Three Feet Above Your Head Lies the Blue Heaven

"We know you were beaten to death by Wu Changlin's servants, but the Underworld Bureau has Underworld Bureau rules. Even if we release you now, you won't be able to take revenge."

"Didn't you understand when you rushed in? You couldn't even get into the government office."

The yamen (government office) still retains a trace of the dynasty's fortune; for such a wandering spirit to enter would be tantamount to courting death.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shilin's eyes glazed over.

Fang Zelin, who was standing to the side, witnessed the entire incident.

While others couldn't see the ghosts and soul-reaping messengers, Fang Zelin could see them clearly.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin's expression immediately turned cold.

Looking up, he saw the magistrate was about to leave, so he immediately pushed through the crowd, stepped forward, and said coldly.

"Such blatant disregard for human life—doesn't this corrupt official have any fear of death?!"

"As you know, the heavens are above you; you may deceive people, but you cannot deceive the heavens!"

Fang Zelin's angry shout caused the county magistrate, who had just stood up, to collapse back into his chair.

Looking up, I saw a young man standing outside the yamen. He was wearing a black ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) on the bottom and a blue outer layer and a white inner layer on the top.

At first glance, one feels a refreshing and invigorating aura.

"Where did this troublemaker come from? Seize him immediately!"

Seeing that someone was trying to cause trouble, Squire Wu nearby, became angry and shouted loudly.

At that moment, he was completely unaware that as soon as Fang Zelin spoke, the county magistrate's face turned ashen, and his lips trembled so much that he could not utter a word.

The constables standing nearby remained silent. They only obeyed the magistrate's orders, and no matter how good their relationship was, they could not overstep their bounds!

Fang Zelin coldly stared at the county magistrate, who was still sitting in his chair. He had originally wanted to do something, but then he noticed that there was a wisp of energy on the plaque that read "The Mirror of Justice Hangs High."

After he finished speaking, this aura began to slowly dissipate.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a dark aura on the magistrate's forehead.

This person is already dying.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin immediately understood. Without saying anything more, he took out some silver from his pocket and asked the people around him to help carry the body away for burial.

After Fang Zelin left, the county magistrate, who had been feeling weak, shook his head and stood up with a look of fear on his face.

He was puzzled, wondering what had just happened.

Why was he so frightened that the young man's sharp shout made him collapse?

His mind had been completely blank just now, and he had no idea what to say.

"Sir, that unruly commoner was so arrogant just now, why didn't you arrest him?"

Seeing the magistrate make a move, Squire Wu cupped his hands and asked, a hint of confusion on his face.

He knew the other person's character well; when had he ever allowed a troublemaker to provoke him like this?

"Boom!"

The words had barely left his lips, and before the magistrate could even reply, a thunderclap suddenly resounded.

A bolt of lightning struck directly down, hitting the plaque that read "Mirror of Integrity" high above.

In an instant, the bright mirror shattered into countless pieces.

The people who had not yet completely dispersed outside the yamen were all startled by this scene, and then discussions arose.

"This county magistrate must have really angered the heavens, for lightning actually struck this plaque!"

"Indeed, that young man was quite something. He said there's always a clear sky above you, and now even the heavens are angry."

There was a great deal of discussion outside the yamen, and even the soul-reaping messenger standing to the side was stunned.

"I never expected to encounter an immortal today!"

The soul-reaping messenger quickly realized what was happening and muttered to himself.

Zhang Shilin was somewhat stunned at this moment, as he hadn't quite understood what had just happened.

"You're lucky, kid. A celestial being has cleared your name. This magistrate was protected by a wisp of the dynasty's fortune before, which allowed him to remain unscathed. Now that the fortune is gone, he'll have to taste the bitter fruit!"

Zhang Shilin was still somewhat dazed. "Was that an immortal? He could take this corrupt official's life with just a single sentence?"

The Soul Reaper shook his head upon hearing this, "We don't know much about this matter either. We've only heard that the Immortal was bestowed by Heaven and Earth and holds a very high position, but in any case, even that plaque has fallen, so this county magistrate's career is over."

"Alright, that's settled. Come with us."

With that, the Soul Reaper pulled the other person away.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Shilin quickly turned around and bowed three times and nine times in the direction Fang Zelin had left.

Only after they finished their prayers did they leave with the soul-reaping messenger.

A moment later, the two messengers led the other party to the City God.

"What just happened in the county government office? When I was reviewing the official records, I saw that the magistrate's lifespan had ended. He should have had another ten years to live."

The City God looked at the underworld official who had brought back souls and asked a question.

Upon hearing this, the underworld official quickly recounted in detail what had just happened. The City God was taken aback, and then a look of horror appeared on his face.

I never expected that such a celestial being would appear here.

"City God Majesty, how could this corrupt official, who has committed so many evil deeds, have such a long lifespan? Wu Changlin was the real murderer, so why is he still alive?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shilin could no longer contain himself and immediately began to protest his injustice.

The City God looked at the Zhang Shilin before him, and thinking of the family's ruin and death, he sighed, "Let's talk about that county magistrate first. He studied hard for decades before finally obtaining his official rank. The fact that he was able to get this position, with a trace of the dynasty's fortune protecting him, is also due to his own efforts in passing the exams."

"As for Wu Changlin, with the magistrate of this county dead, officials from the imperial court will naturally come to inspect the area. Wu Changlin won't live much longer either. Besides, he has the protection of his ancestors."

The City God offered a brief explanation.

Then he took out the Yang scroll and found the other person's name.

"Child, what are your plans for the future?"

Fang Zelin sighed as he watched the other person's father being buried.

The other party is all alone right now, which makes things really difficult.

You can't just give the other person a small amount of money directly, lest someone see that the other person has money and have bad intentions.

The child standing in front of the tombstone looked bewildered upon hearing this.

Having lost both his parents in an instant, he had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Isn't there a Lame Wang on the east side of your village? Go and be his son. He's still unmarried and has no children."

Upon hearing this, a woman nearby spoke up.

She married into this village and knows a bit about it; she just came to help with the burial.

Hearing this, he responded with a sound of agreement.

Upon hearing this, the child simply stood there, seemingly still lost in grief.

However, this is also his best option at the moment.