2327 The Real World 9

The middle-aged man pointed at Hua Ziyun and kid Mo, "You, you, you killed my son."

The driver stood in front of Hua Ziyun and said coldly, "He rushed to the front of the car by himself, and it has nothing to do with us."

"You were killed, but you still don't admit it." The middle-aged man glared at them.

The people around pointed at Hua Ziyun and Xiao Zimo.

"Oh, it's really pitiful to die at such a young age."

"Pity this couple, they managed to raise the child so big. Now the white-haired person is going to send the black-haired person."

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The boy's eyes swept across the faces of the middle-aged couple of the three, and then looked at the boy in the pool of blood, his eyes were deep.

Hua Ziyun looked at the driver, "Why are you so careless?"

The coachman replied in a panic, "Master, before that man rushed out, I pulled the carriage. According to reason, it is impossible to hit him, and even if it hits, it will not kill him on the spot."

Hua Ziyun frowned slightly.

Now that the facts are in front of them, and so many people have seen it with their own eyes, it is impossible for them to justify it.

Just then, a group of yamen came from behind the crowd.

"Get out, get out."

When the people saw the yamen coming, they all gave way.

The head of the yamen asked several people: "What happened?"

When the middle-aged man saw the yamen coming, it was as if he saw a savior.

"Master, they killed my son, you have to decide for my son."

The head of the yamen heard this and said angrily: "Who dares to kill people in the streets on my territory, how unreasonable."

"It's them." The middle-aged man pointed at Hua Ziyun and kid Mo.

The head of the yamen glanced at them, and without asking a question, he directly ordered: "Arrest them."

The coachman stood in front of Hua Ziyun and asked, "I don't care about my master. I am driving the carriage. If you want to arrest me, you can arrest me."

The head of the yamen snorted coldly, "You and your master will be arrested together."

"You..." Killing intent flashed across the driver's eyes.

Hua Ziyun grabbed the driver who was about to make a move and motioned him to hold still. The coachman was ordered by his master and did not dare to disobey.

As soon as they left, the people onlookers went up one after another.

After two quarters of an hour, the group entered the cell, and the dark and damp cell exuded a musty smell and stench. Hua Ziyun and Xiao Zimo frowned unconsciously. Just two steps away, a cell head opened the door of a cell and ordered the driver to go in.

As soon as he entered, the jailer closed the door.

The driver was anxious, "Where are you taking the young master?"

When the jailer saw him yelling, he unceremoniously beat him with a whip, and said angrily, "There is no need to worry about age."

Hua Ziyun said to the driver, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The jailer pushed Hua Ziyun and urged impatiently, "Let's go quickly."

The two were held by the jailer and went to the depths of the cell.

The jailer opened a cell door and pushed the two inside.

The kid Mo looked at the few people sitting, standing or lying in the prison. These people's eyes were fierce, and their bodies exuded a fierce aura. This guy looks like a wicked person.

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw these people.

This is not an ordinary car accident, it should be deliberately made by someone, and it should be directed at Hua Ziyun.

Hua Ziyun also realized that something was wrong.

They deliberately separated the two of them from the driver and locked them in this cell.