Chapter 659: The Village Chief Was Captured

At this time, Tuobayu looked proud, as if he was excited to witness the county magistrate in such a state of embarrassment.

When the county magistrate heard Tuobayu's sarcasm, his face became even more ugly, but he could only remain silent, lowered his head, and silently endured her ridicule.

The assassins appeared like ghosts. They moved quickly and agilely, and soon they quietly took the old monk away.

Although the old monk is old, his expression is still as calm as water.

They came to a hidden cave, and the candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating everyone's face.

The old monk sat on a stone, with a calm face and gentle eyes looking at the assassin in front of him, and slowly asked: "Donors, why did you bring me here?"

One of the assassins had a hint of ferocity in his eyes, but facing the old monk's calmness, his aura was inexplicably weaker. He gritted his teeth and said, "Huh, someone wants your life!"

After hearing this, the old monk smiled slightly. There was no fear in his smile, but a kind of detached indifference. He said softly: "I have lived my whole life without fighting against the world. I don't know who I have offended to suffer this disaster. "

Another assassin shouted impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Today is the day you die!"

The old monk still looked at them calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with him. He just shook his head gently and sighed.

The old monk looked at the assassins firmly and said slowly: "Even if you just want me to die, can you let me die clearly?"

The assassins looked at each other, and one of them snorted, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and threw it in front of the old monk.

The old monk picked up the paper doubtfully, unfolded it and took a look. He was suddenly shocked, with a look of astonishment on his face, and the paper in his hand almost slipped.

His eyes were fixed on the portrait, his lips trembled slightly, and he murmured in disbelief: "This...how is this possible..."

His eyes were full of surprise and confusion, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.

The assassins looked at the old monk's reaction with indifference, and one of them sneered: "Now, you should know why you are dying."

The old monk raised his head, looked away from the portrait, and looked at the assassins. There were more complex emotions in his eyes, including shock, confusion, and a trace of imperceptible sadness.

The old monk suddenly started crying like a child.

Tears fell from his old face, and he choked and said: "I deserve to die. I regret it!"

His voice was full of pain and regret, his shoulders were shaking constantly, and his sad look made people feel pity for him.

An assassin frowned and said, "Huh, now you know you regret it? Why did you go there earlier!"

The old monk raised his tearful eyes, looked at the assassins, and said with full self-blame: "It's my fault. It's my fault. I'm sorry..."

His words were sporadic, as if he had used all his strength to speak each word.

"I thought that the past was in the past, but I didn't expect that I would not be able to escape this disaster after all."

The old monk cried and said, "I really realized my mistake, but it's a pity that it was too late..."

His eyes were full of despair and sadness, and his sad expression filled the entire cave with a heavy atmosphere, making people unable to help but be moved by his experience.

Seeing the old monk's appearance, the assassins around him were slightly moved for a moment, and the ferocious expressions on their faces softened slightly.

The old monk stopped crying and slowly raised his head. There were still wet tears on his face. He said with a sad expression: "That's all, that's all. I really deserve to die. Just go ahead and kill me."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was going to kill someone at the slightest opportunity.

After hearing what the old monk said, the assassins couldn't help but look at each other with surprised expressions on their faces.

One of the assassins frowned and said in confusion: "Why did this old monk suddenly accept his fate like this?"

They looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little at a loss for a moment.

After a while, the leader of the assassin said hesitantly: "Is this old monk playing some tricks?"

But looking at the old monk's calm and decisive look, it didn't look like he was cheating.

Their hearts were full of doubts, but they didn't know what to do. Their originally determined murderous intentions were wavering a little at this moment, and the atmosphere in the cave became particularly strange.

The old monk sat there quietly for a long time, and suddenly slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of determination and indifference in his eyes. He looked directly at the assassins and asked calmly: "Why don't you take action yet?"

Several assassins were a little shocked by the old monk's sudden behavior, and they didn't know how to respond for a moment.

The old monk smiled miserably, shook his head, and murmured: "That's all, that's all, since you can't do it, then I will do it myself."

After saying that, a look of determination appeared on his face, he opened his mouth suddenly and stuck his tongue between his teeth.

There was no hesitation or fear in his expression, only a sense of detachment and relief.

Just when he was about to bite, an assassin couldn't help shouting: "Master, wait!"

However, the old monk didn't seem to hear it, and his teeth were already biting his tongue tightly. Blood instantly flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his body slowly collapsed.

The assassins stared with eyes wide open, their faces full of shock and disbelief. They stared at the scene in front of them blankly, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The assassins stared blankly at the old monk slowly collapsing, and for a moment they were at a loss.

