The believers in the yard were originally a little nervous and uneasy. At this time, they were overjoyed when they heard this, and were happy to walk. They knelt down on the ground and recited the names of the Four Emperors:

"Savior Yuan Emperor Miaowu God, Save the Hunyuan God, Save the Xuanyang God, Save the World Puji God..."

On the wall behind the leader, there are four fine brushwork paintings, which he personally painted. The one on the top is like a fairy with a handsome face. The other three are in the row below. In the middle is a bright girl in a goose yellow dress. She is shining brightly and shining out one by one. On her left is an emperor wearing a bright yellow robe, surrounded by black yellow lines. The woman on the right is as cold as the moon, holding a guqin in her hand, indifferent but not alienated.

When the believers finished reciting the names of the Four Emperors, the middle-aged scholar-like leader raised his right hand and slowly pressed down.

Suddenly, the noise in the yard disappeared, and the silence of the crows showed how strict the teachings and how high the gods were.

The leader He Yun coughed lightly: "The four emperors are about to come to eliminate the demon tide. It is the time for you to be pious. Whether you are talking or sincere, the gods can tell the difference."

"The demon tide is easy to disappear, but the pain is hard to eliminate. In the end, people cannot escape death. Is it the soul returning to the Nine Netherworlds, falling forever, or serving the four emperors and enjoying the Pure Land, just in a thought!"

His expression was full of fanaticism, but he was quite disdainful inside. When the tide of demons came, the legend of the Four Emperors who he had made up was about to be exposed. It would be better to take advantage of this and make a fortune, then bribe the guards and hide in the market where the strong and the rich are located. There is sufficient food, unlike the outside world who buy daily limits!

When the demon tide passes, if you are still alive, you can start again if you change the city!

Hearing that he wanted to show his piety, the believers were stunned and looked at each other. At this time, He Yun's caring subordinate who was placed in the crowd in advance suddenly stood up, took out all his belongings, rushed to the four scrolls, and kowtowed and shouted:

"The believers Xie Duan, and make pious contributions. Please save the world Yuanhuang Miaowu God... to protect him."

In the crowd, voices sounded, responding to him:

"Hurry, let's go and contribute quickly! They will be taken first by them if they are late, and there will be no quota!"

"The last few who have made contributions will definitely be insincere, and will anger Emperor Yuan and conquer the eighteen levels of hell!"

The atmosphere suddenly became crazy, and many believers began to rush to the top. He Yun smiled and was excited when he saw it.

At this moment, a figure swept down from the wall and rushed to He Yun. His right fingers formed claws, and his flowers squirmed like blooming flowers. He grabbed several large acupoints on He Yun's chest.

"The headmaster will squat down to avoid accidental injury!" The figure shouted loudly, his voice clear and like a gurgling stream.

With a thud, the door was knocked open, and more than a dozen yamen runners carrying water and fire sticks entered one after another, skillfully divided into two teams, gathering from left and right, surrounding the believers and He Yun's subordinates.

When they heard the headmaster handling the case, the believers subconsciously hugged their heads and squatted down. When they didn't understand the situation and no one incited them, they looked like sheep and did not resist at all.

He Yun looked at the headmaster in front of her and saw that she was tall and wearing a dark red headmaster suit. She was in her twenties, with thick eyebrows but not concealed her handsomeness. She stood upright and curled up at one leg, as if she was ready to go. As long as she struggled, she would immediately get a leg.

"What are you going to do?" He Yunneng developed a cult from scratch, and was definitely not a person without courage. He remained calm at this time and shouted sternly.

After the headmaster looked around, his eyes looked at He Yun like a dark ink: "A normal year, what kind of gods do the people believe in and what incense to burn? As long as we don't make too much trouble, we are indeed unnamed. But now the demon tide is coming, and you are still spreading cults, bewitching people's hearts, plundering property, and ignoring Pingle City, and your heart is punishable!"

Her words were so sensible that she seemed unable to adapt to it. She wrinkled her nose and added:

"Anyway, it's just a word, boy, we've been eyeing you for a long time!"

