The Ninth-Finger Magistrate

A librarian transmigrates to the Northern Song Dynasty, becomes a low-ranking official in the local government, solves cases with uncanny skill, and rises through the ranks. Deep bonds between brothers, a beauty who could topple kingdoms, nine fingers, and a post as judicial commissioner.

Kaifeng, the divine capital. Late at night, all around was utterly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Xiaoyu paced back and forth, wide awake. Beside him, Wu Chen mumbled in his sleep, then continued snoring.

“Impossible. I refuse to believe there are ghosts in this world. From the look on the magistrate’s face, the emperor was furious today. If we don’t solve the case tomorrow, the magistrate may lose his position. But even people in the modern age couldn’t pull off a murder like this. Who could?”

The oil lamp sputtered out, plunging everything into darkness. Zhou Xiaoyu accidentally bumped into the table and grimaced in pain.

Wait, why does this scene seem so familiar? Suddenly, Zhou Xiaoyu seemed to realize something. A flash of inspiration struck, and an almost absurd idea entered his mind. Everything suddenly made sense. He was struck as if by lightning and said in a trembling voice, “Could it be him?”