Red Heart Survey

"There is a famine in sixteen cities, have you heard?"

"Hey, how long has your news been delayed. Master Zhao Che has already gone to give relief, and has distributed rice noodles from door to door. I heard that the treasury will not be transferred. Master Zhao Che took out his own money bag and sold his sword. Already!"

"Master Zhao Che is too kind. He really has us common people in his heart."

"Isn't it? Mr. Zhao Che personally went to chase and kill the gangster Jiangyang who committed the murder in Twenty-one City earlier!"

"Both the heart of a Bodhisattva and the methods of thunder."

"It would be great if Lord Zhao Che could be our emperor..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Don't die!?"

People's voices kept ringing in his ears, and Jiang Wang silently collected information and adjusted his understanding of the city.

Zhao Che...

He almost immediately remembered that when he came to the twenty-seven cities, he saw that greasy young man who wanted to rob people's girls in the street.

Not seeing each other for three years, the reputation has changed drastically.

Is the prodigal son turned back and reborn?

Or is it an important stroke in Zhao Cang's article?

The city is making its voice.

People are quite satisfied with their present life and full of confidence in the future.

When Yin Guan fled three years ago, he activated the Thousand Absolute Curse, and there were nearly a hundred black smoke of resentment in the city in an instant—they were all families with deep-seated hatred. A mother loses her son, and a wife loses her husband. Resent injustice, hate injustice. That's the incarnation of a ghost who wants to bite the Shangcheng people.

At that time, there were countless people who hated Shangcheng and wanted to skin and drink blood.

And three years later, the people in this city are already singing the praises of happiness.

The incident of robbing civilian women in the street has been forgotten.

The young city lord who left with a grudge has been forgotten.

The old woman whose beloved son was eaten by a giant tortoise and whose life was a curse has been forgotten.

Suffering will eventually be forgotten, and sins can also be buried by time.

It's like the hymn of the teacher in the public school just now.

"It's such a joy."

Years later, I will bring up the incident at that time. People may only remember that Zhao Che stepped forward when the demons were in chaos in the country, personally risked himself, fought and entangled with the villains, and saved the life of a beautiful woman.

In those similar stories, there may be a half-bald evil scholar and a white-haired bad swordsman.

In the past three years, no one was idle, both those who were determined to revenge and those who tried their best to protect themselves.

Of course, Yin Guan established the frightening Nowhere to Hell with his own strength, and developed it to its current scale.

Zhao Cang did not give up waiting for death because of lack of cultivation talent.

There is no way to do it in practice, but practice is not the only thing in this world.

Of course, Zhao Cang secretly added more than one code to those bounties aimed at Nowhere to Hell. But more energy is betting on the hearts of the people.

Confucianism said that where righteousness lies, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go there.

But this "righteousness". How to define?

Once this "righteousness" is taken away?

Thirty-nine in the lower city, one in the upper city, the so-called God Blessed Country.

The thirty-nine lower cities have taken on a completely new look, and under Zhao Cang's careless whitewashing, the hearts of the people have never been more stable.

Especially in the twenty-seventh city where Yin Guan was born, Zhao Cang devoted the most effort.

All the voices, everything that is displayed in this city today are all asking Yin Guan, expressing to Yin Guan——

Who are you here to save?

Who are you here to help?

Who are you going to avenge?

No no.

nobody.

You are a passer-by in Twenty Seven City, you are a notorious villain, you no longer belong to this place.

This country, the people here, never need you.

It took Zhao Cang three years to write 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 jug of wine, two glasses, and a few small dishes.

If you ignore the tightly closed door and the Yama mask on the table.

It's like two ordinary old friends having a reunion after a long absence.

But not gossiping, just sitting quietly.

Unlike these two.

At this time, the upright and upright Wuguan Wang showed a pale young man's face, carrying a bowl full of food, sitting alone on the threshold in front of the restaurant. Keep picking the chopsticks and sending them to your mouth. But he didn't chew, just swallowed it mouthful.

His movements were monotonous, and his face remained expressionless.

He sat silently, rusted on his body.

He was obviously eating simply, but it created a very scary atmosphere.

When pedestrians saw him, they all backed away. In the big restaurant, it was quiet.

