I, The Magistrate Of The Underworld, Can Determine Life And Death With A Piece Of Yin!

Gengzi Year, the 24th day of the seventh lunar month.

In terms of solar terms, Bailu has just passed, but the autumn wind in Linhai City is already chilling.

It was noon.

In the dormitory building of Chengbei Zhakou Electric Power Company, there was a "dong dong" knock on the door.

"Hello, may I ask, is this Zhao's home?"

With the knock on the door, an old man in his fifties pushed open the door.

He saw a young man standing outside the door!

This young man was only in his early twenties, his face was as sharp and angular as a Greek sculpture, and under his jet-black hair, his eyes were like stars.

The whole person looks like a catwalk model.

It looked like this person didn't seem to be knocking on the door to sell insurance.

Zhao Support relaxed his vigilance, and asked with a smile, "I'm Zhao Support, may I ask you...?"

The young man smiled.

oh! You should be Zhao Support Uncle Zhao, your father Zhao Shutang, asked me to come and do something with you!

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuang, who was in his fifties, slapped his face very ugly.

"You...what do you want from my dad?"

However, the young man didn't care.

He tilted his head and looked into the room.

"Uncle Zhao, your lover He Meihua should be at home, right?"

Before Zhao Support could respond, a sharp voice came from the room.

"Old Zhao, what's going on? Is it a courier?"

Then, a woman in her forties came out of the house.

It can be seen that this woman was also a beauty when she was young.

But with the growth of the years, the flesh on the cheeks has thinned, and she looks a little bit harsh at this time.

When I arrived at the door, I saw the handsome young man in front of me.

The woman's breathing was slightly stagnant, she hurriedly put the melon seeds in her hand behind her, and pounded Zhao Zhuang with her elbow.

"Old Zhao, who is this person?"

Zhao Support was a little embarrassed.

He whispered: "This man seems to be a friend of Dad. He just said that Dad asked him to do something."

"Ouch!"

After hearing this.

The middle-aged woman couldn't help laughing, she rolled her eyes, looked at the young man in front of her, and raised her mouth towards the door of her own house.

On the door of his house, there happened to be a white paper lantern hanging.

This is the custom of Linhai.

When an old man in the family dies, white lanterns are hung.

"Young man, you are late! My old man, he just passed away!"

Zhao Support also nodded.

"Yeah, my father just passed away a few days ago, and I'm afraid he can't do what he told you."

I heard that the old man passed away.

If it is normal, the people who do things may be in bad luck.

I'm afraid I have already turned around and said goodbye.

However, the young man in front of him was unmoved.

He nodded and said, "Yes! I know Mr. Zhao has passed away. If he doesn't die, I can't come here either!"

Hearing this, the faces of Zhao Zhuang and He Meihua changed at the same time.

He Meihua was anxious: "Hey! What do you mean by that?"

However, the young man didn't answer, but started to roll up his sleeves on his own.

Then, he looked up at He Meihua.

"Aunt He, let me solemnly introduce, my name is Wang Yifan!"

"The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner!"

"Today, I'm the one who hit you!"

"But it's your old man who did it!"

As they spoke, the Zhao family felt that the temperament of the young man in front of them suddenly changed.

It's like changing into another person.

He roared.

"He Meihua, I'll kill you bitch!"

As he said that, the young man jumped forward, grabbed He Meihua by the collar, and swung his palms left and right!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Even dumped He Meihua's three big mouths!

This slap was so powerful that it directly slapped the corner of He Meihua's mouth to bleed.

After finishing the fight, Wang Yifan stepped back abruptly.

Back on the stairs again.

He straightened his sleeves and cupped his hands at Zhao Zhuo.

"Uncle Zhao, I've finished what Mr. Zhao told me to do!"

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first!"

As he spoke, the young man turned around and walked out.

Watching the back of Wang Yifan leaving.

Zhao Zhuang on the side was stunned.

He Meihua was also dumbfounded.

A stranger came.

Said a few words.

When people come up, they give themselves three mouths.

Whoever puts this matter on him will be fooled.

A full three seconds passed.

He Meihua suddenly covered her face and let out a scream.

"Ah! Beating someone! Someone is beating someone!!!"

"Old Zhao! Call the police!! He hit someone!!!"

Saying that, she ignored the pain on her face, ran out of the room, and grabbed Wang Yifan's arm!

"I want to leave after hitting someone! Lose money! You have to pay me!"

He Meihua's voice was already sharp, but after being beaten, it became even more distorted.

This ghostly howl spread throughout the corridor in an instant.

This is the old dormitory of the power plant, and the residents are all old neighbors.

The elders and aunts in the room poked their heads out one after another.

"What's going on? Which one is quarreling again?"

"It seems that it is not a quarrel, but a beating!"

"Yo! Then you have to go and see!"

With that said, a group of people came out as if watching the excitement.

I saw more and more people on the aisle.

He Meihua's confidence is getting stronger and stronger.

She covered her face and said.

"Neighbors, you have to be a witness to me!"

"This man! He hit me!"

"Look, my cheeks are all swollen!"

Seeing that He Meihua's face was covered with blood, the old men and women watching the excitement became even more excited.

"Yo! The beating is really hard!"

"What age is it now, do you still dare to beat someone? Go to the court and sue him, and pay him to death!"

In the denunciation of a group of old neighbors.

Wang Yifan raised his hand, and pushed He Meihua's hand off his arm very calmly.

He smiled slightly.

"Aunt He, I explained it before hitting you!"

"Although I was the one who hit you, the one who did it was your father-in-law Zhao Shutang!"

Is it Zhao Shutang?

Didn't he die?

Hearing this, look at the white lantern hanging on the door of Zhao's house.

There was a noisy corridor just now.

All of a sudden, there was no sound as if the electricity was cut off.

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