordinary people. All the murders and escapes from prison can be written off, but they can eat and drink with each other. However, Wang Zheng was not interested at all and was only focused on the questions in his heart.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zheng pointed at Zhang Dacheng's forehead and smashed it hard with the hilt of the knife. Then the knife in his hand skillfully flipped over the flower, rushed down and cut it down.

"ah!!"

Before Zhang Dacheng could take care of the blood on his head, he felt a severe pain coming from his hand. Wang Zheng actually cut his little finger down!

Holding his little fingers that were gushing with blood, Zhang Dacheng's face swelled into a pig's liver, and he shouted in anger.

"Wang Zheng! Don't toast or not eat the punishment, you are playing with fire!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng laughed, grabbed Zhang Dacheng's right hand, and a ruthless look appeared on his face.

"Grandpa burned your inspection department to play with fire? Don't be too late. Before coming, grandpa has plenty of time to cut your fingers one by one."

Speaking of this, Wang Zheng stared at Zhang Dacheng, pointed the tip of the knife at Zhang Dacheng's middle finger, and said word by word: "For the last sentence, say, or not?"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Zhang Dacheng's lips turned white in pain, and he kept gasping. Seeing Wang Zheng shook his head and lifting the knife to cut again, he was sweating all over his head and shouted impatiently.

"Say! I, I say it all!"

...

Kicking Zhang Dacheng's body with blood gushing under the bed, Wang Zheng glanced at the woman who had been huddling in the corner and asked.

"Where did Zhang Dacheng put all the money?"

The woman was so scared that she was speechless when she saw the blood on Wang Zheng's face that she was already scared and could not even speak. After hearing Wang Zheng's words, she just pointed her hand under the bed.

Wang Zheng lifted up the bed sheet and saw a small wooden box lying quietly beside Zhang Dacheng's body without his eyes closed.

When Wang Zheng opened the wooden box, a dazzling light shook his eyes so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

Although this small wooden box is not big, there are many expensive things inside. There is a layer of gold ingots at the bottom, and jewelry and jewelry are scattered on it.

Shaking his head, Wang Zheng believed it now. It seemed that the inspection was really good, but Wang Zheng naturally could not move the box away, and he could not take all the things inside.

For Wang Zheng, gold and silver are not necessary now, but they are also indispensable.

At this moment, Wang Zheng just put a few gold ingots in his arms, so that he could make up for the family income and improve Wang Liu and Yu'er. Wang Zheng himself didn't want to go back and eat steamed buns.

Before burying the box in the corner of the inner courtyard, Wang Zheng squatted down and thought for a while.

At this moment, a loud footsteps came back from the outer courtyard. The fire was under control and the group came from afar with torches in their hands.

In the end, Wang Zheng took out two things from the box, both jade bracelets and jade earrings. Wang Zheng didn't know much about this, but he looked very high-end, and he took them away with small items.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Wang Zheng leaned against the wall and tried his best to shrink his body into the shadow. Not long after, the conversation between the group became clearer and clearer.

"You haven't seen Brother Han's death look. Not to mention that look so terrible. It seems that someone has just twisted his neck!"

"Wow! Brother Han is very good at fist and footing. He has few opponents inside and outside the yamen. How could he be killed quietly?"

"I don't know, the Wang Zheng who was arrested in the daytime was gone. I'm afraid that it would be better to report to the inspector quickly."

A group of about three or five salted dicks walked by the Baishi Road, rushing to the innermost bedroom of Zhang Dacheng. There was still a bright candlelight, as if nothing had happened.

They left in a hurry and wanted to report to Zhang Dacheng. No one noticed the dark corner of the wall. Soon after they left, a figure suddenly climbed over the wall.

......

"Zhang Yanwang is dead!"

On the second day, the entire Ninghaizhou city was in full swing, and the inspector's yamen caught fire. Zhang Dacheng was found dead under his bed, and rumors spread like locusts to the ground.

"Zhang Yanwang died under the bed. It's such a good thing that killed the thief who harmed the people." A woman was carrying a basket and walking in the market to pick and choose, and she didn't forget to say a few words quickly.

A woman walking with her side nodded and said, "I don't know which hero was made by him. I hope the government won't catch him. That hero will eliminate harm for the people!"

The stall owner who sold vegetables also smiled and said, "I'm happy today, I'll collect less of you, only this day."

Upon hearing this, the woman initially said surprise: "Can you take this truth?"

The stall owner was happy and said, "On weekdays, the salt dog in Zhang Dacheng's hand has been smashed and robbed, but today there is no one. Once this ear is purified, people will be happy."

Listening to these people's conversations, a beggar-like man walked into the alley like an alley with a grin.

This beggar-like person is naturally Wang Zheng who escaped from the inspector's yamen last night. Ninghaizhou City was confined to the night. Wang Zheng didn't understand why this kind of thing was so he had to find a dilapidated house to live in for one night.

During the observations over the past few days, Wang Zheng found that the guards guarding the city were the least alert to a kind of person, that is, the refugees who looked like beggars in the city.

It was a good thing in the past few years. In recent years, there have been a large number of refugees from the north every day. Most of these people are dressed in disarray and have no valuable things on them. They come and go in Ninghaizhou City.

At first, the guards guarding the city also checked symbolically, but over time, they found that this fact was thankless and often had to get stenched on themselves.

Now when I see these people, I don’t even bother to ask, and even stand far away to urge.

That's why Wang Zheng made himself ragged, his dirt was dirty and smelly, and walking on the street made people stay away from him, a standard northern refugee outfit.
Chapter completed!