The store owner had already secretly reported to the government, but the government didn't dare to deal with it, and was urgently contacting the monks in the upper city - with the ability of the official king, it is obviously very suitable to be a bait.

Jiang Wang felt the changes in the city bit by bit, and listened to the voices of the people in the lower city coming from all directions, and his mood was a bit complicated.

Now that he looks at Youguo back and forth from the perspective of a high-level hegemony country, his feelings are already different.

Under the so-called "city lord assessment system", the most talented people in this country will be devoured by giant turtles. For You Ting's rule...firstly, it can keep the giant tortoise, secondly, it can vent the dissatisfaction of the people in the lower city, and thirdly, it can also weaken the power of resistance.

People with lower talents were allowed to enter the upper city after showing their loyalty and became a member of the rentiers.

So fish will always be fish, and the meat eater will always be the meat eater.

The class is completely solidified. The flow between the upper city and the lower city is only carried out between the fingers of the senior management of Youguo.

Moreover, such a country will never become a threat to Jing Guo, and it is impossible to challenge the order under Jing Guo's leadership, so there is no need to worry too much about foreign enemies.

This system, which Jiang Wang can't accept at all, has maintained the country for many years.

even say...

It could have lasted many more years.

After the Youguo court led by Zhao Cang gave the lower city more lenient and was willing to spend more energy to whitewash the benevolence... this country can last for a long time.

This should not be, but Jiang Wang realizes that this is reality.

His complicated emotions come from both this and Yin Guan.

What kind of mood did Yin Guan have at the beginning, in an absolutely impossible environment, he chose the magic path and silently accumulated strength? What is it for, choosing the most difficult path, building a hell without a gate, and always struggling on the verge of life and death? 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 expects him, and he is completely unnecessary, how will he feel?

Jiang Wang watched Yin Guan silently.

But Yin Guan, who has lived in this city for many years, is calm instead.

"After I leave.

They build public schools, they take care of the widowed and lonely elderly, they build bridges and roads, they pay light taxes, and they open up more resources and opportunities. This is not because they have found their conscience, it is not because they have become better, and it is not because they no longer regard the people in the lower city as pigs and dogs——

It's because I'm gone.

Because I will come back. "

Yin Guan didn't take a sip of wine from the beginning to the end, and just raised his eyes calmly at this moment.

The various manifestations of this city, the many changes in the past three years, and the many expressions that Zhao Cang added to it... did not cause the slightest ripple in these eyes.

"It's time," he said.

He looked into the distance through the window, and the figure of the giant tortoise in the Negative City was slowly approaching.

The repeated parade around the national border is more like a walk to digest food after a full meal.

A group of monks wearing standard military uniforms had already flown down from the upper city, and they were rushing here at a high speed—probably to deal with the case of the extraordinary monk in front of the restaurant.

Yin Guan has already planned what everyone should do in advance.

Therefore, Jiang Wang just drank silently, and it was not yet time for him to make a move.

The wind stopped suddenly, and a dozen sword-wielding monks had already landed on the long street.

According to the key positions, they tacitly locked the escape route of the target person, showing a well-trained side-Youguo raised the city with the strength of the whole country, they are indeed an elite. Never lost to other countries.

"I don't know who it is, come to visit our country?" The leader of the upper city monk is neither humble nor overbearing, very stable.

The young man with a pale face and a dull expression sitting on the threshold put down the clean rice bowl in his hand, put it on the ground next to him, and put his chopsticks neatly on it.

Stupid but polite.

Then he took out a mask from his bosom - a Yama mask with a black background.

Silently covered his face.

The black background, the bone door, and the blood character Yama.

As soon as this mask was put on, the expression of the leading monk in the upper city suddenly changed, and he turned and left without saying a word. At the same time, a cylinder was shaken out of the sleeve, pointing directly at the sky——

Phew~!

Boom!

The blood-red flames exploded in the air, and while rolling, a huge "Danger" character appeared.

Obviously, You Ting has long been alert to Hell without Door, and has prepared corresponding early warning measures. As for the next team leader who was performing the mission, he could accurately identify Yama's mask.

But is that enough?

