Zhou Yang was so angry that he had such a big flaw. However, Zhou Yang's reputation in the past was too bad, and no one believed it when he said it. It was obviously an unjust case, but he still couldn't argue.

"Zhidu, do you know that I am the Prime Minister's son. I am embarrassing the Prime Minister. Do these people who are promoted to fight against each other have the courage to testify?" It was time for life and death, and Zhou Yang forced himself to calm down. He must not make any mistakes at this time.

Zhidu disagreed: "Prime Minister's wise people will never take personal revenge. These people are something I personally ask, and they are absolutely false. I, Zhidu, have countless cases, and have not had a wrongful case yet, and have not wronged a good person yet! The facts are there, and you cannot admit your guilt!" It's so narcissistic!

"I want to test Han Dangchou's body." Zhou Yang only kicked Han Dangchou. The injury on his body was hit by someone else. Maybe he could see the clues and find the flaws. Until the last moment, Zhou Yang would not give up.

Zhidu's face darkened: "I have personally inspected Han Dangchou's body. There is nothing suspicious about the bruises on his body. It has been buried. Don't be tempted and startle the dead."

In the Han Dynasty, the funeral custom of the deceased was called "六", also known as "六". To investigate Han Dang Chou's body, the coffin must be opened, which is very disrespectful to Han Dang Chou.

If it weren't for this, Zhou Yang wouldn't have the idea of ​​alarming the deceased. It was really strange and there were many suspicious points, so he had to do it: "Zhidu, although you don't believe it, there are indeed many suspicious points in this case. If the body of the body cannot be examined, the case will become an unjust case. If the coffin is opened and the autopsy is examined, the truth of the case will be found, and Han Dang's knowledge is also a smile."

"I have tried countless cases, and this case is as strong as a mountain of evidence. Can you turn it over?" A sneer flashed across Zhidu's lips. Case determination is his best thing. Zhou Yang questioned this matter and had to arouse his arrogance.

The onlookers insisted that Zhou Yang beat people to death and asked them to tell the truth. Unless Zhou Yafu came forward, there was no hope for Zhou Yafu to see him yet. Can evidence be found? Only Han Dang Chou's body is the only opportunity. Zhou Yang would not give up: "Zhidu, if I asked me to investigate the body, whether there is any doubt or no doubt, I can give up. If you don't agree, I have wronged in my heart, how can you be fair and selfless?"

Whether in the Han Dynasty or the modern era, people do not have any grievances in their hearts. This is the iron rule for deciding the case. Zhidu was speechless for a moment and pondered for a moment: "Since you have the heart, you will convince you. People come and carry Han's coffin."

The officer took the order and the trial was suspended. Han Dangchou's corpse was not in Jingzhao Mansion, so it took some time. Time passed silently.

Just as he waited, Zhou Yafu brought Chen Shang to strode. Zhou Yang felt warm when he saw Zhou Yafu. Although Zhou Yafu handed him over, it was very sad. It was not too late for him to appear now. More importantly, he might have found out the truth.

"Have you met the Prime Minister!" Zhidu left the table and stood up, greeted Zhou Yafu.

Zhou Yafu returned the gift: "I have met the adults!"

I quickly walked to Zhou Yang and looked at him. Fortunately, nothing went wrong: "Yang'er, I feel wronged. It's all for my father, but I can't save you for my father."

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat, and Zhou Yafu continued, "I have investigated for my father. That person was indeed killed by you. People and physical evidence are there. Although I cannot save you, I can fulfill the relationship between father and son. Yang'er, don't worry, I will treat your mother well." As he said that, tears gushed out from the tiger's eyes.

This is to explain the funeral. Zhou Yang was dead on the spot. He originally thought that Zhou Yafu could find out the truth, but he did not find out, and there was so much danger. Whether he could get rid of it depends on whether he could find the suspicious point in Han Dangchou's body.

"Thank you, my father!" Zhou Yang was extremely bitter and smiled hard.

Zhou Yafu walked to Qiao Yindi, looked at her for a moment, and sighed inwardly. Such a beautiful person, no wonder Zhou Yang, who likes fishing, would be moved: "Although Zhou Yang is my son, he violates the laws of the Han Dynasty, I will return you justice. If you do it intentionally and frame a good person, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The voice was calm, but there was a power of the superior, which made people feel heartbroken. Qiao Dier stuttered: "Prime Minister, don't worry, there is no injustice! What the people's women said is true!"

Zhou Yafu walked to the side in a wooden manner and knelt on the short table prepared for him by Zhidu. Chen Shang stood behind him.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and several officers came to carry the coffin and placed it on the ground. Without waiting for Zhidu to give orders, they pried it open. Zhidu got out of the mat and walked to the coffin and stood by: "Zhou Yang, if you don't believe it, you will see it clearly!"