"How could this happen..." one of the assassins muttered to himself.

The leading assassin quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the blood that kept flowing out of the corner of the old monk's mouth.

However, the old monk could no longer answer him at this time. His eyes began to become blurred, but his face seemed to still have a trace of relief and calm.

"Did we... do something wrong..." another assassin whispered, with a trace of regret in his voice.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the cave, and the candlelight seemed to have become much dimmer at this moment.

Several assassins stood there, not speaking for a long time, just quietly looking at the old monk who had no breath, with a lot of thoughts in their hearts.

They were just tools to carry out the mission, but at this moment they were deeply shocked by the old monk's actions, as if something was quietly touched deep in their hearts.

Several assassins looked at each other, their faces full of panic.

"What can we do? The master just wants him to confess, not to die!" An assassin said anxiously, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead and fear in his eyes.

Another assassin stamped his feet fiercely and said angrily: "It's all our fault. Why didn't we stop him earlier! It's over now. The master will definitely not let us off easily!"

His face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly.

The leading assassin frowned and tried to calm himself down.

He took a deep breath and said: "Don't worry, things have come to this point, we have to find a way quickly." There was a hint of thought in his eyes.

"What else can we do? People are dead!" An assassin cried out with a crying voice, his face full of despair.

"Shut up!" The leading assassin glared at him, "Let's clean up here first, then go back and report to the master truthfully and wait for the punishment."

He sighed helplessly, his face full of sorrow, looking at the old monk's body, his eyes full of regret and self-blame.

They began to clean up the scene in a hurry, their movements were flustered and embarrassed, and they were all worried about what kind of punishment they would face after returning.

In the dark and damp cell, Xi Yu sat quietly against the wall, without much expression on his face, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

The county magistrate's face was full of anxiety, and his voice was anxious: "Prime Minister, please leave quickly!"

Xi Yu slowly raised his head, glanced at the county magistrate, then shook his head firmly and said lightly: "I won't leave."

When the county magistrate heard it, his eyes widened, his face was full of surprise, his mouth slightly opened, as if he couldn't believe that Xi Yu would answer like this.

"Prime Minister, why are you doing this?" His voice was a little trembling.

Xi Yu looked at him expressionlessly and said in a deep voice: "I have my reasons."

The county magistrate stamped his feet anxiously, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He quickly admitted his mistakes again: "It's all my fault. I didn't do my job well and let you suffer. Please get out!"

As he said this, he kept kowtowed, and the ground was slightly creaking.

His face was full of fear and earnestness, and his eyes were full of pleading. He kowtowed and said: "Prime Minister, please forgive me. As long as you get out, I am willing to do anything!"

In the dark cell, Xi Yu still sat quietly against the wall, his expression as calm as water.

The county magistrate was still kowtowed, and his forehead was already red and swollen.

Xi Yu's mouth curled slightly, and he finally said: "Hmph, I've been waiting for you to say this. Then let me ask you, how do you plan to deal with the matter of the head of the village?"

When the county magistrate heard this, he was stunned at first, and then he looked up as if he had suddenly realized something. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Prime Minister, I will go to arrest the head of the village right away and give you an explanation!"

His face was full of flattery and a hint of relief.

Xi Yu snorted lightly, with a hint of disdain in his expression, "It's good to know, then why don't you go quickly."

The county magistrate nodded repeatedly, and said as if he had been pardoned: "Yes, yes, I will go right away, right away."

As he said that, he stood up in a hurry and prepared to go out.

At this time, Xi Yu waved his hand impatiently and said coldly: "Get out of here, don't disturb me here."

The county magistrate quickly bowed and saluted, and then left quickly with his men. The cell returned to silence, leaving only Xi Yu alone.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about what to do next.

In the cell, Tuoba Yu frowned and accused Xi Yu, "Why don't you go out first? What's the point of staying here!"

Xi Yu sat on the haystack, with a smile on his lips, and replied leisurely, "I think it's not bad here, it's quiet."

Tuoba Yu widened his eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and said anxiously, "Stop it! It's dirty and smelly here, how can it be good?"

Xi Yu raised his head and looked at Tuoba Yu, with a flash of determination in his eyes, and said slowly, "I have my own ideas, you don't have to worry about me."

Tuoba Yu sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said, "You are such a weirdo, I don't understand what you are thinking."

Xi Yu smiled, did not answer, just looked at the wall of the cell quietly, as if thinking about something.

The night enveloped the village, and the bright moonlight poured down, illuminating the faces of the villagers who gathered together, some angry and some confused.

