"There is a famine in sixteen cities, have you heard?"
"How long have you been delaying this news? Mr. Zhao Che has gone to provide relief a long time ago and has distributed rice and noodles to every house. I heard that the national treasury will not transfer it.
Master Zhao Che took out his own money and sold all his swords!"
"Master Zhao Che is so kind, and he really cares about us people."
"Isn't that right? Mr. Zhao Che personally went to kill the gangster who committed the murder in City 21 earlier!"
"He has the heart of a Bodhisattva and the means of thunder."
"It would be great if Lord Zhao Che could be our emperor.
"What nonsense are you talking about! You don't want to die!?"
People's voices kept ringing in his ears. Jiang Wang silently collected information and adjusted his understanding of the city.
Zhao Che...
He almost immediately remembered that when he first came to these twenty-seven cities, he saw the smooth and pink young man who wanted to rob civilian girls on the street.
After three years of absence, the reputation has changed drastically.
Is the prodigal son turning back and reborn?
Or is it an important point in Zhao Cang's article?
The city is making its voice heard.
People are quite satisfied with their current lives and full of confidence in the future.
When Yin Guan fled three years ago, he activated the Extermination Curse, and black smoke of resentment rose from nearly a hundred places in the city instantly. They were all families with deep-seated hatred. A mother lost her son, a wife lost her husband. They complained about injustice and hatred.
It’s unjust. Even if you transform into a fierce ghost, you will bite a person from the city.
At that time, there were countless people who came to the city with hatred and wanted to skin them and drink their blood.
And three years later, people in this city are already singing the praises of happiness.
The incident of raping women on the streets has been forgotten.
The young city lord who left with hatred has been forgotten.
The old woman whose beloved son was eaten by a giant turtle and whose life was a curse has been forgotten.
Suffering will eventually be forgotten, and sins can be buried by time.
It's like the ode to the teacher at the public school just now.
"It's a joy".
Years later, when people talk about what happened at that time, they may only remember that Zhao Che stepped forward, personally took part in danger, fought and entangled with the villains, and saved the life of a beautiful woman when the monsters were in chaos.
Among those seemingly similar stories, there may be a half-bald bad scholar and a white-haired bad swordsman.
In the past three years, no one has been idle, either those who are determined to take revenge or those who are trying their best to protect themselves.
Yin Guan certainly relied on his own efforts to establish the frightening Hell No Gate and developed it to its current scale.
However, Zhao Cang did not give up and wait for death because of his lack of talent in cultivation.
There is no other way to practice, but this world is not limited to practice.
Of course, Zhao Cang secretly added more than one number to those wanted bounties targeting Hell's Gateless. But more of his energy was devoted to the people's hearts.
Confucianism says that where righteousness lies, even if there are thousands of people, I will go there.
But how to define this "righteousness"?
What happens once this “righteousness” is taken away?
There are thirty-nine in the lower city and one in the upper city. This is the so-called country blessed by God.
The thirty-nine lower cities have been given a new look. Under Zhao Cang's efforts to decorate the city at all costs, the people's hearts have become more stable than ever before.
Especially in the 27th city where Yin Guan was born, Zhao Cang devoted the most effort.
All the voices, everything displayed in this city now, are asking Yin Guan questions and expressing to Yin Guan - Who are you here to save?
Who are you here to help?
Who do you want to avenge?
No no.
nobody.
You are a passer-by in the Twenty-Seventh City, you are a notorious villain, and you no longer belong to this place.
This country and its people have never needed you.
Zhao Cang spent three years writing this article.
And Yin Guan, how should he answer?
At this moment, Jiang Wang and Yin Guan were sitting opposite each other in the private room on the second floor of the restaurant. There was a table, a pot of wine, two cups, and several plates of side dishes.
If you ignore the tightly closed door and the Yama mask on the table.
It was like two ordinary old friends having a small reunion after a long separation.
But he didn't chat, he just sat quietly.
Different from these two.
The upright and aboveboard King of the Disciples, now with a pale face of a young man, sat alone on the threshold in front of the restaurant with a full bowl of food. He kept picking up his chopsticks and putting food into his mouth.
He gave it away, but he didn't chew it, just swallowed it one bite at a time.
His movements were monotonous and his face remained expressionless.
He sat silently, his body seemed to be rusty.