He Yun's heart trembled, and his expression was fierce and weak, saying, "You must think clearly! I am the envoy of the four emperors who save the world, responsible for their arrival. If I arrest me, no one will save the world. At that time, I will not know how many people will die! Pingle City will not be able to save it!"

"Shut up!" The female captain's face changed, and she gritted her teeth. "Let me listen to this captain. There has never been any god to save the world. Our human race can survive to this day. It depends on our predecessors and ourselves!"

"My father died in battle at the top of Pingle City in order to resist the demon tide, and there was no god to save the world!"

"My master sneaked into Jiuyou and tried to find a way to destroy the gap. When he died tragically inside, there was no god who saved the world!"

"When my master assassinated the demon general and was divided into pieces, there was no god who saved the world!"

"My family of nine, all the demons died in battle. When they were stacked into a sea of ​​corpses, there was no god who saved the world!"

This topic made her emotionally excited, her eyes were blurred and crystal clear, as if tears were spinning, and then she let out a long sigh, her voice slowed down, and she was tired and firm:

"In short, what allows us human race to pass on from generation to generation is not the gods who save the world, but the ancestors who are not afraid of sacrifice, and the 'we' who welcomes the demon tide with their heads held high!"

The whole yard suddenly became quiet, and the silence was heard. The believers had more or less relatives and friends died in the tide of demons, and they felt a little empathetic for a while.

But it is precisely because of the cruelty of sacrifice that they place their hopes on the illusory gods.

The female headmaster tear off the four scrolls, kneaded them into a ball, grabbed them in her hands, then turned around, stepped on her legs, walked out the door, waved her hand, and said in a low voice:

"Take them away and put them in prison. If you need bait to deal with evil demons, look for them."

"Yes, Captain Qin." The yamen runners respected her very much, and were shocked by the words just now. They worked harder and tied He Yun and his subordinates to the prison.

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In the wilderness, immature rice and rice that were not yet harvested can be seen from time to time. Farmers carried various cloth bags and squeezed into a carriage in an orderly manner.

The horse pulling the cart seems to be mixed with evil bloodlines, covered with black scales, and has great strength. Even if the car is full of people, it still walks vigorously, which is a harvest of resistance to the demon tide.

Every time around the carriage, there are elite soldiers and people from the martial arts world riding similar horses. They have sharp eyes and strong temperaments. At first glance, they are people who have been bleeding from the blade for many years.

The leader walked at the end, a middle-aged man with gray temples, wrinkles on his eyes and eyebrows. He lost his left arm and held a thick-backed sword in his right hand and said loudly: "Everyone should be very clear about the rules. If there are people who fall behind on the way to Pingle City, no one will rescue or wait, and they can only ask for blessings."

The farmers did not speak, kept quiet, only children and those under the age of twenty were whispering, trying to make noise, but they were glaring at the horse riding guys who were not easy to mess with at first sight, and swallowed them all.

Anyone with experience understands why this rule was established, and it was summarized on the lessons of blood and corpses!

"Tao Li, how can you not wait for rescue?" There was a young man beside the leader. He was shocked when he heard this. He didn't understand how there was such a dehumanizing rule?

The leader glanced at him and said calmly: "In every demon tide, there are teams who are caught up by evil demons and ghosts in order to rescue or wait for a fallen person to be caught up with, from top to bottom, from old to young, none of them survived."

Wait for a while, and save for a while, it seems that there is not much, but the total number may be the boundary between life and death.

"You are still young. You have never left the city during the last time the Demon Tide. I don't know the cruelty here." The leader said lightly.

The young man still couldn't understand and opened his eyes wide and said, "Yes, but the evil demon has no trace yet. It won't take long to save someone!"

"When there is a trace of evil demons, no one can escape!" The leader said in a deep voice, pulling the reins and striving forward.

The number of carriages is limited, and each ride has to be filled with people. The inner part is younger women and children, the middle part is young and middle-aged men with different appearances, and the outer part is full of gray hair, both men and women. They are on the edge, and they can barely fall down with the strength of their hands.