Zhou Yang, Zhou Yafu, and Chen Shang walked to the coffin and stood there. Zhou Yang looked at him and said, "ugly" and he was really unfair to look good. He had big ears, a flat nose, small eyes, short chin, and a rough face that looked like the roots of an old tree. His eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes closed.

Zhidu rolled up his sleeves, exposed his white arms, lifted Han Dangchou's deep clothes, and pointed at the scars on his body: "Here, here, there are fourteen bruises, Zhou Yang, do you have something to say?"

Zhou Yafu swept his tiger eyes: "He died with his eyes closed."

"What the Prime Minister said is very true. In this case, no one will die with his eyes open." Zhidu echoed: "Can the Prime Minister see the flaw?"

When fighting, Zhou Yafu was very adept at it. He asked him to have a masturbation in his body and sighed and said nothing. Chen Shang's cold face was a trace of regret. The body had no flaws, so Zhou Yang's charge was confirmed.

Zhou Yang held Han Dangchou's right hand, took Bingliang, looked at Qiao Anwei for a moment, and said, "Come here!"

Qiao Anwei was a little scared. Not only did he not come, he also retreated.

Zhidu's eyes flashed with a gleam: "What did Mr. Zhou discover?"

Zhou Yang did not answer him, but shouted fiercely: "Qiao Anwei, you don't do bad things in your life, and you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. If you didn't do shameful things, why wouldn't you dare to come over?"

Qiao Anwei hesitated for a moment, and walked over tremblingly as Zhou Yang stared.

"Qiao Anwei, I have been taught the art of communicating yin and yang by experts. I will cast a spell immediately to communicate with Han Dangchou. Whoever kills him will tell me, do you have the courage to try it?" Zhou Yang's cold voice sounded, as if the black ice was hitting, making people feel cold in their hearts.

"I, I..." Qiao Anwei stuttered.

"If you don't do something bad, you dare to try it, and if you do something bad, you dare not try it." Zhou Yang froze at him.

Qiao Anwei and Qiao Dier looked at each other: "You try, I'm not afraid!" They said they were not afraid, but they were trembling and had the intention to retreat at any time.

The light in Zhidu's eyes kept flashing. He looked at Han Dangchou's body for a while, then on Qiao Anwei, and finally looked at Zhou Yang, but he couldn't find a clue, so he didn't understand why.

Zhou Yang and Chen Shang looked at each other, raised their sword eyebrows and their tiger eyes widened.

"Qiao Anwei, I have sued you from King Yama. King Yama is going to destroy you into the eighteenth level of hell, refine your soul, and never be reborn forever." Zhou Yang suddenly seemed like a puppet, speaking mechanically.

As soon as the sound hit Qiao Anwei's ear, it seemed as if it was burning its butt: "Uncle! Uncle!"

"You are not dead?" Qiao Di'er's eyes were almost hitting the ground.

This sound is so cool that Han Dang Chou. At first glance, the two of them were not afraid of being scared.

Zhou Yang stretched his arms out, like a zombie, and grabbed Qiao Anwei: "I'm dead, my soul is attached to Zhou Yang, and I'll seek justice from you. Qiao Anwei, the eighteen levels of hell purgatory, one thousand two hundred poisonous snakes eat your heart bit by bit, grow out, and eat it again. You will torture for ten thousand years, and you can't redeem your sins."

People in the Han Dynasty believed in the affairs of yin and yang, gods and ghosts. Zhou Yang's performance was in place and his voice was changeable, giving people a gloomy feeling, as if he was in the Senluo Hall. Although there were many people in the court, they were all furious.

"Qiao Anwei, you are bullying your heart and tongue. The poisonous snake's heart-eating is just a small punishment. You have to pull your tongue. Pull it once, once, and pull it again, and torture you for ten thousand years." Han Dangchou's voice sounded again: "Don't do bad things for others. If you do bad things, you will be impunished in the world of the world. If you go to the underworld, you will be punished ten thousand times more vicious."

The court was full of gloomy and terrifying, and everyone was fighting each other, as if an evil ghost was possessed. Qiao Anwei was even more miserable, and he kept saying, "Nuncle, uncle, me, me..."

People in the Han Dynasty believed in the affairs of gods and ghosts, but there were very few legends of gods and ghosts. Zhou Yang fully utilized the stories of gods and ghosts in later generations, and said them with a nose and eyes and a serious matter. Everyone in the court was shocked. Even those with great courage, such as Zhidu, Zhou Yafu, and Chen Shang, were shocked.

"explain!"

Zhou Yang shouted loudly, as if thunder was thundering below the nine grounds, and the sound was extremely terrifying. Even people like Zhou Yafu who were galloping on the battlefield raised their eyebrows.

"I..." Qiao Anwei was at a loss.

Zhou Yang grabbed his left hand suddenly, held Han Dangchou's index finger with his right hand, and grabbed the scars on the back of Qiao Anwei's hand.

"No!" A scream of slaughtering a pig was heard, and Qiao Anwei was slapped on the ground, like a pile of mud.
Chapter completed!