I Kidnapped 1.4 Billion People

"I told you, don't bother, you really can't kill me." Zhang Yichen muttered unhappily.

Black shadows swooped over.

Zhang Yichen had no choice but to embark on the road to escape again.

While running, Zhang Yichen noticed that there was no movement behind him. He looked back and wondered when the black shadow disappeared?

"Have you given up?"

His eyes wandered around, but he couldn't find the shadow of the man in black.

When Zhang Yichen breathed a long sigh of relief, the black-clothed ghost fell from the sky and grabbed Zhang Yichen's head with his sharp claws.

As for the upcoming crisis, Zhang Yichen was unaware of it and still focused on his surroundings.

In the distance, a cold star flickered, arriving in an instant, shooting into the body of the black-clothed ghost and nailing it to the far wall.

Hearing the noise, Zhang Yichen looked around in panic like a frightened rabbit.

Then, he saw a man in black hanging on the wall not far away. Who else could it be if he wasn't the ghost in black who was chasing him?

"Lord, come on."

Yu Qing's voice sounded. The word "Lord" was still far away, but the word "Shang" was already approaching.

Seeing Yu Qing appear, Zhang Yichen finally felt relieved.

"Uncle Yu, where have you been?" Zhang Yichen complained.

"I found some movement and went to check it out, but I didn't expect that I fell into the enemy's plan."

Yu Qing looked at the ghost in black hanging on the wall, "The ghost in black demands his life, but the ghost in black kills?"

"Yes, Brother Duan also said the same thing. Who are they and why do they want to kill me? I didn't offend them."

"The white-clothed ghost and the black-clothed ghost both come from a killer organization called Hades. Someone put a reward on the Lord's head to Hades."

"Oh my god, it's eight taels of gold to buy a murderer."

"Probably not. The eight taels of gold belong to the Lord. Should it be someone else?"

"If it's not eight taels of gold, who could it be?"

Yu Qing shrugged, "Then you have to ask yourself, Lord, who have you sinned against recently?"

In the early morning, everyone woke up.

Hell Prison's murderers were still very professional. Except for Zhang Yichen, they did not kill the guard group.

After realizing what kind of thrilling thing happened last night, the guard group was frightened and ashamed at the same time.

Their role has been reduced once again.

Fortunately, Zhang Yichen was fine. If Zhang Yichen made a mistake, they would never be able to atone for their sins.

Duan Ning came back.

"How is it?" Zhang Yichen asked.

"Ran."

"Oh, it's okay. Just hope you're okay."

After taking a rest, everyone set off again.

Zhang Yichen glanced at the east wing and said, "They were quite quiet last night?"

"Everyone is dead, how can there be no peace?" Yu Qing said.

Zhang Yichen was startled, "Did the killer from Hades do it?"

"No, Hell Killers have their own professional ethics and will not easily kill people other than their targets. Should it be their own fault?" Duan Ning said.

Zhang Yichen got off the carriage and walked to the east wing.

"Master?"

"It's okay. It's fate that we met. Help others collect their bodies and accumulate virtue."

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to dismount and help Zhang Yichen dispose of the body to accumulate virtue.

There were five people living in the east wing, three men and two women. They were all killed with sharp weapons, killing them with one blow.

The wounds were all in the same position, piercing the heart and causing death.

Zhang Yichen sighed, ending his life at a young age, this is the world.

A world where killing is not illegal and where strength is king.

Half an hour later, five more tombs appeared behind the temple.

Zhang Yichen didn't know the names of the five people, so he didn't erect a monument for them.

Each person lit three incense sticks and placed them in front of the five people's graves.

"That's all I can do. I hope you can rest in peace in another world."

The soaring cannon sits cross-legged, hands clasped together, and the treasure is solemn. The "Rebirth Mantra" from another world is recited to save the dead.

"Master, we should be on our way." Su Wenqian reminded again.

"Okay, Brother Su."

The escort team mounted their horses, Zhang Yichen got on the carriage, and the group left the temple and headed towards Tianshui City.

A breeze blew from the ground, lighting up the incense heads.

Tianshui City, a famous economic giant in the Dayue Empire, is a transportation hub and has developed commerce, attracting many wealthy businessmen to come for trade and investment.

"The largest force in Tianshui City is called Tianshui Pavilion. The strongest person in the sect is a Yang Nirvana monk. He is the well-deserved leader of Tianshui City."

Su Wenqian introduced the distribution of power in Tianshui City with all his treasures.

"Recently, it is Tianshui Pavilion's thirty-year lotus viewing conference that attracts many wealthy people from all over the world."

"There is a magical medicine in Tianshui Pavilion called Yin-Yang Lotus. It produces sixty lotus seeds every thirty years, thirty Yang lotus seeds and thirty Yin lotus seeds."

"In order to make friends with the most handsome people in the world, Tianshui Pavilion will take out ten yang lotus seeds and ten yin lotus seeds as prizes at the lotus appreciation meeting every thirty years to attract the world's heroes."

Zhang Yichen: "Can eating yin-yang lotus seeds improve your cultivation?"

"Yes, young master. According to legend, Yang lotus seeds can strengthen the body, and Yin lotus seeds can nourish the soul. They are rare treasures in the world." Su Wenqian said.

"Nourishing the soul? Then you really should go and see the lotus appreciation convention."

Yin lotus seeds can nourish the soul and will definitely be helpful to Leng Feng.

"Stop." Zhang Yichen shouted.

Wulin, who was driving, immediately reined in the reins and asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

Zhang Yichen jumped off the carriage and walked to the corner of the long street.

A small, frail figure was kneeling on the side of the long street. Next to the small figure, lay a body covered by a white cloth.

On the other side of the small figure, there was a small sign that read "Sell your body to bury your father."

Seeing this, everyone immediately understood what the young master was going to do.

The young master's sympathy began to overflow again.

Put a money bag in front of the little girl.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Zhang Yichen with dull eyes.

Zhang Yichen nodded to the little girl, touched her head, and walked back without saying anything.

This is all I can do.

"Master, there are so many miserable people in the world, can you save them by yourself?" Su Wenqian was helpless.

"Can't save them? But I can save them one by one. Anyway, I'm a rich man now."

To save people, do it within your ability, and do it with no regrets in heaven and no regrets in your heart. That is enough.

Su Wenqian shook his head helplessly. The young master's moral character is indeed worthy of praise, but it is only worthy of praise.

Doing good deeds is not popular in Blue Star. Most people donate money and materials and let specialized charities do it.

One negative case after another tells Blue Star people how unwise it is to do good deeds.