Sa sa sa—

Miss Chai swung her paper short-handled sickle in an extremely exaggerated manner, striking various poses that looked impressive but were incomprehensible.

The remaining thugs fell like wheat stalks, piled up haphazardly at the door, their life or death unknown.

“Hiss...”

Chai Chai held the lantern up to her eyes and took a deep breath, as if sucking away the souls of those people from the glowing green lantern.

“Heh heh heh hahaha, power, it surges endlessly—”

Miss Chai said in a hoarse voice, then suddenly turned her head, her eyes suddenly bursting with eerie light.

The ordinary people in the hall were so frightened that they took several steps back in unison, hurriedly hiding behind Li Ang, fearing that this Jailer of Soul Chains would become bloodthirsty and hook away their souls as well.

[Faith Power +2]

[Faith Power +3]

Scattered bits of Faith Power surged up, and Li Ang was slightly stunned.

This works too?

Chai Chai, you really are a talent.

"Huff, huff..."

Miss Chai took a deep breath, and the green light in her eyes slowly dimmed, as if she had regained her sanity.

She knelt on one knee and cupped her fist towards Li Ang, "Fortunately, I have not failed my mission. I have taken away the souls of all the thugs, so that they may receive punishment commensurate with their crimes in the Avici Hell."

"Mm."

Li Ang nodded calmly, "Then thank you, Jailer."

"Real Person, you are too kind. To be able to serve the Real Person is a blessing I have cultivated for several lifetimes."

Miss Chai smiled obsequiously, "If there are any more evildoers with wicked intentions, who commit crimes and do evil,

Please be sure to summon me.

The Soul Chain Dungeon is still short of laborers."

With that, Miss Chai glanced deeply at the onlookers, scaring the latter into providing Li Ang with another seven or eight points of Faith Power, before slowly sinking and disappearing beneath the ground.

The onlookers in the hall didn't dare to move at all. After waiting in place for a long time, Yang Er asked in a trembling voice, "Dao... is it, is it over?"

"It's over."

Li Ang nodded and looked at the innkeeper, "Please arrange for someone to put these thugs on the cart and go to the county yamen to report to the authorities with me later.

After all, so many people have died, so we still have to explain the whole story to the local magistrate."

The innkeeper breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Li Ang, like the legendary wandering Daoist cultivators, would only care about punishing evil and not about cleaning up the aftermath.

If this Daoist Ximenzi patted his butt and left, leaving behind this pile of corpses of unknown origin,

As the innkeeper, it would be really difficult for him to gain the trust of the magistrate of Goose City.

The innkeeper, who had been doing sit-ups back and forth on the line of life and death, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said repeatedly, "What the Daoist says is true, it should be so, it should be so. Zhang San, Li Si, you two go and lend a hand."

The two inn employees who were named, with bitter faces, ran to the courtyard, covered the cart with straw mats, and carefully placed the "corpses" on the cart.

The inn's accountant leaned close to the innkeeper and whispered, "Boss, should I go and inform the guests upstairs?"

"Ah?"

The innkeeper was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he reacted, "No, no, let them sleep peacefully."

What a joke, the fact that thugs tried to harm the guests in his Tongfu Inn was already troublesome enough. If he was not careful, it would be closed down.

He could hide it for as long as he could.

After the employees had piled all the corpses on the cart, the innkeeper apologized to the guests in the hall again and again, begging them to go to the government to report the case with him.

In order to prove that they were not accomplices of the thieves, everyone in the inn had no choice but to agree and walked to the courtyard together.

When they were about to leave, Li Ang pretended to be compassionate and smoothed out the whites of the thugs' eyes with his own hands—

In fact, he was using the Swamp God's mark to release toxins, rapidly corroding these people's internal organs, causing their organs to fail and die.

In this way, even if the government coroner performed an autopsy, he could use the reason that "taking away the soul will lead to the corruption of the organs" to perfunctorily pass it off.

"Alright."

After confirming that all the thugs were dead, Li Ang nodded, patted the cart, asked the waiter to open the courtyard door,

A group of people, holding lanterns, marched towards the county government in a mighty manner.

"By the way, innkeeper, what is the name of this magistrate of Goose City?"

"Reporting to the Real Person, the magistrate of our Goose City is surnamed Ma, named Bangde, courtesy name Zhanmu."

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"Ahhh!"

County Magistrate Ma Bangde suddenly woke up from his dream, sat up abruptly from the bed, his back was covered in sweat.

"Husband, what's wrong~"

The newly married concubine felt the movement and sat up as well, not bothering to rub her sleepy eyes, and intimately stroked Ma Bangde's back.

Ma Bangde did not answer, looked around, saw the familiar bedroom bed, tables, chairs, and the concubine's appearance,

Only then did he feel relieved, slowly released his pale fingers that were tightly pinching the bedding, and forced a smile, "I'm fine."

In fact, he was not fine at all.

In the dream, he once again experienced extreme hunger, suffered abuse, and endured the suffering of hunger and cold.

What was all this for?

Ma Bangde sighed, and under the concubine's somewhat puzzled gaze, he got to the ground, walked to the table, and gulped down a large mouthful of cold tea,

Letting the coldness penetrate his internal organs, calming his dizzy head.

Dong dong dong!

A knock on the door sounded,

The familiar voice of the servant in the house came from outside the door, "Master, someone is reporting to the authorities!"

Ma Bangde frowned, and restored himself to the aloof county magistrate, and shouted in a low voice to the outside of the door, "Who still has a case at this late hour?"

The servant said, "It's the innkeeper of Tongfu Inn in the city. Eight thieves broke into his shop, and they're all dead."

"Dead?!"

Ma Bangde was stunned when he heard this, and most of his sleepiness vanished in an instant. He hurriedly put down the teapot in his hand, put on his coat with the help of the concubine, pushed the door open, and went straight to the court.

Eight people had died, and the situation was urgent. The county magistrate didn't have time to ask whether there was a complaint, so he directly ascended the court, and let the officials from each room, who had just been awakened from their sleep, stand on both sides of the court, summoned the innkeeper and all the people,

Began to listen to the testimony, and sent runners to the inn to check the facts.

Since this world does have transcendent powers and officially endorsed cultivators, this County Magistrate Ma Bangde was not very suspicious. After going through the inquiry process, he asked to see Li Ang's Daoist credentials.

And Li Ang, then took out a piece of white paper, using illusion to let Ma Bangde "see" the credentials, easily getting away with it.