Lin Junshu looked at Zhang Jiao's sudden look and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Hey, hey, the so-called source of the curse is not talking about me, right? Is it because of my left eye? The curse brought by the evil god?"

"Damn! You are going to sacrifice me to God! You old guy, I knew you had no good intentions!"

Zhang Jiao looked at Lin Junshu, who looked frightened, and patted his forehead.

"What's that look in your eyes? Don't always think that I want to harm you, okay?"

"You don't think I want to take you as a sacrifice to the altar, do you? With the pollution on your body, plus the Taiping Essentials for Self-cultivation I gave you, if you pick any soldier from the Yellow Turban Army, the pollution will be gone.

Is it richer than yours?"

"Hehe...hehe..." Lin Junshu smiled and scratched his head.

Aren’t you talking and suddenly staring at me, very scary?

Zhang Jiao went on to say: "Among the entire Yellow Turban Army, I am probably the only one whose evil spirits are polluted enough to support the Temple of Heaven. But if I sacrifice myself, even if the Yellow Turban becomes powerful, without anyone to take charge, it will just become a mere

It’s just nourishment that the evil god has devoured.”

"Your two... younger brothers, General Zhang Bao and General Zhang Liang, can't they do it too?" Lin Junshu asked.

"Those two little guys grew up as two children I once adopted. To the outside world, calling them brothers is just a cover-up. No matter whether they are able to withstand the pollution of evil gods or preside over grand formations, they are still far apart."

In fact, there is another way, although no one in the Yellow Turban Army can meet the requirements except Zhang Jiao.

But if the quality is not enough, you can also make up for it with quantity...

However, neither Zhang Jiao nor Lin Junshu would make such a choice in this way, so the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention it at all.

"General, just tell me what you want me to do, right?" Lin Junshu asked helplessly.

Zhang Jiao looked into Lin Junshu's eyes and stated his request directly: "I want you to kill someone!"

"Kill?" Lin Junshu really frowned at this time.

Although he already had some recognition in Zhang Jiao's dream of Huang Tianzhi and the Yellow Turban soldiers he met.

But if the old man wants to achieve his ideals at the expense of the lives of those who have nothing to do with him, this is an approach that Lin Junshu cannot accept.

This time he did not rush to ask questions, but looked at the old man calmly, waiting for his explanation.

The old man did not explain, but told him a story.

Since the time of Emperor He, the Han Dynasty has been more deeply influenced by evil gods. Even the reigning emperor began to become gradually distorted under the pollution.

By the time the current emperor Liu Hong succeeded to the throne, the core of the entire imperial court was already in a state of decay, with frequent cases of selling off officials and titles.

And a profiteer named Wang Wu reaped the dividends of this era.

He originally started by selling illegal salt. Later, when he had the capital, he started a business of selling human flesh and skin.

Although he caused countless families to lose their lives, he actually saved a lot of money.

Taking advantage of the rise of the wave of official buying, he also took out the savings stained with countless people's blood and changed them to the county magistrate of a small county in the north.

He even found a scholar, and among a bunch of characters he didn't know, he picked out a rather complicated-looking character "锲", threw away the original nickname-like name, and changed his name to Wang Zhen.

I was overjoyed to become a civilized person and took up my post.

The small town is located at the junction of Jizhou and Youzhou. It is located in a remote area and is difficult to reach by government orders.

Wang Cheng, who couldn't read a word, immediately became the local emperor here.

Taxes were tripled, 20% were paid to the court, 80% were divided among colleagues, and the remaining two times went into his own pocket.

But after all, this is just a remote and barren small town. No matter how hard he squeezes it, the people don't have much money.

So he started doing his old job again.

After closing the city in the middle of the night, he ordered the city guards who had already joined forces to guard each city gate, and he led his troops to search street by street.

The common people, who had just bid farewell to the pain of the day and briefly fell into a dream, were pulled up from the bed one by one by soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp swords.

Like livestock for sale, they stood side by side in the long street of the cold wind hunting ground, disheveled.

Magistrate Wang walked past every citizen with his head high and his chest held high. The servants nodded, bowed and held up the lanterns, and lifted up the chins of the "goods" for him to choose.

He took away all the good-looking boys and girls of the right age.

In order to prevent the matter from leaking out, he told a big lie to the whole city, claiming that he was choosing bookboys and maids for the powerful men in the south. As long as the people he selected, they would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

Having no worries about food and clothing, such a word, placed in such an era, is enough to make people desperate.

Therefore, the parents whose children were taken away were filled with gratitude and thanked them profusely.

The families who were not selected seemed to have missed out on something great.

Magistrate Wang issued the last order tonight.

All the families in the city who were selected by the county magistrate today will have their current year's tax reduced by half. If there are more than one, they will be reduced by another half. It was also announced that half of the members of every household in the city will "volunteer" to become his employees in the future.

Food and accommodation are arranged by Magistrate Wang.

The last loophole has been filled. If someone wants to leave the city without permission and attempt to leak the secret. Regardless of whether they succeed or not, what awaits them is the end of their entire family being exterminated.

He knows that only some smart people may understand his intentions now, but it doesn't matter, those smart guys will spread all the little things they know.

Then, fear will come to this isolated town.

And fear is the biggest prison for these incompetent people at the bottom.

Scumbags are often the best at grasping human nature.

"This...can still be called a human being?" Lin Junzhi said expressionlessly, but the clenched fists on his knees betrayed his suppressed anger.

"Don't worry." Zhang Jiao said calmly, still maintaining his calm tone, "The story is not over yet."

Not over yet?

Just as Lin Junshu was about to speak, Zhang Jiao's voice had already flowed out, and the story unfolded slowly again.

Lin Junshu opened his mouth, but chose to listen to it.

Wang Cheng started his shameless business. Indeed, as he said, some of the most beautiful children were sent to the hands of the southern nobles. But what awaited them was not the life of worry-free food and clothing as imagined, but the

The identity of a plaything has experienced endless torture.

The remaining batch of "goods" with "poor quality" were also sold in bulk to his old partners.

In the hook bar in the south, a group of young and young girls with immature faces appeared.

The pleasure of being wrapped up in hidden wealth once again fascinated him. The people in the city were divided into upper and lower levels by an invisible line. The tacit understanding of the upper level allowed them to enjoy a life they had never experienced before. Here they were like gods, and they

Even the emperor is not as wanton as them.

The people at the lower level will always sink in the abyss of despair, lifted up by the false and slim hope, and become the strongest cornerstone in this hell.

Soon, their dreams will be shattered.

A small town with only tens of thousands of people could not meet their demand for "goods" at all. The distribution of upper-level interests began to cause conflicts, and the cage was on the verge of collapse.
Chapter completed!