"Why did the headman call us here at this late hour?" A villager shouted angrily, frowning and full of impatience.

"That's right, it's so late and we can't rest." Another villager echoed, stamping his feet.

After a while, the headman came and stood in front of everyone, his face was terribly gloomy.

He glanced at everyone coldly, and his eyes seemed to freeze people.

He said sinisterly: "Be quiet! I called you here tonight to tell you that whoever dares to go against me in the future will have disastrous consequences! Be honest!"

His voice was cold and threatening.

When the villagers heard this, some showed fear on their faces, while others gritted their teeth and flickered with unwillingness in their eyes, but under the fierce gaze of the headman, they dared not say anything more.

The village head looked at the reactions of the crowd, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smug and cold smile, as if he was very satisfied with his deterrence.

Under the moonlight, his figure looked particularly gloomy, making people feel cold.

In this tense atmosphere, only a burst of hurried footsteps came from far away.

Many yamen runners walked quickly with neat and powerful steps.

They looked serious, holding knives and sticks in their hands, and behind them, the county magistrate was following slowly.

The village head saw this scene and laughed triumphantly, and the laughter was particularly harsh in the silent night.

He shouted to the villagers wantonly: "See? This is the end of going against me! Anyone who is not honest will be arrested!"

His face was full of arrogance and domineering, and his eyes flashed with cunning light, as if everything was under his control.

Many villagers heard this and immediately showed a look of horror on their faces.

Some villagers bit their lips tightly, clutched the corners of their clothes tightly with both hands, and were filled with anxiety.

For a moment, the crowd was filled with an atmosphere of fear, and under the bright moonlight, these expressions of fear were particularly clear.

The county magistrate looked at all this with a dignified face, his expression was unfathomable, and people could not guess his thoughts.

The head of the village had a flattering smile on his face, trotting all the way to the county magistrate, bending his waist very low, and saluted respectfully: "County magistrate, why are you here at this time?"

The county magistrate looked at him coldly with a blank expression, and his eyes seemed to penetrate his heart.

Then, the county magistrate's cold voice sounded: "Catch the village head!"

The village head was shocked when he heard it, his eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, and he asked in a trembling voice: "County magistrate, what are you doing? What did I do wrong?"

His face turned pale in an instant, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his body was trembling slightly, and his previous arrogance disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The county magistrate still looked at him coldly without saying a word.

The surrounding yamen runners quickly stepped forward, grabbed the village head's arm without saying anything, and controlled him firmly.

The village head struggled, and kept shouting: "County magistrate, it's unfair! You can't do this to me!"

But the county magistrate was not moved at all, but a trace of barely perceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.

The village head struggled hard, his face flushed, and shouted loudly: "County magistrate, even if you want to arrest me, you must give me a reason!" His eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

The county magistrate snorted coldly and said, "You embezzled the money from above to build the bridge. Shouldn't you be arrested for this?"

The village head was shocked when he heard it. His face was full of astonishment and his mouth was wide open.

But then, as if he had given up, he showed a ferocious look and cursed, "County magistrate, you are crossing the river and destroying the bridge! Didn't you do the same?"

There was a gleam of resentment in his eyes, and his voice became particularly sharp.

The county magistrate's face instantly became extremely ugly. He glared at the magistrate and shouted, "How dare you! Stop talking nonsense! Come on, take him away!"

The surrounding yamen runners immediately dragged the village head hard, but the village head still yelled and cursed relentlessly. His crazy appearance was completely different from before.

The village head was dragged away by the yamen runners roughly. He struggled and yelled, but was eventually taken away from people's sight.

In the crowd, people looked at each other in surprise.

"What's going on?" A villager whispered, frowning.

"Yes, aren't the village head and the county magistrate always in the same boat? How could he be arrested by the county magistrate?" Another villager also said with a puzzled look on his face.

Just as everyone was talking about it.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man in the crowd suddenly laughed "haha".

The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Look, the village head said before that everyone should not offend him, otherwise he would be arrested, but in the end, he was arrested first!"

The surrounding villagers were stunned at first, and then they all reacted and laughed.

"Haha, that's right, this is really retribution in this life!" A young villager covered his stomach and laughed, his face full of gloating.

"He has finally gotten what he deserves. He used to be so arrogant, but now he's fine." Another villager pouted, his face full of mockery.

"Oh my, I never thought of that." A woman laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, and tears came out of her eyes.

Everyone's laughter echoed in the night sky, as if diluting the tense atmosphere just now.

At this moment, everyone was immersed in this sudden joy. (End of this chapter)