"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 from house to 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 dramatically.
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 loses her son, a wife loses her husband. Resent injustice and hate injustice. That's when he transformed into a fierce ghost and wanted to bite a person from the upper city.
At that time, there were countless people who came to the city with hatred and wanted to skin them and drink their blood.
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.
Like the ode to the teacher in the public school just now.
"It's a joy."
Years later, the incident will be brought up again. People may only remember Zhao Che, who stood up for himself when demons and monsters were in chaos, personally involved in danger, fought and entangled with villains, and saved the life of a beautiful lady.
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 terrifying 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 on Hell's Gateless. But more energy is devoted to people's hearts.
Confucianism says that where righteousness lies, even if there are thousands of people, I will go there.
But this "righteousness". How to define?
What if this "righteousness" is taken away?
There are thirty-nine in the lower city and one in the upper city. This is the so-called land of God's blessing.
Thirty-nine lower cities have been given a new look. Under Zhao Cang's whitewashing 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 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. A table, a pot of wine, two glasses, 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 no chatting either, just sitting quietly.
Unlike these two.
The upright and aboveboard King of the Disciples, now with a pale face as a young man, sat alone on the threshold in front of the restaurant with a full bowl of food. Keep picking up the chopsticks and keep putting them in your mouth. But he didn't chew it, he just swallowed it bite by bite.
His movements were monotonous and his face remained expressionless.
He sat silently, his body seemed to be rusty.
It was obviously just eating, but it created a very scary atmosphere.
When pedestrians 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 Wu Guanwang, 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 that he looks back at Youguo from the perspective of a senior executive in 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 retain the giant turtle, secondly, it can vent the dissatisfaction of the people in the lower city, and thirdly, it can also weaken the power of resistance.
Those with lesser talents, after showing their loyalty, were allowed to advance to the upper city and become members of the rentiers.
So 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. This system, which Jiang Wang cannot accept at all, 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 shouldn't happen, 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 and silently accumulated strength in an impossible environment? Why did you choose the most difficult path, build a hell without a door, and struggle on the edge of life and death all the time? 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 completely unnecessary, 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 left.
They build public schools, they take care of the lonely elderly, they build bridges and roads, they pay light taxes, and they open up more resources and opportunities. This is not because their conscience has discovered, not because they have become better, not because they no longer regard the people in the lower city as pigs and dogs - but because I am gone.
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 at this time.
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 turtle that had defeated the city slowly approaching.
The parade around the border is more like a walk to digest food after a full meal.
A group of monks wearing standard military uniforms have flown down from the upper city and are 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.
Each occupied a key position and locked the escape route of the target person in a tacit understanding, showing their well-trained side - Youguo used the whole country to support the city, they really deserve to be called elites. Never lose to other countries.
"I don't know who this person is, coming to visit my country?" The leader of the monks from Shangcheng was neither humble nor overbearing, and was very stable.
The young man with a pale face and dull expression sitting on the threshold put down the clean rice bowl in his hands, placed it on the ground next to him, and neatly put on his chopsticks.
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 Shangcheng suddenly changed, and 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 had already been alert to the fact that there was no door to hell, and had prepared corresponding early warning measures. Specifically, the following team leader who was performing a mission could accurately identify the Yama Mask.
But is this enough?
The masked Rogue King had already risen into the air, 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, it was a picture that showed all kinds of things.
In the long street, there were hurried pedestrians and chaos.
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 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 the lower city.
The huge turtle beast that was still very far away suddenly ducked out of the way and was already carrying the upper city on its back. It appeared in the sky above the 27th City. It appeared on this long street and crashed down!
One foot flattened half of the long street, and the other three landed in 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 or so monks from the upper city even had no time to react. They were all crushed under the feet of the giant turtle beast. Those 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 "Sacred Beasts to Protect 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.
Youguo's reaction was very intense and very fast.
After all, this giant turtle beast is a divine beast with Baxia bloodline and capable of exerting combat power close to that of Dong Zhen. With the help of the special assisting array, Jiang Wang was so fast that he couldn'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-seventh city were in chaos and very scared. They couldn't understand at all why the sacred beast that protected the country suddenly attacked the lower city. In the past history, there were occasional reports that the sacred beast that protected the country had hurt people, but in the end it was proved to be misinformation.
Why did this attitude of not caring about people's lives happen today? Are the people in the twenty-seventh city 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 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: "Don't do useless things.
They simply have no ability to escape. Instead of wasting time here, what you should do is to deal with your opponent 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—a
"The Monument-bearing Army forms a formation and follow me to kill the enemy!"
The military barracks in the upper city opened their four doors, 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 were 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 flesh.
The turtle lowered his head and looked at everything curiously, probably wondering what the insect was playing.
The hand that emerged from the mud first opened and closed its five fingers, then stretched for a while, as if it had regained some strength through this movement.
Then he reached into the meat 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 lay 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 the mask of the Qianguan King sat up from the coffin.
But this time, what surged in his body was the unreserved, divine power!
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