When Song Fengshi was named by his father, he originally thought he would be lucky, but who knew that things would go against his wishes.

Song Fengshi learned literature since he was a child, but at that time the world was in chaos, and only military generals could make achievements. After finally experiencing troubled times, Song Fengshi, who was already in his forties, was recommended to be the magistrate of Linjiang County by someone.

Although he was only an eighth-rank county magistrate, Song Fengshi believed that with his knowledge, he would definitely make a name for himself. But what he did not expect was that he actually met Liu Jinnian, the boss.

Liu Jinnian, the magistrate of Linjiang County, was narrow-minded and had no tolerance. The county had all the powers and powers, and did not give others any chance at all.

Song Fengshi worked as the county magistrate in Linjiang County for four years. Although he worked diligently, he had to work hard and did not save any conspicuous achievements. If this continues, how could he be promoted? When will he succeed?

That afternoon, Song Fengshi went home at Wanmao in the yamen and suddenly saw a letter on the table.

"Ten thousand taels of silver, one person can get it alone? At midnight, five miles west of the city."

When I opened the letter, the content was only sixteen words, but after reading it, Song Fengshi was scared and sweated, and his legs fell and he sat on the chair next to him.

It was not until after a while that Song Fengshi took a few breaths before he calmed down a little and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Song Fengshi took out the letter again and read it several times. Every time he read it, he was frightened. Finally, he looked at the envelope again, without a signature on it.

Song Fengshi asked his family, but no one saw outsiders entering the door, let alone any letters. Song Fengshi was uneasy and quickly found a brazier and burned the letters to nothing.

"Who is it..."

Song Fengshi sat there, frowned and thought.

Who knew that he stole 10,000 taels of silver from the warehouse? With his methods, it should not be discovered. But, the letter was put in his house and he pointed out tens of silver in his heart.

Song Fengshi's stealing of silver in the treasury was not a temporary greed. He wanted to use this to defeat Liu Jinnian, and then pretend to investigate the case and find out the money and make contributions, all for his career.

Everything went smoothly, but I never expected that this matter would be exposed. This is not as simple as stealing chickens and eroding rice. You know, stealing official silver is a serious crime of beheading!

Fortunately, the man sent a letter and explained the time and location to meet him, but did not report him directly. Song Fengshi guessed that he should be a greedy person and wanted to use this as a threat to obtain the benefits of the ten thousand taels of silver.

"Damn little thief!"

Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed through Song Fengshi's eyes. If the man hid and did not show up, he really had no choice, but since he had agreed to meet, don't blame him for being ruthless!

Song Fengshi has decided to go to the appointment tonight and kill someone to silence him!

In a state of uneasiness, time passed very slowly, and finally waited until evening. Song Fengshi touched the beads on his wrist, took a deep breath and walked out of the house.

Song Fengshi did not have the strength of horses and mules, but the five miles west of the city was not very far. When he was half an hour away from the middle of the city, he arrived at the agreed location.

This is a wasteland with no obstacles around. If the other party wants to make an ambush, he should not choose this place.

Song Fengshi took a deep breath, stood there looking in the direction of the county town, and waited quietly.

Time passed slowly, and it was almost midnight. Just when Song Feng was irritated, he suddenly saw a figure from afar, walking slowly towards this side.

When the figure was closer, Song Fengshi finally saw it clearly and couldn't help but be surprised. It was not the big and strong look he imagined, but the young man dressed in a literary man.

"It was the letter you sent me!"

The man approached, and Song Fengshi looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

"Haha, it's me."

Mi Xiaoxia smiled and nodded, who else could Mi Xiaoxia be?

In recent days, Mi Xiaoxia has been riding a horse around the county town, but not wandering around, nor showing off his red horse, but is really looking for the thief who steals Kuyin.

According to Mi Xiaoxia's inference, Kuyin should have been stolen by ghosts. But think about it, why do ghosts need so much money to extract yin energy or absorb human blood and heart-to-heart cultivation?

Only humans like silver.

Another point is that the portrait of the door god on the warehouse door was torn, which means that the ghost is afraid of the door god. The question is, since the ghost is afraid of the door god, who is torn the portrait?

Obviously, although it was the ghost stolen by Kuyin, there must be someone behind it!

Mi Xiaoxia couldn't help but boldly guess that this was probably the same as him, a Taoist practitioner who could control ghost skills!

So in the past few days, Mi Xiaoxia has wandered around the county town, observing the title of passers-by. Ordinary people have white titles, and finally, three days later, he saw a red title, LV2.

That person is either someone else, or Song Fengshi!

Next, Mi Xiaoxia asked the ugly slave to stare at Song Fengshi again, and soon discovered that he was indeed very suspicious.

So Mi Xiaoxia secretly sent him a letter and made an appointment here. Now that Song Fengshi has come, it means that he is indeed a thief who steals the silver treasury.

"Hehe, it's interesting. The dignified county magistrate actually robbed himself."

Looking at Song Fengshi, Mi Xiaoxia couldn't help but smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, your helpers are all coming out together."

Song Fengshi also looked at Mi Xiaoxia and said with a cold face.

"Help? I don't have any helpers, I'm the only one."

Mi Xiaoxia waved his hand and said seriously.

"It's about ten thousand taels of silver, how can you tell others?"

"So that's it..."

Hearing this, Song Fengshi pondered for a moment, suddenly his face turned cold, and then he shouted loudly.

"Then you go and die!"

Song Fengshi raised his hand, accompanied by the shrill howling of ghosts and wolves, five black shadows flew out, rushing toward Mi Xiaoxia in a fierce way!

"Five... but a pity."

Mi Xiaoxia chuckled, Song Fengshi knew how to control ghosts! And unexpectedly, he was able to control the five ghosts at the same time. But unfortunately, these five ghosts were all LV1, and their cultivation was too low!

"Ugly slave, I'm out to work."

Mi Xiaoxia looked calm, and shook her sleeves, a ball of black smoke flew out, directly meeting the five little ghosts.

"Gaga! Little guys, the uncle plays games with you!"

The ugly slave burst into a strange laugh and rushed up and tangled with the five little ghosts.

"You...you..."

Suddenly seeing this scene, Song Fengshi couldn't help but be stunned. He never thought that Mi Xiaoxia could actually master ghost skills!

"Mr. Song, since you take action first, I won't blame me."

The Demon-Subduing Sword had already appeared in his hand, and Mi Xiaoxia walked towards Song Fengshi with a grin.

Seeing Mi Xiaoxia coming, Song Fengshi panicked and kept retreating. Although he had a connection with immortality, he was determined to be an official, so he was only at the second level of heaven's cultivation and only knew one ghost control technique.

Seeing Mi Xiaoxia holding a sharp blade, Song Fengshi was so scared that his calves were weak. After all, he was just a literati.

"Song Fengshi, die!"
Chapter completed!