Even though they were simply eating, they created a very scary atmosphere.
When passers-by saw him, they all retreated. It was quiet in such a big restaurant.
The shopkeeper had already secretly reported it to the officials, but the officials did not dare to deal with it. They were urgently contacting the monks in the city. With the ability of the monk king, it was obviously perfect to make fish bait.
Jiang Wang felt the changes in the city and listened to the voices of the people in the lower city coming from all directions, feeling a little complicated.
Now, when he looks back at Youguo from the perspective of a senior leader of the overlord country, his feelings are different.
Under the so-called "City Lord Assessment System", the country's most talented people will be eaten by giant turtles. For Youting's rule... firstly, it can keep the giant turtles, and secondly, it can vent the dissatisfaction of the people in the lower city.
Emotions, thirdly, also weaken the power of resistance.
Those with inferior talents were allowed to advance to the upper city and become a member of the rentiers after demonstrating their loyalty.
In this way, fish will always be fish, and meat eaters will always be meat eaters.
Classes are completely solidified. The flow between the upper city and the lower city only takes place between the fingers of the senior officials of Youguo.
And such a country will never become a threat to Jingguo, and it is impossible to challenge the order under Jingguo's leadership, so there is no need to worry too much about foreign enemies. Jiang Wang is completely unacceptable. This system has definitely maintained this country for many years.
.
Even say...
It could have lasted many more years.
After the Youguo court, led by Zhao Cang, gave Xiacheng more leniency and was willing to spend more energy to whitewash kindness... this country can last for a long time.
This is very inappropriate, but Jiang Wang realizes that this is reality.
His complex emotions come from both this and Yin Guan.
What was Yin Guan's mood at the beginning, when he chose the path of magic in an impossible environment and silently accumulated strength? Why did he choose the most difficult path, establish a hell without a door, and always be on the edge of life and death?
Struggle? What was he thinking when he left after fighting Zheng Chaoyang?
And when he finds that the city has become what it is now, it seems that it has become better after losing him, no one in the city is looking forward to him, and he is no longer needed at all, how will he feel?
Jiang Wang observed Yin Guan silently.
But Yin Guan, who has actually lived in this city for many years, is actually calm.
"After I leave.
They build public schools, they take care of the lonely elderly, they build bridges and roads, they pay low taxes, and they open up more resources and opportunities. This is not because of their conscience, not because they have become better, not because they no longer look down upon others.
The people in the city are treating pigs and dogs one by one, but it’s because I left.
Because I will come back."
Yin Guan didn't take a sip of wine from beginning to end, and he just raised his eyes calmly.
The various manifestations of this city, the many changes in the past three years, and the many expressions Zhao Cang added to it... did not cause the slightest ripple in these eyes.
"The time has come." he said.
He looked through the window into the distance, and saw the figure of the giant tortoise that was slowly approaching.
The parade around the border is more like a walk to digest food after a full meal.
A group of monks wearing uniforms had already flown down from the upper city and were rushing here at high speed - probably to deal with the case of the extraordinary monk causing trouble in front of the restaurant.
Yin Guan has planned what everyone should do in advance.
Therefore, Jiang Wang just drank in silence, and it was not yet time for him to take action.
The sound of the wind suddenly stopped, and a dozen sword-wielding monks had already fallen down the long street.
They each occupied key positions and tacitly locked the target's escape route, showing their well-trained side - Youguo used the entire country to support the city. They are indeed worthy of being called elites. They have never lost to other countries.
"I don't know who this person is, coming to visit my country?" The monk from Shangcheng, who was headed by him, was neither humble nor overbearing, and looked very steady.
The young man sitting on the threshold, with a pale face and a dull expression, put down the clean rice bowl in his hands, placed it on the ground next to him, and neatly put his chopsticks on it.
Very stupid but very polite.
Then he took out a mask from his arms - a black-based Yama mask.
Silence covered his face.
Black background, bone gate, blood word Yama.
As soon as this mask was put on, the face of the leading monk from the upper city suddenly changed. He turned around and left without leaving a word. At the same time, a cylinder came out of his sleeve and pointed directly at the sky~!
Bang!
Blood-red fireworks exploded in the air, and as they rolled, a huge word "danger" appeared.
Obviously, Youting has been alert to the fact that there is no gate to hell, and has prepared corresponding early warning means. Specifically, the team leader who is performing the task below can accurately identify the mask of Yama.
