Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 32 Killing the Prisoner

Zhang Ping listened without showing any emotion, but in his heart he had already cursed the fat man again.

You should know that this fat man has taken a lot of money from Li Changyun.

Moreover, he already knew what the fat man was going to say next.

"This time."

Upon hearing those two words, Zhang Ping's lips twitched. Then Zhang Wanli raised his voice and said, "I'll remember you for a great service."

This has happened so many times, but not once has it been useful.

However, the fat man was quite petty, so Zhang Ping could only smile and bow in thanks, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. It was merely my duty, and I dare not take credit for it."

Zhang Wanli nodded, satisfied with his attitude.

He then picked up his teacup and took a sip. Then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, the smile on his face faded, and he looked more serious.

"Oh, right."

"On my way back to the city, I passed through a village called Zhengyang Village. The village head stopped my carriage and said that things had been unsettled in their area recently, with demons appearing and several villagers already dead or injured."

"Since this is my jurisdiction, I should love the people like my own children and cannot sit idly by."

Zhang Wanli spoke with a righteous air, "Officer Zhang, take a few men and go investigate. If it's a minor demon, eliminate it on the spot. If it's a major demon, report back immediately, and I'll think of a solution."

Seeing that fat face twitching, Zhang Ping really wanted to punch him.

This was because the fat man had already tricked him once in his memory.

Two years ago, Zhang Wanli asked him to chase after a group of bandits, saying it was a small group of petty thieves, but when he got there, he found out that they were more than a dozen fierce bandits at the Body Tempering Realm.

He almost died there. When he came back, he had seven or eight wounds on his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood.

What did Zhang Wanli say?

In short, "Thank you for your hard work, I'll remember your contribution."

But that's just the fate of those who work in government.

Those above just give orders, while those below run themselves ragged.

If he dies, we can just confess again.

Zhang Ping sighed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

"Yes, sir."

He stood up, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said, "I will take care of it immediately."

Zhang Wanli smiled and nodded, waving his hand. "Go ahead, be careful on the road. If you need anything, just ask, and I will definitely support you."

Zhang Ping responded and turned to leave the back room.

After leaving, still in the yamen, he suddenly saw two familiar figures.

Heng Ziyang and Guo Jie.

The two appeared silently. Although he hadn't consciously sensed them in the yamen, their methods of concealing their presence were terrifying.

With so many people in the yamen, not a single one noticed.

Brother Zhang.

Heng Ziyang called out with a grin, while Guo Jie, behind him, maintained his cold expression, arms crossed, and didn't say a word.

Zhang Ping glanced at them, then looked around to make sure no one was watching them, and then walked over.

As soon as he arrived in front of Heng Ziyang, he saw Heng Ziyang reach into his pocket and take out a small porcelain bottle.

The porcelain bottle is small, only about the thickness of a thumb, and is covered in white glaze. The mouth of the bottle is sealed with red wax, making it look very exquisite.

He shook the small porcelain bottle in front of Zhang Ping, and the contents inside made a soft rustling sound as they bumped against the bottle walls.

Brother Zhang.

Heng Ziyang leaned closer. "This is a Blood-Boosting Pill. I saw that Brother Zhang is at the peak of the seventh level of Body Tempering. This pill is perfect for you."

"If one can refine the medicinal power after taking it, one might be able to break through to the eighth level."

After saying that, he gently nudged Zhang Ping with his shoulder, raised an eyebrow and said, "Consider this a congratulatory gift from your brother for joining our Jingtian Sect."

Zhang Ping paused slightly upon hearing this.

Blood-Inducing Pill.

He found the name in the original owner's memories.

This isn't an ordinary tonic; it's a special pill designed for cultivators in the Body Tempering Realm to break through their bottlenecks. The ingredients are expensive, and it's difficult to refine, making it extremely rare and expensive on the market. In a small place like Fenggu City, you might not be able to buy it even if you had the money.

But Heng Ziyang just casually gave this thing away.

However, he also knew one thing.

Eat people with short mouths, and take people softly.

These things weren't taken for free; they were favors that I'll have to repay later.

He does indeed need to improve his strength, and that's not pretentious.

"Then thank you very much, Brother Heng."

Zhang Ping did not refuse and immediately put the small porcelain bottle into his pocket.

Seeing that he had accepted the gift, Heng Ziyang's smile deepened, and he immediately waved his hand, "We're all brothers, no need to be so polite."

After finishing his polite words, Heng Ziyang changed his tone and said, "Brother Zhang, the town lord wants to see you tonight at the usual place."

He added, "The town lord was quite surprised to learn you were in the top ten of the top 100. I've never seen the town lord look like that before. Brother Zhang, you have a bright future ahead of you..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping's bitter smile deepened.

Heng Ziyang delivered the message, and then he and Guo Jie left home.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ping glanced at the sky and stretched his body.

He took out the key from his waist, turned around, and headed towards the government prison.

Each time he could accumulate over a thousand health points, making him wish time would pass faster.

The guys in the cell were terrified when they saw Zhang Ping come again.

After all, his punch was extremely heavy, and he attacked without even asking any questions.

In this way, Zhang Ping even solved several long-standing cold cases.

But none of this matters.

He then found the jailer on duty and asked if anyone had been executed recently.

The jailer was puzzled, but he still flipped through the book beside him and pointed to a line of text. "There is one. In the late afternoon, someone committed murder and was sentenced to immediate execution."

Zhang Ping glanced at the name on the register. He didn't remember it, and it didn't matter. As long as the person's crime was true, he felt no unease. He simply said coldly, "I will carry out this execution."

Upon hearing this, the jailer seemed somewhat curious and asked, after all, this wasn't exactly an easy job, "Officer Zhang, what's this?"

Zhang Ping glanced at him, then looked at the broadsword at his waist, and said, "Practice swordsmanship."

Upon hearing this, the jailer then said in a fawning tone, "If you need to practice your sword skills, there are a few wooden dummies in the storeroom. Isn't that better than watching this? Killing someone is bad luck."

Zhang Ping didn't want to explain further, and could only say, "If the sword technique requires it, let me know when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The jailer watched his retreating figure and muttered, "These days are really strange; people are eager to do such unlucky things."

Shen Shi (3-5 PM).

The execution ground was set up on a small open space behind the prison, no more than ten zhang in circumference.

It was surrounded by a wooden fence, and the ground was compacted yellow earth, but it had been soaked in blood too many times and its color had turned somewhat black.

When Zhang Ping arrived, the prisoner had already been brought over.

The man was in his thirties, burly, with a fierce face. He was being forced to kneel on the ground by two jailers, his mouth stuffed with rags, sobbing and unable to speak.

His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

Zhang Ping was watching him from the side. At first, the man did not have any red spots on his body.

Zhang Ping thought he was wrong.

Could it be that the enemy I perceive is incompetent?

But a moment later, when the death row inmate looked at him, the red dot appeared.

This also illustrates that the red dot only appears when someone is considered an enemy.

Time is running out.

There were not many people who came to watch; only a few local residents and a few constables on duty.

This execution ground was nothing like the bustling, crowded scenes depicted in folk tales; in reality, most people were unwilling to come and see it.

It's not because I'm scared, but because watching it will give me nightmares.