Fang Che took a deep breath and said, "When is the funeral scheduled?"

"tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

Fang Che thought for a while and said, "I won't go to the funeral tomorrow. I'll go to the north of the city to take a look at the situation. I'll come back the day after tomorrow to assign suitable people to replace Brother Zuo and the others."

Everyone nodded silently.

They just thought that Fang Che didn't want to bear the grief anymore, and taking over their burden during the funeral also meant to reassure Zuo Guanglie and others.

So we all understand.

But Fang Che knew it himself.

If Zuo Guanglie and the others had souls in heaven and saw the person who killed them attend the funeral as a boss, they would inevitably die in silence.

I still won’t trouble Zhonghun anymore.

I will visit you again later when I know my identity.

…

Cripple Hong Er also came. When he saw Fang Che, he greeted him warmly.

Fang Che's eyes were looking at him, motionless.

His face was cold and his eyes were cold.

Everyone felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. Mr. Fang had not beaten Hong Er for several days. Could it be that he would start again today?

Cripple Hong Er scratched his head and said, "Mr. Fang, what are you...?"

Fang Che said calmly: "Deacon Hong, you have nothing to say and you want to tell me?"

Cripple Hong Er was stunned and said: "What... words?"

Fang Che suddenly took action, knocking him to the ground with a slap, and then imprisoned all the meridians in his body, unable to move even a finger.

Then he immediately searched him.

Search from head to toe.

Two jade pendants were found.

One hanging around the neck and one accessory on clothes.

Then point your finger on the Dantian to cut off the flow of spiritual energy.

Cripple Hong Er's face turned pale and he asked loudly: "Mr. Fang, what crime have I committed?"

Fang Che said calmly: "You have committed a crime. Don't you know it yourself?"

Cripple Hong Er was stunned for a moment, then thought silently for a while and said, "Can I speak alone?"

Fang Che stared for a moment and said, "Okay."

He carried the lame Hong Er and walked out.

Everyone was talking behind them. What on earth did these two cripples do to Mr. Fang?

…

In a practice room.

With a pop, Fang Che threw Hong Er lame to the ground and said calmly: "If you want to talk to me alone, go ahead."

Cripple Hong Er coughed and said, "I wonder what Mr. Fang wants me to say?"

Seeing that this guy was still playing tricks, Fang Che straightened things out and asked solemnly: "You didn't even say a word to me about your relative's inn?"

He held two jade pendants in his hands, but he couldn't feel anything unusual.

But this is normal. Fang Che's own communication jade can be given to others to play with, even if it is a fellow teacher, but as long as Fang Che himself does not agree, no one will notice the difference.

Based on this alone, it cannot be confirmed that Hong Er is a member of the Demon Cult.

But Fang Che had to figure this out.

When Cripple Hong Er heard about the fellow's inn, he immediately smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, you discovered it."

"What do you mean?" Fang Che said with a cold face.

"That's one of my fish ponds."

Hong Erzi smiled bitterly: "That boss is my junior brother... Mr. Fang doesn't allow fish farming anymore, but I can only keep that one secretly..."

"We have been cooperating for many years. He opened an inn and I worked as a butler. He kept bribing me on the surface, which made me a gangster reputation for corruption and bending the law, and then made his inn a place outside the law."

"This way, there will be an endless stream of people from the Demon Cult staying in his inn."

"My junior brother will observe one by one. If there are certain ones with suitable cultivation, we can cover them. When they leave the store, they will notify me in advance, and then I will take people to rob and kill them halfway..."

"If it can't be covered, I will report it to my superiors and intercept and kill him after he leaves the inn."

"Then these achievements and captures will support the cultivation of the two of us."

Hong Erqizi smiled bitterly: "Mr. Fang can go investigate. Since I joined the guard hall and became a deacon, most of my achievements have come from this."

Fang Che's mouth twitched.

Cripple Hong Er lamented: "Just this little secret... and you discovered it."

Looking at this guy, Fang Che didn't know what to say.

Because what this guy said is true: he always receives reports that demons from the Demon Cult appear somewhere, and he can also describe their appearance.

As long as he takes people there, he will never fail.

Although his monthly achievements are not among the best in the Deacon Hall, he is always in the middle or upper reaches.

Especially in the past few months, my merits have been increasing steadily.

Fang Che never understood what was going on, but now he understands.

It turns out that this guy opened a black shop in partnership with his junior brother.

Fang Che couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

I spent a long time catching one of my own?

He said with a dark face: "Why the hell can't you make meritorious deeds like others and do you have to engage in these crooked ways?"

Cripple Hong Er cried out: "Mr. Fang, not everyone can be like you. I am not cultivated enough, and I am timid and afraid of death, but I still want to make meritorious deeds and obtain resources."

"I can only use a little bit of cleverness... I usually complete all my work to the letter, and I also tried my best to capture the demon sect's demon... In fact, the two of us eat one.

A salary...my junior brother and I..."

Fang Che was extremely speechless.

Although this guy is lazy, but...what he said actually makes sense.

"It's not just me..."

Hong Erzi broke out a shocking news: "As far as I know, there are at least seven or eight people in our department who do this..."

Fang Che was extremely speechless.

He bared his teeth and said, "It's so unjust that these fucking orthodox people should die in your hands..."

The things that Cripple Hong Er said have no investigative value at all; because they are all true, if you just check the files, you will find that the meritorious service this guy has accomplished over the years by killing the members of the Were Orthodox Church... more than 95% of them are based on this!

The remaining half of the achievements are accumulated daily.

It's a trivial thing, just to help others catch the demon...

"What's going on with these two pieces of jade?"

"My mother gave me this one on my neck," Hong Er said lamely.

"Where's the other piece?"

"Cough... cough cough..."

Cripple Hong Er had a sly look on his face: "Ahem... Deacon Huang disappeared five years ago, leaving orphans and widowed mothers with a difficult life... I often go to help, ahem... my sister-in-law gave me this..."

Fang Che has a black streak on his head.

No wonder it smells like powder on top.

"Your mother-in-law is really a talent! Damn it!"

Cripple Hong Er smiled sarcastically: "This jade pendant...ahem..."

"Give it back to you."

Fang Che threw the jade pendant to him.

Cripple Hong Er hurriedly caught it, hung one piece around his neck as usual, tied the other piece with a rope, put it in his underwear, and hung it down.

"Where are you hanging?" Fang Che roared angrily.

It seems that the position is a bit wrong, the rope is a bit long...
To be continued...