The team moved forward quietly for a while, and an old man with deep wrinkles began to tremble with his hands, and he was about to be unable to hold the person inside. He fell from the carriage.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" His granddaughter in the center discovered his dangerous situation and cried and wanted to reach out to pull her. For a moment, the carriage became chaotic, and if it continued, more people would not be able to maintain balance.

At this time, the old man smiled slightly, took the initiative to let go of his hands, fell backwards, and the sound echoed:

"Nannan, live well!"

Bang, he fell to the ground, hurting his muscles and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Grandpa..." The crying sounded farther away as the carriage.

Seeing this, the young man next to the leader was about to go to rescue him. Suddenly, there was a thick-backed sword in front of him.

"Tao Li, you!" He was shocked and angry.

The leader looked at him coldly: "Those who delay the marching will be killed and executed!"

His eyes were cold and murderous intent, which shocked the young man, making him dare not move, and could only follow the horse past the old man.

Looking at the old man struggling to stand up in the distance and trying to walk towards Pingle City, the young man said grief and angrily: "You, you are inhumane!"

"I can only take care of more people." The leader looked at the fast moving team ahead.

"They are human beings, and they are also human beings. Why should they sacrifice them? Can life be compared by quantity? The lives of many people are more important than the lives of one person?" The young man burst out with tears and accused him angrily.

"Yes." The leader replied coldly, "In the tide of demons, as long as it is not an outdoor location, most people are more important than a few people, and they can better continue the human race!"

The young man was stunned and looked at the leader in disbelief. How cold and inhumane answer was. He couldn't help but blame again: "Tao Li, would you like to sacrifice yourself and save them?"

The leader suddenly smiled and his voice was low: "Once upon a time, a carriage overturned, my only son was on it..."

His laughter was even worse than crying.

The young man looked over in shock, and the other teammates' voices were heard in his ears: "At that time, Li Tou chose to let the team continue moving forward and stayed by himself. As a result, he encountered several evil demons lurking and tracking. He lost an arm and the child was not rescued..."

The leader curled his smile and looked ahead coldly but firmly. The human race can only move forward on the road of survival, not turn back!

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Qin Shuanghua and Qin's headmaster were emotionally excited and could not control himself. He walked back home step by step. When she closed the door, she squatted down and cried loudly, like a child.

"Shuanghua, what's wrong with you?" Qin Shuanglian walked out of the house and dressed up at home.

Qin Shuanghua was startled, stood up suddenly, wiped his eyes with the paper in his hand, and stammered: "Sister, aren't you in seclusion?"

The Qin family is eleven, and only me and this cousin are left.

Qin Shuanglian smiled and said, "Of course I've come out of seclusion."

"Get out of seclusion? Sister, have you been promoted to the outdoor site?" Qin Shuanghua was surprised. After seeing Qin Shuanglian nodding slightly, she cheered and jumped, "The outdoor site is now, you are a powerful outdoor site, and you are also a number one in Pingle City!"

From childhood to adulthood, especially in the past ten years, my elder sister has always been her role model and pride!

Qin Shuanglian looked at her calmly and was excited, and after a while, she said, "What did you cry just now?"

Qin Shuanghua immediately said embarrassedly: "I caught a cult leader before, and was inspired by him to recall what happened at home."

When she said this, she realized that she was so excited that she kept holding on to the pieces of paper made of scrolls, using them to wipe tears and snot, spitting, and still on the ground.

"What cult?" Qin Shuanglian asked without much care.

Qin Shuanghua said contemptuously: "That guy is very vulgar. What is the name of the Four Emperors of Savior? So, that's it..."

She used her dexterous feet and true energy to spread the paper ball to her elder sister.

"This is the God of Saving the World Xuanyang, this is the God of Saving the World Hunyuan, this is the God of Saving the World Puji..." Qin Shuanghua unfolded one by one, introduced casually, and soon revealed the last one.

Qin Shuanglian kept listening with a smile. At this moment, the last portrait came into her eyes, with her green clothes as fairy as a fairy and handsome face.

Qingyi was as handsome as an immortal, with a handsome face... Qin Shuanglian was suddenly stunned, and her pupils shrank violently.

It’s him! Heaven is dead, Huang Tian should stand up!
To be continued...