Ruthless and Merciless, Leaving No Descendants

Old Ox sneered coldly to himself.

Ever since meeting Third Young Master Su, Old Ox had seen far too many black-hearted people like this.

Zhang San's ordination certificate could not possibly be fake, because the Great River Alliance had spent hard silver to buy it from Jiankang before delivering it to Situ Tu.

Registrar Tian was tearing it up and refusing to acknowledge it simply because greed had taken root in his heart. The only question was whether he coveted Xue Baizhi's beauty, or the money on Zhang San and Old Ox.

"My lord, this is an ordination certificate issued by the imperial court. The Department of State Affairs' Ministry of Rites has it on record."

Zhang San hurried forward and said.

"No matter how you try to wriggle and argue, you cannot deceive these keen eyes of mine. The City God of this county has long reported to the county magistrate that demonfolk are using this opportunity to gather incense offerings and Faith Power."

Registrar Tian sneered at the villagers. "You think one copper coin can buy back a life, but do you know what schemes these demonfolk harbor in their bellies? Seize them."

Several constables leaped down from their horses and pulled gleaming iron chains from their saddles to bind Zhang San and Old Ox.

As Zhang San watched them approach, he could not help feeling dazed. Once upon a time, he had been no different from them.

These yamen runners called themselves government officers, but in truth, they were no more than Registrar Tian's household slaves.

How laughable. Back then, he had not realized how ugly it was. Now that he stood in another's shoes, he only felt that his former self had truly been unbearable.

Zhang San looked toward Old Ox, only to see Brother Ox