Daming King of Punishment

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Walking to the outside, Song Wuya said without turning his head, "What? The county magistrate thinks this is unlikely? Or do you know what's going on with this water ghost?"

"No, no, no! Master Song, this official has absolutely no idea about this matter! This official is just surprised that this brute can do such a thing."

Song Wuya's tone was unambiguous at all, the county magistrate was taken aback by him, and quickly explained.

Song Wuya didn't say anything, he and Bai Zhuo had already reached the gate of the yamen.

"Lord Song, Lord Bai, who are you two?" Seeing that they were about to leave, the county magistrate immediately asked.

Song Wuya shook his head: "It's nothing, just go out for a walk, you can't stay in this county office all day, right? Even if I don't feel tired, I'm afraid it will affect the county magistrate's work, right?"

After saying this, Song Wuya and Bai Zhuo had left the yamen.

The county magistrate stood there with a look of astonishment on his face. After watching the two of them leave, he sighed heavily, shook his head and turned back to the county office.

On the street, Song Wuya looked around. He looked around and said with a slight smile: "It seems that after the death of this bull, the people in this city have settled down a lot."

"I don't think so. Didn't you say that there are a lot of gangsters in this city? How could the city be peaceful if the bull died?" Bai Zhuo said disapprovingly.

"That's true, but maybe these guys are also trying to avoid the limelight. After all, this bull died strangely, and they probably don't know if someone came to them on purpose, are they afraid?"

Even though he said so, Song Wuya didn't think so, after all, these guys were definitely not such cowardly people.

"Huh? What's the smell!" Bai Zhuo suddenly sniffed his nose forcefully, and asked Song Wuya with frowns.

Song Wuya naturally smelled it, and said with a smile, "Brother Bai, why haven't you eaten stinky tofu?"

"Stinky tofu?" Bai Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then sniffed it a few more times, and immediately frowned, "This stuff is so stinky, what's so good about it?"

Seeing Bai Zhuo waving his hands in disgust, Song Wuya smiled.I thought to myself: "To be honest, I have never eaten this ancient stinky tofu, and I don't know what the original stinky tofu tastes like."

Thinking of this in his heart, Song Wuya smelled the smell and looked for it.

"Fried water ghosts, hot fried water ghosts!"

Just as he was searching, a shout suddenly came from his ear.

Song Wuya was slightly taken aback for fried water ghosts, and then he understood.He immediately walked towards the voice, and saw a lot of people gathered from a distance, obviously the fried water ghost was here.

"Boss, you are obviously fried stinky tofu, why did you become a fried water ghost?"

A diner who came over leaned over and took a look inside, and immediately became puzzled.

While flipping the stinky tofu in the pot, the vendor explained: "I said this strong man, the river has been haunted by water ghosts recently, how many people have been stopped by him, don't you want to come here to relieve your anger?"

"It's true. If it weren't for this water ghost, I would have already gone to the provincial capital." The strong man immediately became angry when he was told by the street vendor. After saying something indignantly, he raised his hand: "Come on! , give me a bowl to relieve my anger."

When he said this, the vendor immediately responded happily: "Okay! If you have nothing to eat, hurry up and have a bowl. If you eat my fried water ghost, your business will be smooth sailing in the future!"

This street vendor knows how to do business, and turned such a fried stinky tofu into a fried water ghost, which immediately attracted many customers.

Song Wuya immediately called out, "Boss, give me a bowl."

"Okay!" The vendor responded, raised his head and glanced towards Song Wuya, and then asked, "Looking at the young master's attire, he doesn't look like a businessman! The young master is going to the provincial capital to take the exam, right?"

"Rushing for the exam?" Song Wuya was stopped by the vendor's question. "What, the imperial examination at this time?"

"Huh! Isn't your son going to rush for the exam? The emperor opened Enke specially, and many students gathered in the provincial capital." The street vendor showed a puzzled look, he didn't expect to see it wrong.

Song Wuya really didn't know about this matter, so he nodded: "We are traveling in mountains and rivers, and we happened to pass by here."

"Hey, as soon as you heard what you said, you know that you must be the brother of a big family." The vendor immediately praised Song Wuya.

This made Bai Zhuo beside him couldn't help laughing.

"Boss, is the water ghost outside the city real or fake? Why do I think this is too mysterious?" Song Wuya asked the vendor as he had nothing to do.

Who knows, the vendor's face changed suddenly: "Why is it not true? I have seen it with my own eyes! That good-looking boat was walking on the river, and four water ghosts suddenly appeared in the water, and the boat was blown away. It was overturned. As soon as the people on the boat fell into the water, they couldn’t float up at all. Even if you knew how to swim, they would sink down. In the blink of an eye, the river was filled with blood. After those people sank, they were nowhere to be seen. Yes! I am not talking nonsense, I can still dream of the terrifying face of the water ghost in my dreams!"

Chapter 557 There Are Really Water Ghosts

Chapter 557 There Are Really Water Ghosts

"What does that water ghost look like?"

With a serious expression on his face, the vendor told the story, which immediately aroused the curiosity of everyone around him.

No one would have guessed that a man selling stinky tofu on this street would keep saying that he had seen a real water ghost.This kind of thing is really unbelievable.

Before Song Wuya could ask, the people around couldn't wait to ask in unison.The area around the stall, which was already lively, became even more lively now, and more people gathered.

"What else can I look like? Blue face and fangs, disheveled hair!" The vendor shook his head and said calmly.

Speaking of the water ghost's appearance, he was not as excited as he was just now.

It's just these eight words to describe it, it's really hard for people to imagine what this water ghost looks like.

After all, since ancient times, these eight characters seem to be able to describe any ghost.

However, this made people even more curious. Since the vendor had really seen these water ghosts, didn't he report to the authorities?

"Then you didn't report to the police?"

This question was asked by Bai Zhuo, and it happened to be the same as what Song Wuya was wondering about.

The vendor hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "What kind of official is this reporting? Is it possible that I still dare to fight against ghosts?"

The vendor's answer was even more confusing. Bai Zhuo looked surprised: "Then you are fighting against ghosts now? Otherwise, you fried stinky tofu well, why did you change it to fried water ghosts?"

This time, Bai Zhuo had questioned the vendor, but he was telling the truth. After all, his fried stinky tofu had turned into fried water ghosts. Do you still think that reporting the water ghosts to the government is a kind of quarrel with water ghosts? right?

"Am I not right?" Bai Zhuo was puzzled seeing that the vendor was silent.

At this time, the vendor finally said: "Even if I report this unpredictable thing to the government, the government master will definitely not believe it."

The vendor obviously didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, and after prevaricating, he started yelling again.

Looking at the situation, Bai Zhuo turned to look at Song Wuya beside him: "Brother Wuya, what kind of logic do you think he is doing?"

Song Wuya shook his head: "You are not interrogating prisoners, why are you so aggressive? Let's learn more about this water ghost from the side."

"After the water ghost capsized the boat, did they come out again?" Song Wuya asked Bai Zhuo after he said something.

The vendor didn't want to say anything more this time. After Song Wuya's words were asked, it seemed as if nothing had been heard.

Seeing this situation, Song Wuya didn't bother to look for trouble anymore, paid the money and took the stinky tofu and left directly.

They randomly found a secluded place on the street, and the two squatted there, opened the stinky tofu wrapped in oil paper and ate it.