Chapter 1636: Getting Rich by Seeing a Coffin

"Have you heard about the famine in the Sixteen Cities?"

"Oh, how late is your news? Lord Zhao Che has already gone there to provide relief, distributing rice and flour to every household. I heard that the treasury would not transfer money, so Lord Zhao Che took out his own money bag and sold his sword!"

"Lord Zhao Che is so kind, he really cares about us common people."

"That's right, the bandit who committed murder in the Twenty-One City earlier was hunted down and killed by Lord Zhao Che himself!"

"He has a kind heart and thunderous means."

"If only Lord Zhao Che could be our emperor..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Are you going to die!?"

The voices of people kept ringing in his ears. Jiang Wang silently collected information and adjusted his understanding of this city.

Zhao Che...

He almost immediately remembered the greasy and greasy young man who wanted to rob a woman in the street when he first came to the Twenty-Seven Cities.

After three years, the reputation has changed dramatically.

Is it a prodigal son who has returned and has been reborn?

Or is it an important part of Zhao Cang's article?

This city is making its voice heard.

People are quite satisfied with their current lives and are full of confidence in the future.

When Yin Guan fled three years ago, he launched the Thousand Death Curse, and nearly a hundred black smokes of resentment rose in the city in an instant - those were all families with deep hatred in their hearts. Mothers lost their sons, wives lost their husbands. They resented injustice and hated injustice. They turned into evil spirits and wanted to bite the people of Shangcheng.

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

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

The incident of robbing a woman in the street 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 cursed her life has been forgotten.

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

Like the ode of the teacher in the public school just now.

"Isn't it fun?"

After many years, when the things at that time are mentioned again, people may only remember that Zhao Che stood up when the demons were in chaos, personally risked his life, fought with the villains, and saved the life of the beauty.

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

In these three years, those who are determined to take revenge and those who are trying their best to protect themselves have not been idle.

Yin Guan certainly established the terrifying Hell Without Gate with his own strength and developed it to its current scale.

However, Zhao Cang did not give up waiting for death because of his lack of talent in cultivation.

There is no way to cultivate, but this world is not only about cultivation.

In those bounties against Hell Without Gate, Zhao Cang certainly secretly added more than one code. But more energy is invested in the hearts of the people.

Confucianism says that where justice is, I will go even if there are thousands of people.

But this "righteousness". How to define it?

What if this "righteousness" is taken away?

There are thirty-nine lower cities and one upper city, so-called God-blessed country.

The thirty-nine lower cities are brand new, and under Zhao Cang's whitewashing at all costs, the people's hearts are unprecedentedly stable.

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

All the voices, everything that is now shown in this city, are asking Yin Guan questions and expressing to Yin Guan-

Who are you here to save?

Who are you here to help?

Who are you going to avenge?

No, no.

No one.

You are a passer-by in the twenty-seventh city, you are a notorious villain, you no longer belong to this place.

This country, the people here, 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 are sitting opposite each other in the private room on the second floor of the restaurant. A table, a pot of wine, two cups, and a few 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 gathering after a long absence.

But they didn't chat, just sit quietly.

Unlike these two.

The upright and upright Coroner Wang, at this time, showed a pale, young man's face, holding a full bowl of food, sitting alone on the threshold in front of the restaurant. He kept picking up the chopsticks and putting it into his mouth. But he didn't chew, just swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

His movements were monotonous, and his face was expressionless.

He sat silently, as if his body was rusted.

It was obviously just a simple meal, but it created a very scary atmosphere.

When pedestrians saw it, they all retreated. The huge restaurant was quiet.

The store owner had already secretly reported to the authorities, but the government did not dare to deal with it, and was urgently contacting the monks in the upper city - with the ability of Coroner Wang, it was obviously the most 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 from all directions, and his mood was a little complicated.

Now, he looks back at Youguo from the perspective of a high-ranking official of a hegemonic country, and his feelings are different.

Under the so-called "city lord assessment system", the most talented people in this country will be devoured by the giant turtle. For Youting's rule... first, it can keep the giant turtle, second, it can vent the dissatisfaction of the people in the lower city, and third, it also weakens the power of resistance.

People with inferior talents are allowed to enter the upper city and become a member of the rentiers after showing their loyalty.

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.

Moreover, such a country will never become a threat to Jingguo and cannot 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 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 discovers that the city has become what it is now, and seems to have 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 built public schools, they took care of the lonely elderly, they built bridges and roads, they paid light taxes, and they opened up more resources and opportunities. This is not because their conscience has discovered, it is not because they have become better, it is not because they no longer regard the people in the lower city as pigs and dogs——

But 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 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 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 landed on 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's efforts to support the city, they really deserve to be called elites. Never lose to another country.

"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 a 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 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 Shangcheng suddenly changed, and he turned around and left without leaving a word. At the same time, a cylinder shook out from his sleeve and pointed directly at the sky——

Phew~!

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 means. 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. It was already carrying the city on its back and appeared in the sky above the 27th City, above this long street——

Crash 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. The pedestrians on the street didn't even realize what was happening, they were already unconscious!

You Ting 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 the blood of Baxia and can exert combat power close to that of Dongzhen. With the help of a special combat formation, it was so fast that Jiang Wang couldn't react in time!

It is true that Jiang Wang had made an agreement with Yin Guan before coming to Youguo that no innocent people would be harmed. But this agreement does not apply to Youting, let alone this giant turtle.

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

The people in the entire 27th city were already in chaos and fear. They could not understand why the sacred beast of the country suddenly attacked the lower city. In the past history, there were occasional news that the sacred beast of the country hurt people, but in the end they were proved to be false information.

Why did this attitude of not caring about the lives of the people today happen? Did the people of the 27th city worship the sacred beast insincerely, or did someone commit a great sin?

The people of the lower city, who were at a loss, fled in all directions. Mothers held their children and men carried their old fathers on their backs, but they had no direction like a group of headless flies.

In the upper city carried by the giant turtle beast, armored extraordinary monks rose into the air and looked at the lower city.

A tall figure with a fierce blood suddenly appeared in the sky.

Zheng Chaoyang, the commander of the Fubei Army!

He watched all this and was about to say something, but an old voice had already sounded in his ears: "Don't do useless things, they have no ability to escape. Instead of wasting time here, you should get rid of your opponents as soon as possible."

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

So Zheng Chaoyang's voice came out and became-

"Fubei Army, form a formation, follow me to kill the enemy!"

In the upper city, the four gates of the military camps were opened, and the elite soldiers of the Fubei Army quickly gathered on the parade ground.

In the 27th city, the huge turtle beast slowly moved its front feet.

Under the turtle feet like a corridor column, there were pools of blood and balls of meat.

It was already impossible to tell who was who.

But in one of the particularly chaotic meat pastes, a bulging part suddenly protruded, and then five fingers emerged from it...

Then a whole hand emerged from the meat paste.

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

The hand that emerged from the meat paste first opened and closed its five fingers, stretched for a while, as if it had regained some strength through this action.

Then it reached into the meat paste again and took out a storage box.

This hand dug in the storage box as if no one was around.

Drove out a black coffin and lay in a pool of blood.

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

Amid a tooth-grinding creaking sound, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open.

And then a man wearing a mask of the Coroner King sat up from the coffin.

But this time, the man was surging with unreserved, divine power!