Zhao Wujiang couldn't figure out what disaster was, even though someone had told him that disaster was related to the way of heaven.
But based on the actual analysis, if it is really related to the way of heaven, many things do not make sense.
I have never heard of the so-called law of heaven that cannot wipe out all living beings in the world.
The only things that cannot be killed are the top creatures.
Who is this world? Even in the past, he was only a strong man in the supreme realm.
Above the Supreme, there are so-called immortals and gods.
Could it be that mysterious man Zhang?
Who is Zhang?
But no matter who he is, if he can resist the way of heaven, why should he be allowed to harm all living beings?
If not, why does Heaven watch all living beings struggle instead of taking action directly?
Even disappeared suddenly during the ancient times?
So are disasters the way of heaven?
He, Zhao Wujiang, didn’t think so, but the disaster couldn’t be someone.
How could someone manipulate the sky to cause disasters without other powerful people stopping him?
It’s not that I don’t want to stop it, it’s that I can’t.
It seems that I still have many mysteries to solve... Zhao Wujiang's thoughts were racing, and he sighed in his heart, these days are really miserable.
By the way, Zhang Xukun said, the old man from Butian Pavilion has a relationship with me and knows more things. It’s time to take the time to check it out.
Zhao Wujiang made a plan in his mind.
"Your Highness! Your Highness King Yin!" Seeing that Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, Ma Ku thought it was because His Highness didn't believe what he said. He quickly begged for mercy and shouted miserably:
"Your Highness, you have to believe me, everything the villain says is true.
But if there is any falsehood about the corruption of spiritual stones, the sky will be struck by thunder, and the soul will be destroyed!
Your Highness, you must believe me! "
Ma Ku's head was pressed against a pool of blood, and he kept kowtowing to admit his mistake.
"I believe you." Zhao Wujiang nodded.
Ma Ku breathed a sigh of relief, his body was a little limp, and he felt lucky to have survived the disaster.
"But..." Zhao Wujiang changed the subject:
“Everyone should pay for their mistakes.
Your actions caused people in nine counties to die from snowstorms.
This error requires compensation. "
"Your Highness, I know my fault. I know my fault. Please forgive me. I am willing to work as an ox or a horse for you. I am willing to devote myself to disaster relief. I will not sleep until the disaster disappears!"
Please let the villain go. "Ma Ku kept kowtowing.
Lin Yu glanced disdainfully.
Chen Cheng's huge body remained motionless, his eyes cold.
"It's not my business to forgive you." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyes and ordered Chen Cheng to take action:
“It’s not something I’m qualified to do.
All I can do is give an explanation to those people and comfort their souls in heaven. "
"Your Highness, please... um..." Ma Ku desperately begged for mercy, but Chen Cheng's giant hand had already tightened his grip on him again. He struggled desperately, but he couldn't.
Chen Cheng is the brother of Chen Shi, the governor of Wutong Prefecture. He is the commander of the elite Tianwu Guards of Wutong Prefecture.
"Sizzling..."
The sound of flesh being crushed resounded in the wind and snow, and blood, thick and scarlet mixed with yellow and white matter and bone marrow, continued to flow down Chen Cheng's big hand.
Ma Ku's plea for mercy turned into his last sob and disappeared.
"Your Highness, where are we going now?" Chen Cheng lowered his eyebrows and knelt on one knee.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold:
“Go and visit the houses of those colleagues that Ma Ku mentioned.
Those who are in the corpse position need to be replaced.
Anyone who harms the people with the theory of calamity should be killed! "
"Yes!" Chen Cheng stood up, transformed into a stream of light, and flew towards Tianwu Guard.
Lin Yu bowed and clasped his fists, holding military talismans, and rushed towards the elites from other states, ordering them to go to other county guards in the nine counties to find out the truth and eliminate Xiaoxiao.
"Alas..." Zhao Wujiang sighed softly. Under the dark sky, rustling snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He felt a little depressed and couldn't help but murmured:
"What on earth am I doing?"
The only person who answered him was himself who stepped into the wind and snow without hesitation in the vast world a long time ago in those ancient times.
Those who cut through the darkness will sleep before the dawn.