But is this enough?
The masked Rogue King had already risen from the sky, and with just a move of his hands, more than a dozen monks from the upper city who turned around and flew quickly were already frozen in the air.
For a moment, this was a picture that showed all kinds of things.
In the long street, there were hurried pedestrians in a hurry.
Above the long street, the monks on the upper city stopped.
In the restaurant, the shopkeeper got into the counter, and the other drinkers hid in the corners. Jiang Wang was still drinking, and Yin Guan was still sitting in meditation.
In the twenty-seventh city of the Lower City, more than ten places suddenly lit up with brilliant lights!
They feel each other from a distance and echo each other.
But it didn't happen to protect the people in Xiacheng.
The huge turtle beast that was still very far away suddenly ducked out of the way and appeared in the sky above the 27th City.
One foot flattened half of the long street, and the other three fell on unrelated blocks. Naturally, the house collapsed and the ground collapsed, and people were bleeding.
The Rogue King had no time to react, and the dozen monks who went up to the city even had no time to react. They were all crushed under the feet of the giant turtle beast. The pedestrians on the street,
He didn't even realize what happened, he lost consciousness!
Youting arranged a special assisting array in the 27th City so that their "Holy Beast of Protecting the Country" could attack immediately and crush the terrifying opponents from Hell without Gate.
The surviving restaurant was right next to the giant turtle beast.
The tortoise feet, which were like pillars of heaven, completely covered the doors and windows of the restaurant, making the room extremely dark.
Also dim was Jiang Wang's expression.
The response from Youguo's side was very intense and very fast.
After all, this giant turtle beast is a divine beast with Baxia bloodline and can exert combat power close to that of Dong Zhen. With the help of the special assisting array, it is so fast that Jiang Wang can't react in time!
It is true that before Jiang Wang came to Youguo, he had made an agreement with Yin Guan not to harm innocent people. But this agreement has no control over Youting, let alone this giant turtle.
He silently picked up the Lower City King mask and put it on his face.
The people in the entire twenty-seven cities were in chaos and very scared. They couldn't understand why the sacred beast that protected the country suddenly attacked the lower city. In the past history, there were occasional news of the sacred beast that protected the country hurting people.
, but it turned out to be misinformation in the end.
Why did today's attitude of not caring about the lives of the people happen? Is it because the people of the 27th City are dishonest in worshiping the sacred beast, or is it someone who has committed a great sin?
The bewildered people in the lower city fled in all directions, with mothers holding their children and men carrying their fathers on their backs, but they were like a group of headless flies with no direction.
In the upper city carried by the giant turtle beast, extraordinary monks wearing armor rose up from the sky and looked at the lower city.
A tall and arrogant figure suddenly appeared high in the sky.
Zheng Chaoyang, the commander of the Bearing Monument Army!
He was watching all this and was about to say something when an old voice sounded in his ears first: "Don't do useless things.
They have no ability to escape at all. Instead of wasting time here, what you should do is to deal with your opponents as soon as possible."
Although the Prime Minister Zhao Cang has not shown up, there is no doubt that he controls everything in this country.
So Zheng Chaoyang's words came out as -
"The Monument-bearing Army forms a formation and follow me to kill the enemy!"
The military barracks in the upper city opened their four gates, and the elite soldiers of the Monument-bearing Army quickly gathered at the school grounds.
In the twenty-seventh city, the huge turtle beast slowly spread its front legs.
Under the turtle's feet, which looked like pillars, were pools of blood and balls of flesh.
It's no longer possible to tell who is who.
But in one of the particularly confusing lumps of meat, a bulging part suddenly protruded, and five fingers emerged from it...
Then a whole hand emerged from the meat.
The turtle lowered his head and looked at everything curiously, probably wondering what the insect was playing.
The hand that emerged from the fleshy mud first opened and closed its five fingers and stretched for a while, as if it had regained some strength through this movement.
Then he reached into the meat paste and pulled out a storage box.
This hand dug in the storage box as if no one was around, digging and digging.
He took out a black coffin and laid it in a pool of blood.
This hand was actually "eaten" by the black coffin.
With a heart-wrenching creaking sound, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open.
Then a man wearing a mask of the Qianguan King sat up from the coffin.
But this time, what surged through his body was the unreserved power of God's presence!
