Bai Yucheng turned around and saw Zhang San and Zhao Siyang in the distance.
He was shocked; the Little Taoist was actually not dead!
He couldn't help but glance at Third Miss Gan beside him.
Third Miss Gan immediately knelt on one knee and blamed herself, "I am incompetent."
"Forget it, in the end, it seems I must handle it myself."
As Bai Yucheng spoke, he stepped toward Zhang San's side.
At this moment, Zhang San's eyes were filled with rage.
"Zhao Siyang, can you help me kill Bai Yucheng? Name your price!"
Zhao Siyang could understand Zhang San's feelings, but he still shook his head.
"Zhang San, an officer of the Town Martial Office is a Ninth Grade official of the Great Sui. If you solve it internally, it's called cleaning house. If I take action, that would be killing an official and rebelling. Run!"
Zhao Siyang felt the struggle in his hands and knew Zhang San's thoughts at the moment, but he was more aware that this world simply has no fairness.
