Houya Study Room.

When Su An saw the county magistrate Song Heng again, he suddenly jumped in his heart.

Although Song Heng looked sad last night, he was full of energy and his eyes were bright.

Now, although Song Heng is still sitting upright on the chair, his face is dull and his eyes seem to be a little turbid, which is a sign of his lack of energy.

"The existence on Tiger Roaring Mountain is a giant tiger with a seventh-grade realm."

Song Heng looked at Zhao Huan and Su An and spoke slowly: "I can't do anything to the giant tiger."

"Send someone to send this document to the government office immediately."

Song Heng pointed to the desk in front of him with a finger, and a document floated up and fell into Zhao Huan's hands: "This matter should not be circulated before the government office sends people."

"I'll take a few days to rest in the next few days."

"The people from the government office should not be delayed for too long."

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Song Heng's lips. If he could subdue the giant tiger and be used by the Immortal Dynasty, it would be a reward.

The idle immortal officials in the government office would not give up when they saw this opportunity to gain credit. They would probably come in a hurry, for fear that the giant tiger would be subdued by others or be scared away.

"yes."

Zhao Huan nodded and held the letter in both hands.

Song Heng closed his eyes and waved his hand, not talking.

Zhao Huan and Su An retreated together. Song Heng was in a bad mood at this time. They would definitely not touch their eyebrows at this time.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as Zhao Huan and Su An came out of the study, they saw a yamen run over in a hurry and couldn't help but ask.

"Wang Wu's family is crying outside the yamen."

"I said it was fine when I went out in the morning, so why did he die? The other immortal officials are fine."

The yamen was full of impatient faces. Naturally, this kind of thing was not something he, an ordinary yamen runner, could not be managed by.

But now, it is time to release the yamen again, and the immortal officials in the yamen have returned to their own houses. Otherwise, he would not have come to Houya to find the county master.

"This matter does not need to alarm the county master."

Zhao Huan said, "Take me to have a look."

After saying this, Zhao Huan strode out of the yamen, without even bothering to say a few more words to Su An.

"Why."

Su An sighed and followed.

"Sir, my husband died miserably."

Outside the yamen, Wang Wu's first wife and his teenage son were slumped on the ground, crying loudly. Wang Wu's body was also carried over on the door panel, covered with a layer of white cloth.

There was also a group of people wrapped in white cloth around their waists, and they should be Wang Wu's relatives.

"Mrs. Wang, don't make trouble in front of the yamen."

Zhao Huan frowned: "Wang Wu is an immortal official, he is a toll-door officer. Now he dies tragically, and we are also sad."

"If there are any difficulties in your family in the future, just mention them."

"As long as it is reasonable, this commander will be taken care of by someone. After all, he is a colleague for many years."

Zhao Huan's first few words were a little stiff, but listening to the wailing of Wang Wu's wife and others, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Wang Wu and he were also colleagues for more than ten years. Now that he has lost his life, he feels uncomfortable.

Wang Wu's first wife and only son were still slumped on the ground and cried loudly, heartbreaking, and his throat was hoarse.

"General Zhao."

"Brother Wang's family also has an old mother in her 80s."

"Now that he has let go, this family will be disbanded."

A middle-aged man with white cloth tied around his waist stood up and bowed to Zhao Huan, with a sad face.

Su An sighed and left quietly from the side. He could naturally see the purpose of the Wang Wu family, but there was no right or wrong in this matter.

After all, Wang Wu had lost his life and could not buy it back no matter how much money he had.

"You still have to improve your level to have more skills to save your life."

The crying of Wang Wu’s wife and children gradually faded away, and Su An’s desire for the realm was even greater. Only when his cultivation level was high enough can his life be guaranteed.

Of course, the level of cultivation and danger cannot be simply equated.

No matter how high or low your cultivation level is, if you act accidentally, you will get into big troubles that will be enough to lose your life. However, if your cultivation level is high enough, you will be less passive when you act.

Originally, when he came back from Hu Xiaoshan today, Su An was hungry because his chest was pressed against his back, but now he suddenly felt that he had no appetite.

Even when I passed by the restaurant and smelled the scent of the food floating out of the restaurant, I felt that it was not as tempting as before.

He opened the yard door in distractedly. Su An did not go back to the house, but sat down on the stone pier beside the big tree in the yard, looking up at the night in the distance, feeling a little stunning.

He wanted to go back to the house to meditate and practice, but he couldn't calm down at all. The scene of Tiger Roaring Mountain appeared in his mind from time to time, and the wailing scene of Wang Wu's wife and children in front of the yamen just now flashed by.

"Su Dunzhu."

"who?"

Su An, who had originally stared at the night and had no idea where his mind was floating toward, instantly stood up from the stone pier, and had already pulled out a scimitar with his right hand. His eyes were sharp, cold, and full of murderous intent.

"What is Master Su afraid of?"

With this sentence, a man with a black robe and a burly figure actually opened the door from the house, with a piece of cloth covering his face, only his eyes and forehead exposed.

"Who are you?"

"It is a serious crime to dare to break into the house of the immortal official."

Su An stared at the man in black robe with his eyes. Even if he had already guessed in his heart, it would be impossible to let go: "Take off your mask."

Su An finished speaking, and the man in black actually took off the mask from his face.

The rosy face and a big mouth that was enough to grin next to the ears made the man in black robe look a little more peculiar.

"please."

The man in black robe threw a black sign onto the stone table beside Su An.

Su An glanced at the black brand. The black brand was semicircular, and there were no too many patterns on it, but there were only half a cloud of clouds. Except, there was no trace of the handwriting.

This seems to be the same as the sign at the bottom of the box where the spirit stones were stored in his house, except that the sign is a semicircle on the other side.

In a moment, Su An had already understood the function of this black semicircular brand, and at the same time, he felt relieved.

Since the people who were in the private gang where he was in the past had to use this method to check their identities, the person in front of him must not know each other.

A trace of disdain appeared on Su An's lips: "You should be a private repairman, right?"

"Come and find me a little immortal official, but what advice do you have?"

As he spoke, Su An had already thrown the sign in his hand back to the man in black: "Does he want to use this broken sign to buy me?"

No matter at all times, you must be careful in speaking. This is Su An's code of conduct.
Chapter completed!