The masked Wuguan Wang had already risen up, and with just one hand, more than a dozen upper-city monks who turned around and flew quickly were already fixed in the air.

For a moment, this is a picture scroll showing various states.

In the long street, hurried pedestrians were chaotic.

In the sky above the long street, the monks in the upper city stopped.

The shopkeepers in the restaurant got into the counter, and the rest of the drinkers hid in the corners. Jiang Wang was still drinking, and Yin Guan was still sitting quietly.

In the twenty-seventh city of the lower city, there are more than ten places that suddenly lit up with splendor!

Intersect with each other and echo each other.

But it didn't happen to protect the people in the lower city.

The huge tortoise beast that was still far away, unexpectedly dodges at this time, has already carried the upper city on its back, and appeared at the height of the twenty-seventh city, and appeared on this long street——

Stomped down!

One foot flattened half of the long street, and the other three feet landed in an irrelevant block. Naturally, the house collapsed and the ground collapsed, and people were bleeding.

Wuguan Wang didn't have time to react, and the dozen or so monks from the upper city had no time to react, and they were all crushed under the feet of the huge turtle. Those passers-by on the street didn't even realize what happened, they lost consciousness!

You Ting arranged a special assisting array in the twenty-seventh city, so that their "Nation Protector Holy Beast" could launch an attack immediately and crush the terrifying opponent from Hell Nowhere.

The surviving restaurant was right next to the giant turtle.

The tortoise feet like sky pillars 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 quick.

After all, this huge tortoise beast is a supernatural beast with the bloodline of the tyrant and can exert close to the real combat power of the cave. With the help of the special combat formation, Jiang Wang couldn't even react in time!

It is true that before Jiang Wang came to Youguo, he had already made an agreement with Yin Guan not to harm the innocent. But this agreement can't control You Ting, let alone this giant tortoise.

He silently picked up the mask of King Biancheng and put it on his face.

The people in the entire twenty-seven city are already in chaos and fear. They couldn't understand at all why the holy beast of protecting the country would suddenly attack the lower city. In the past history, there were occasional reports of the holy beasts protecting the country hurting people, but in the end it was proved to be misinformation.

Today's attitude of not caring about the lives of the people, why did it happen? Were the people of the twenty-seventh city dishonest in worshiping the holy beast, or was it someone who committed a great crime?

The people in the lower city who were at a loss fled in all directions. The mother was holding the child, and the man was carrying the old man on his back, but they had no direction like a group of headless flies.

In the upper city carried by the giant tortoise, extraordinary monks in armor rose from the sky one by one, looking at the lower city.

A tall and arrogant figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

Zheng Chaoyang, Commander of the Negative Monument Army!

He watched all this, and was about to say something, when an old voice rang in his ears first: "Don't do useless things, they have no ability to escape. Instead of wasting time here, get rid of the opponent as soon as possible." It's what you should do."

Although Zhao Cang, the Prime Minister of the country, did not show up, he undoubtedly controls everything in this country.

So Zheng Chaoyang's voice came out——

"The Negative Monument Army forms an formation, follow me to kill the enemy!"

The gates of the barracks in the upper city were wide open, and the elite soldiers of the Beibei Army quickly gathered in the school grounds.

In the twenty-seventh city, the huge tortoise slowly moved its forefoot.

Under the tortoise feet like pillars, there are puddles of blood and lumps of meat paste.

It is no longer possible to tell who is who.

But in one of the lumps of meat paste that was particularly confusing, a bulging part suddenly protruded, and five fingers drilled out of it...

Then a whole hand emerged from the mud.

The turtle beast lowered its head and looked at all this curiously, probably wondering what kind of tricks the bug was playing.

The hand that came out of the muddy flesh opened and closed its five fingers first, and then stretched for a while, as if it had regained some strength through this movement.

Then he probed into the meat mud and found a storage box.

This hand digs, digs, and digs in the storage box as if no one is there.

He took out a black coffin and lay in a pool of blood.

This hand was actually "eaten" by the black coffin.

Amidst a tooth-piercing creak, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open.

Then a man wearing the mask of the official king sat up from the coffin.

But this time, what surged through his body was unreserved, divine presence power!