Chapter 1216: Poor Public Security
Soon everyone in the yamen knew that two people who used the back door became detectives.
The entire yamen was speculating on the identities of the two people.
"The county magistrate is from a Taoist sect. He is unselfish and does not give face to anyone. He can let the county magistrate go through the back door. This relationship is quite strong."
"Do you think it's possible that the two of them are Taoist people?"
"Impossible, Taoist sects are all proud of heaven, how can they be Kuhaha's catchers?"
To the common people, a policeman is a majestic person, and everyone is scared when he sees one. But you really don’t know until you become one. The day and night shifts in this line of work are non-stop, and you may be called back to work even on holidays. If you encounter something big, The case makes it even impossible to take a break, and it also requires skills to avoid being stabbed to death by criminals.
The chief clerk said firmly: "In my opinion, these two people are likely to be barbarians."
"Barbarian?"
"Yes, think about it, our Quyi County is in Huangzhou, and the barbarians are also in Huangzhou. These two are probably your relatives."
"But their surname is not Man."
"A distant relative, whose surname is Barbarian."
"That makes sense."
This view was quickly recognized by the entire yamen. Since they came in through the back door, the rules in the yamen did not apply to these two people. As long as these two people did not do anything too outrageous, they could just turn a blind eye. .
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There are many ores in Huangzhou, and the monks refined the ores according to local conditions. Over time, Huangzhou became a gathering place for blacksmiths, and there were hundreds of large and small blacksmith shops in Quyi County.
Wang's Blacksmith Shop is the most inconspicuous among many blacksmith shops. Their main source of customers is repairing their neighbors' shovels, hoes, kitchen knives, and iron pots.
Lao Wangtou, who had a missing front tooth, was very skilled at repairing these things and would always be able to repair them without any flaws.
But that's about it.
In the Wang family's blacksmith shop, there are only two people, Old Wangtou and Xiao Wang, who depend on each other. As Old Wangtou gets older, Xiao Wang, the blacksmith, takes over his work and repairs the iron pots for the neighbors.
"Grandpa, it's time to eat." Blacksmith Xiao Wang called to Lao Wangtou to eat.
Normally, Lao Wangtou would walk out of the house with a smile, but today Blacksmith Xiao Wang called several times, but Lao Wangtou didn't come out.
Blacksmith Xiao Wang was worried about his grandfather. When he entered the house, he saw Lao Wangtou holding a piece of red cloth, dazed.
"Child, come here. Grandpa has something to tell you." Old Wangtou's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were no longer as bright as before and became extremely dim.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Actually, there is something that grandpa has never told you. In fact, grandpa is not a mortal, but a monk."
"Grandpa's true identity is that he is a descendant of the Wang family, a reclusive craftsman who has been passed down for thousands of years."
"Grandpa violated the ancestral teachings and created an evil sword. The evil sword has no grade and is thirsty for blood. The more people it kills and the more blood it drinks, the higher its grade."
The old king opened the red cloth in his arms, revealing a ferocious blood sword. The hilt was inlaid with a vermilion gem, like the eye of a demon.
"As soon as this sword was born, it was targeted by the people of the Hundred Swords Alliance. The Hundred Swords Alliance wanted to take away my sword. I know that if this bloodthirsty evil sword falls into their hands, all lives will be destroyed."
"Grandpa fled all the way here to avoid being pursued by the Hundred Swords Alliance."
"Grandpa still wants to destroy this evil sword. Unfortunately, this sword is the work of my extraordinary ability. It is hard and cannot be destroyed by me."
"Since the refining of magic swords is prohibited by Daxia, grandpa did not dare to tell the government about it, so he could only settle here anonymously, and then he picked you up."
"It's a pity that after hiding for so many years, people from the Hundred Swords Alliance finally found him."
The old Wangtou took out a token: "This is the Hundred Swords pursuit order. I received it today. What the Hundred Swords Alliance likes most is to play with their prey. If my prediction is good, they should take action tonight."
"Members of the Hundred Swords Alliance all hold the Heavenly Weapon Divine Sword, and they look at whatever direction the Divine Sword points."
Lao Wangtou stuffed a package into Blacksmith Xiao Wang: "Grandpa is incompetent and can't protect you. Later, Grandpa will fight to the death with the people of the Hundred Swords Alliance. When the time comes, you can take advantage of the chaos and run away!"
"Grandpa!" Blacksmith Xiao Wang cried while holding Old Wang's head.
Blacksmith Xiao Wang is no better than a child, and Lao Wang’s eyes also turned red.
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"It's really deserted at night." Detective Lu Yang and Detective Meng Jingzhou patrolled the streets at night.
It was already past midnight, and the streets were deserted and deserted, with only the two of them.
"By the way, have you thought about what Dao Fruit you want to condense?" Lu Yang casually raised a topic.
Meng Jingzhou shook his head and swung his sword back and forth: "I haven't thought about it yet. Even with Senior Nine Immortals here, I can't condense things like the Zhiyang Dao Fruit."
"And you?"
"I haven't thought about it either."
While the two were discussing, they saw two dark figures coming towards them, blending into the night. The two figures were carrying something unknown, tied with black cloth, and bulging.
"Stop, who are you and why are you wandering on the street!"
Lu Yang shouted and asked: "Bring out your identity documents or other things that can prove your identity!"
The shoulders of the two mysterious figures shook and they laughed eerily: "It's true that those who don't know are fearless. If you encounter us, you are just unlucky."
"Our swords are our identity!"
They pulled out what was behind them, and it turned out to be two strange-shaped swords!
In an instant, two mysterious figures appeared behind the two young detectives, sheathing their swords neatly.
"I released the Eight Swords." One of the mysterious figures said.
"I released the Nine Swords." Another mysterious figure was stronger.
The two mysterious figures looked at each other and sneered, and continued walking towards the Wang family's blacksmith shop.
"You two, don't leave in a hurry, come back."
Lu Yang grabbed the collars of the two mysterious figures.
The two mysterious figures looked at Lu Yang in disbelief. Logically speaking, shouldn't this person have been cut into eight pieces by them?
They wanted to draw their swords and attack, but found that only the hilts of their swords were left!
Meng Jingzhou helplessly looked at the broken pieces of iron at his feet. What a broken sword. It broke into pieces the moment it touched them.
The skills of these two people are also bad enough. They don't even know what's left of the sword, and they still swing it like crazy.
"Tell me, what are you doing?"
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Wang's Blacksmith Shop.
The grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried for a long time. The old Wangtou kept muttering in his heart, this is not right, it is time for the people from the Hundred Swords Alliance to come.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door, and Lao Wangtou's heart trembled, he's here!
"Is anyone at home? We are county police officers and we want to find out something from you."
Still want to pretend to be a police officer and lure us to open the door? Could it be that the Hundred Swords Alliance treats me as a fool!
Lao Wangtou wiped the sword with his palm, and the evil sword swallowed the blood in his palm and became more ferocious.
Blacksmith Xiao Wang opened the door secretly, and Lao Wangtou charged up his sword and aimed at the two figures at the door.
"Kids, run! I'll fight you!"
Lu Yang stretched out his index and middle fingers and gently clamped the evil sword, trying to hold back as much force as possible for fear of breaking the sword.
Meng Jingzhou clicked his tongue: "The security in this place is not good. On the first night as a police officer, he was hacked by two groups of people?" (End of Chapter)