The thick rope burned very quickly. Just as Lu Chu had just swallowed two bites of rice balls and had not had time to shout, one of the ropes had already burned to the bed. Then Lu Chu heard a buzz from under his body, and his whole body seemed to fly.

Wukong lay far away on the courtyard wall of the Lu Mansion. When he saw the room he had just come out, there was a slight vibration, and then he saw a thunderous sound of thunder from the roof. After a large piece of roof collapsed like a mudslide, he pinched his fist hard.

"yeah!" timed explosion, completely successful!

As for whether Lu Chu is still alive, Wukong is not worried at all. If an explosive pack under his belly explodes, he can still survive, then Lu Chu can change his name directly to Wolverine.

Just after a loud bang, Lu Er, who was sleeping next to Lu Chu, was finally awakened by the loud bang from the effect of the soft hypnotic pill that Wukong secretly poured him.

Because his body was originally better than Lu Chu, and the effect of the hypnotic agent Wukong made now was not as powerful as that in 1,500 years.

The most important thing is that although the roof of the house where Lu Chu was located was collapsed, the two houses were a whole after all, so his roof collapsed a little, and a tiles hit him.

"Is this a thunder or an earthquake?" Lu Er staggered from the bed, then ran over and lit the oil lamp. Although candles could no longer be considered high-end items in the Tang Dynasty, his price was definitely not something that low-level servants like Lu Er could afford.

Holding the oil lamp in one hand and blocking the flames with the other hand. Lu Er, who had just woken up, opened the curtain in a daze and entered the room where Lu Chu was. As soon as he came in, Lu Er felt that he had a garlic mix under his feet, as if he had kicked something and almost fell down.

Lu Er protected the flame with his hands and lowered his head to the ground. He saw a white thing standing in front of his feet. In front of this white thing was a human head with scattered hair...

Because of excessive panic, Lu Er did not even notice that the candlestick that was supposed to be placed in the middle of the table had been moved to the edge of the bed at some point, and above the candlestick was the bed curtain that was about to be lit.

"Help!" Lu Er threw the oil lamp randomly, let out a shrill cry, then turned around and ran away.

As a result, after the oil lamp drew a parabola in the air, it fell on Lu Chu's bed by coincidence. Then, the mattress soaked with lamp oil immediately burned. Under the jumping flames, the two big black characters on the dead Lu Chu's back seemed to be shaking.

Heaven's punishment!

When the old manager Lu Zhi learned about this and arrived at the scene, it was already an hour later. Tolu Er's blessing, the flames that should have only burned some evidence of guilt, have burned all the things in the house. Only Lu Chu's body was taken out by the servants of the Lu Mansion and placed them flat on the ground.

"You really see clearly. Was Lu Chu struck to death by Thunder God?" Lu Zhi stared at Lu Er who was panicked and incoherent, "You have to know, Lu Er, if you tell lies, I can strike you without Thunder God."

"Of course..." Lu Er replied without hesitation, "I slept well at night, and then I heard a rumbling sound. Then when I got up, I saw that the roof of the house had collapsed, and his body was lying at the door of the house where I was sleeping, with the words "Tian Zhu". If Lei Gong hadn't done this, who else could have done it?"

"Tian Zhu..." Lu Zhi surrounded the house with a burnt black and black, but it could still be seen that the roof collapsed for a few times, then raised his hand and called a servant standing in the corner, "Lu Ming, did the monks who had the West Crossing Courtyard last night?"

"There was no movement. It was still the same as before. It was divided into two shifts, and was rotating in the mourning hall in the West Courtyard to recite scriptures and pray for blessings. When I changed shifts, I also counted far away from the door. Except for the young master, there was no shortage of monks."

Lu Zhi nodded slightly. Since there is no shortage of monks, this matter should have nothing to do with those monks. Could it be that it is really a thunderbolt who strikes people to death?

"Old manager, what should I do now?" A servant came to Lu Zhi and asked carefully.

"You go to Jiangzhou prison and find the prison leader Kong Qing, and just say what I said, let Fei Liguo come to our house for a autopsy." After hesitating for a while, Lu Zhi made a decision. It would be better not to make a big deal about this matter, otherwise, if the people in Jiangzhou knew that a manager of the Lu family was struck to death by lightning, some rumors might be spread.

"In addition, no one is allowed to talk about what happened today." Lu Zhi issued a ban on order, "When it comes to the outside world, it must be said that manager Lu Zhi died of a recurrence of a leg injury. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Fei Jiezu came very fast. After all, Lu Hao, the head of the Lu family in Jiujiang, was the governor of Jiangzhou, and now the head of the Lu family in Jiujiang is Jingjiehu. Even Fei Jiezu was familiar with the Lu family's managers and the like, and he still didn't have the courage to procrastinate.

So when Lu Zhi dealt with a few more things and returned to the scene, Fei Liguo and Fei Corps had been here for a long time. Lu Chu's body, including the dead house, had been inspected. He was now moving his chubby body, following the ladder from the roof, step by step.

Unlike the old and thin peers in other prefectures, this Fei coroner from Jiangzhou is not as broad-minded as fat as he is, so he also has a nickname of "ball" in the Jiangzhou prison.

"How is it? Liguo, have you found something?" Lu Zhi glanced at Lu Chu's body on the ground in disgust, quietly moved two steps to the side, and then asked Fei Liguo in an impatient tone.

"Old Manager Lu, let's talk." Fei Liguo reached out to the place where there was no one next to him with a smile.

"What's the matter? Can't you say it here?" Lu Zhi waved impatiently.

"Where's good!" Fei Liguo's round face was filled with smiles, "I've checked. There are two scars on the body of Manager Lu Chu. One is on his back, which is the black word "Tian Zhu", and the other is on his abdomen. It is..."

Fei Liguo looked around mysteriously and whispered, "It was the wound struck by thunder."

ps: Happy Egg Festival, everyone!
Chapter completed!