"I can't bear such a huge merit alone. When the time comes, I'll give my fat brother a little bit of credit." Xiao Chen said.

"It's none of my business!" Shangguan Qiji said.

"You have done so many bad things, why don't you accumulate some virtue?" Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"I have saved far more people than I have killed. Even if I kill people, I do it with a clear conscience and do justice for heaven. What about you?" Shangguan Qiji asked back.

Xiao Chen was speechless.

Because he has also killed people, and may kill more in the future, and many more people will not die in his hands, but will die because of him.

Just like the countless innocent souls under this ravine.

If one day he faces the same desperate situation as Li Wanjiang, will he do the same thing as Li Wanjiang?

Of course, Xiao Chen is not as selfish as Li Wanjiang, sacrificing so many lives just for himself to become emperor, but even though the two have different purposes, the methods they use to achieve their goals may be the same.

It seems right to sacrifice a small part of your life in exchange for the peace and joy of most people, but is it really so?

This is a difficult problem, just like the famous orbital paradox.

On two sections of a railway that bifurcates, a warning sign is erected next to the track on one side, warning that trains will pass on this track, while the other side is a track that has long been abandoned.

A train is approaching with its whistle blowing, and you are now standing on the edge of the switch, with a manual switch in front of you.

There were dozens of children playing on the tracks where the train was going to pass. They were all too naughty, so they completely ignored the warning signs and didn't see the train coming. They didn't know that they were about to be in trouble. There was a good boy who followed the rules.

A child plays alone on another abandoned track.

Then here comes the problem.

You can now pull the track and let the train pass on that abandoned railway track, sacrificing the life of one child to save the lives of dozens of children. So what would you do?

If you don't pull it, then a hundred children will die. These are a hundred disobedient children. If you pull it, the train will pass on that side of the track. It will only run over one child, but that is a very obedient child.

The child is innocent and has no obligation or responsibility to die for others.

But he himself can't choose. The one who can choose is you.

What are you going to do?

"You little fat guy, you are not trying to do justice for heaven, our master is the one... Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Zhao Gongming was about to defend Xiao Chen, but suddenly he saw a group of people slowly walking out of the mountain road ahead of him...

...a group of ghosts.

"The soul has returned to its hometown, and the soul has returned to its homeland! The dead are walking on the road, and the living are avoiding it!" The leader was wearing linen clothes, straw sandals, a bamboo hat on his head, and carrying a white paper angry wind lantern in his hand.

, walking with his head down and shouting loudly.

Behind them were two strong men, holding a hemp rope tightly in their hands. Behind the hemp rope were dozens of people with closed eyes, blue lips, and pale faces...dead people.

The walking posture of these dead people is very stiff, but uniform, just like puppets being manipulated, one step at a time, and they can't help but move forward slowly.

Each dead person had a yellow talisman taped to his forehead. Despite the strong wind, the thin talisman remained motionless.

On both sides of the dead man, there were four men holding big mahogany sticks, following him step by step, like shepherds tending sheep.

At the end was an old man with a goatee wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, huddled on the back of a donkey and shivering. It was obviously midsummer, but he looked very cold.

"Is this a corpse extermination?" Xiao Chen's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, damn, this is really a long time coming. It turns out that such a thing really does exist in the world.

I had only seen it in movies before, but now I saw it with my own eyes and was immersed in it, and it felt extremely strange.

"Ouch, this is terrible. Guys, please get off your horse and stand aside. These are zombies. If they attack, you will be frightened. You are not stubborn!" Upon seeing this, Zhao Gongming hurriedly called on several people to dismount and dodge.

The horses they ride are all the best BMWs that have experienced bloody battlefields. These horses are not afraid of ghosts. Is it true that there are not enough ghosts in the battlefield?

But this is not necessarily the case for zombies. They all have hands and feet, and it is said that any corpse that becomes a zombie is extremely powerful and vicious.

"These Xiangxi mages are really messing around." Shangguan Qiji was very dissatisfied, "Why are they so unprofessional? Where in the world can they exorcise corpses in broad daylight?"

"Didn't I tell you that this is the way of dead ghosts?" Zhao Gongming said hurriedly, "We are just taking a walk...you little fat guy, shut up now, you talk too much!"

Several people stood leaning against the mountain wall, leaving a way out for the zombies.

"Thank you for your help, friends!" The lamplighter thanked the people softly as he passed by. His tone was a bit weird, and it turned out to be a Xiangxi accent.

"What the hell, don't come out in broad daylight next time to scare people, okay?" Shangguan Qiji said that I am clearly brave, otherwise I would have been frightened after seeing this scene.

"Yes, yes, yes..." The lamplighter nodded in agreement, and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, "The soul returns to its hometown, and the soul returns to its homeland! The dead are walking on the road, and all the innocent souls of the living are shunned!"

The zombies filed past several people, all of them not squinting... Actually, they couldn't squint, because they all had their eyes closed.

Everyone's noses smelled a strong rancid smell and a faint medicinal scent. The two smells were mixed together, not to mention how unpleasant it was.

But I saw that these zombies were all wearing battle robes and cowhide boots. They made a clattering sound when they walked. They were obviously dead soldiers.

"These are the elite Qinglong Guards under the command of Fengyang King Li Feng." Zhao Gongming whispered softly to Xiao Chen, "Master, you see they all have green dragons embroidered on their chests. I'm afraid they all died in the battle with Xiao Xinghan and the others in Minzhou.

Xiangxi soldiers."

The most elite unit under Li Wanjiang is the Black Dragon Guard. After Li Feng became a general, he created a Green Dragon Guard with a strength of 50,000, and all of them were brave and good warriors.

It is said that these Green Dragon Guards are only loyal to him, King Fengyang, just like the Black Dragon Guards are only loyal to Li Wanjiang.

"Yes." Xiao Chen nodded, "It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise we would have to pay homage to them."

Xiao Chen has also heard about the name of the Qinglong Guard for a long time. He has always respected the brave warriors, whether they are the enemy or our side.

In fact, Xiao Chen also treated all the prisoners of war kindly. Starting from the prisoners of war in Mojie, and later the prisoners of war in Ross, he treated almost all of them with courtesy. Not only did he not beat or abuse him, but he also treated them with good food and drinks, and in the end they were all very lively.

Sent back.

At first, there were still people who didn’t understand why Xiao Chen did this? They are enemies, not our brothers!
Chapter completed!