At this time, Zhang Zicheng no longer used the system to reduce the dimension of WeChat voice, but used the half-broken Vow Power Golden Body to speak directly.
Therefore, his words are no longer limited to a narrow range, but ring in the ears of all people covered by the great cause and effect.
Not only that, due to the special nature of the will power, such a voice is very soft and will not cause harm to anyone even if it spreads thousands of miles away.
Zhang Zicheng is very satisfied with this.
I can finally speak normally without fear of destroying half the galaxy with just a greeting.
But... Zhang Zicheng also discovered through this sigh that what he said would be heard by everyone in the world.
Suddenly, the otaku, who had never spoken in an event with more than 50 people, felt slightly stage frightened.
Of course, this feeling is fleeting. After all, they are all low-dimensional people, and the confidence to completely control their lives is really scary.
I have never heard of any emperor having social fears.
However, Zhang Zicheng decided to be cautious in his words and actions, and could no longer be as casual as Zhang Jiao's previous chat.
It's okay if you don't have the pretense of being a god in private. At the same time, it would be really shameful if you don't have the air to talk to people in the world.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Zicheng slowly said: "At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the country's population was more than 56 million."
Everyone in the world, almost at the same time, put down everything they were doing.
The young students who were reading aloud in the private school watched their husband angrily walk out of the door, looking for who was disturbing the reading.
Landowners who were sitting in their houses, waiting for farmers who had no money to repay their debts to offer their land to pay off their debts, asked suspiciously if other family members had heard voices.
The refugees in Nanyang area stood in the dry river and looked blankly at the sky.
Refugees escaping from floods in coastal areas looked at each other with their bags on their backs and talked a lot.
A bearded man walking on the street selling red dates stopped and looked at the sky with bright eyes.
A young man weaving straw sandals suddenly put down the withered grass in his hands and looked around.
No matter what status these people have, what level of knowledge they have, or how far they understand the world.
Is he an illiterate person who cannot read anything, or is he a capable stranger who understands the general trend of the world while sitting at home?
Although they had never heard of the term "Eastern Han Dynasty", for some reason they immediately understood that it referred to the present time.
Just understanding the meaning of this word makes countless people's hearts throb and feel fear.
Eastern Han Dynasty...the last years?
Without leaving people confused for too long, the voice continued: "Due to natural and man-made disasters, the court was in turmoil, and the people had no way to make a living, so they revolted, which is known as the Yellow Turban Uprising in history."
Hearing the word 'Yellow Turban Uprising', Zhang Jiao's pupils suddenly contracted under the swords of the guards in the Nangong Palace.
And the misty voice is still coming slowly.
"After the Yellow Turban Uprising, Dong Zhuo was in chaos, the princes were divided, and the world was divided into three parts, which lasted for nearly a hundred years."
"There was a man named Cao Cao, who traveled through the hinterland of the Central Plains and was devastated. He wrote a poem:
"There are righteous men in Guandong who raise troops to fight against the evil forces. In the early days of the alliance, they were in Xianyang.
"The combined strength of the army is not uniform, and the geese are hesitant. Snobbishness makes people fight, and the heirs fight against each other.
"The title of Huainan brother is carved in the north. The armor is infested with lice, and all the surnames die from it.
"White bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no roosters crowing for thousands of miles. There are hundreds of people who have left one thing, and the thought of it will break people's hearts."
"After that, until the Sima family was first established in the Jin Dynasty, the world's population was only about 7 million."
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In the court hall of Nangong in Luoyang, everyone’s imprisonment disappeared without knowing when.
The guards and eunuchs looked at each other in confusion, at a loss, and didn't know how to react. They could only secretly look at His Majesty's expression.
And Liu Hong's face was also uncertain for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Only Zhang Jiao, who was under the court, reacted the most violently.
He was shaking like chaff and could hardly stand.
No guard stopped him, but he tried to stand up several times, but finally fell to the ground because his legs were weak.
Zhang Jiao was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were slightly bulging due to the increased blood pressure, and bloodshot eyes quickly spread.
"Zhang...Zhang Jiao..." He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and he choked several times.
Finally, Zhang Jiao faced the sky outside the palace, kowtowed heavily, buried his head on the ground, raised his head without shame, and said quietly: "Sinner Zhang Jiao! Trouble the world! The world is full of bones! Ten rooms are empty!"
"Even if you die thousands of times, you can't forgive me, and if you cut yourself into pieces with a thousand swords, you can't pay for it! If you use up all the bamboos in the Southern Mountains, you won't be able to write down all the sins; if you cut off the waves in the East China Sea, you won't be able to stop all the evil!"
These words immediately made everyone in the court think of something, and their expressions changed drastically.
There was even a loyal person who took a step forward and shouted to Zhang Jiao: "Shameless demon! Isn't your Taiping Yellow Turban the culprit in this prophecy?!"
When other people heard this, they also spoke uprightly and cursed Zhang Jiao for killing the people and harming others, which is a great evil in the world.
Only a few people looked at each other secretly, looking at the ugly-looking Liu Hong without making a sound.
These bastards seem to be blaming Zhang Jiao, but don’t they mean that the unknown prophecy is true?
If this is true, wouldn’t the Han family’s world be...
"The evil words confuse the people! The evil words confuse the people!"
Liu Hong shouted angrily, but he didn't know what to do next.
After all, the fear that had just imprisoned his whole body was still reflected in his mind, lingering.
Such supernatural powers...are they not true immortals descending to earth?
Since he is an immortal, the prophecy...
Liu Hong no longer dared to think about it any more.
As for Zhang Jue, who was kneeling down with his face covered, his mind was buzzing and he couldn't hear these accusations at all.
All he could think about was the prophecy Si Chen just said and the poem written by the man named Cao Cao.
The armor is infested with lice, and thousands of people die from it.
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.
What a tragic scene is this?
Just thinking about it, Zhang Jiao feels like what is said in the poem, with cramps in the abdomen and heartache!
He was crying and his whole body was convulsing uncontrollably.
However, the images of skinny people in the past kept flooding into Zhang Jiao's mind.
In his mind, one was the starving people who had no way to make a living under the rule of the Han Dynasty. The other was the chilling desolation and bones mentioned in Si Chen's prophecy.
Zhang Jiao had a splitting headache, and his soul was about to be torn apart by these two pictures.
Finally, he couldn't help it, raised his head, and wailed: "But! But I don't understand! I don't know what to do!"
"What on earth should I do to let the people survive! They just want to live! What on earth should I do!"
"Si Chen! Lord Si Chen! I beg you! Tell me, tell me what I should do so that the people of the world can live!"
As he spoke, Zhang Jiao got the strength from nowhere and stood up with disheveled hair. He begged in a pleading tone: "Please Si Chen tell me what Zhang Jiao should do!"
"Even if Zhang Jiaowan dies, I will still be obliged to do so!"
At this time, the people in the court, all dressed in fine clothes, finally fell silent.
Even if that voice says that if Zhang Jue dies, the people will have a way to live, then Zhang Jue will definitely be killed in Nangong without hesitation.
In front of this man who was in so much pain that he seemed to be vomiting out his soul, they were almost speechless and a little at a loss.
The voice finally sounded again.
"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand."
"If you are born in Jiazi, the world will be blessed."
Zhang Jiao miraculously calmed down, his body no longer trembled, his eyes suddenly stared directly at the golden light in the sky.