(I braved the heavy rain, thunder and lightning to go outside to update, I hope you have pity...)
The weather cleared up, which had a positive effect on the disaster. Jiangzhou Prefecture officials, big and small, slowly relaxed their tense nerves. Zhang Zhizhou and Zhijun Liang jointly issued an order to send 3,000 officers and soldiers out of the city to gather in the city.
The people outside drove them away, saying that the flood had receded and they were no longer allowed to stay here. They would return to their hometown from now on.
The victims were hungry and wanted to shout, but when they saw countless whips and sticks being smashed down mercilessly, they immediately screamed and screamed in pain, filling the wild...
The unarmed people never had many ways to fight, and they remembered the situation in their hometown, so they could only support the old and leave the young, crying and leaving.
Standing on the top of the city gate wall, Zhang Zhizhou raised his head and raised his chest. His fat belly protruded from the middle, blocking his sight. When he lowered his head, he couldn't see his feet at all.
Tens of thousands of victims left intermittently, and the pressure on the Jiangzhou city government was greatly reduced. It was like the dark clouds had dispersed and the sky was finally clear.
Governor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly said to Magistrate Xu next to him: "Mengze, how did you handle the case of the murder of Assistant Manager Song?"
Magistrate Xu frowned and said: "According to the situation on the scene, it looks very much like internal strife..."
"Absurd! How could they kill each other for no reason? There must be a hidden secret. You and other yamen should seize the time to investigate and arrest the murderer. If there is no progress within ten days, I will ask the black-shirted guards to intervene."
After saying that, Zhang Zhizhou walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Magistrate Xu had a wry smile on his face. As the saying goes, people are crushed to death at the official level, and there is not much chance to defend themselves. According to the on-site search by experienced professionals such as the police, the police, etc., it is indeed a time of internal strife. If you cut me, I will
I'll cut you with a knife like this, and then you'll all die.
The problem is that even he himself doesn't believe this unbelievable situation, not only others, but also feels that everything is weird.
It’s like hell!
…
Chen Jianchen really went to see a ghost - on the third day after he returned to the academy, Wang Chenghuang sent another little ghost to invite him to have a drink.
The drinking place remained the same, still in the courtyard. This time, Guang Han and Qing Yun were not there.
Wang Chenghuang was full of enthusiasm. He came out, but no matter how you looked at him, his smile looked a little fake. As the saying goes, if you show courtesy for nothing, there must be something wrong.
After eating some fruits, Wang Chenghuang got straight to the point: "Liu Xian, what are your thoughts on the cooperation we talked about last time?"
Last time, Wang Chenghuang said that he would give Chen Jianchen a fortune, but Chen Jianchen was noncommittal at that time and did not make a clear statement. There is no free lunch and no free etiquette. If you want to get it, you have to pay. Therefore, before the cause of the matter is determined,
.Chen Jianchen would not agree hastily.
"Wang Chenghuang, how do you give away your wealth?"
Wang Chenghuang chuckled: "You don't have to worry too much about this Liuxian. The underworld has its own suitable means, which guarantees that you will rise to great heights in the future. Just be rich and powerful."
Chen Jianchen changed the subject: "I think I'm not the only one you're looking for."
"Of course. To be honest, there are candidates from all the eighteen states in the world. And you are the candidate from Jiangzhou."
Chen Jianchen can understand this - now the world is promoting Buddhism, the Buddhist family is booming, and there is a big rush for incense. The situation of the Yin Division is not good, the eighteen states in the world have suffered heavy losses, and many incense beliefs have been taken away. In the long run, where can the Yin Division still stand?
Where?
This is a typical resource war, a battle for survival. The loser will disappear and cease to exist.
If this is the case, I can't bear to say that the underworld has not woken up at all costs and is ready to prepare.
However, due to the limitations of the laws of the Yin Dynasty, it is inconvenient for the powerful men in the Yin Dynasty to come forward directly to compete with the monks of the Buddhist family. They can only save the country by finding suitable representatives in the Yang world and taking charge of the government, thereby influencing national decrees and suppressing them.
The Buddhist family finally achieves the ideal strategic goal.
In Jiangzhou, Wang Chenghuang found Chen Jianchen.
To put it bluntly, this is actually a matter of everyone getting what they need. Representatives of Yang people are all scholars, and their lifelong dream is to gain fame and power; while representatives of Yin people only want incense.
After pondering for a while, Chen Jianchen sighed leisurely: "If I refuse, will you find another candidate?"
Wang Chenghuang said: "Of course, this is a task that every city god must complete, and there is no shirk."
"Then Wang Chenghuang should find another way to do it!"
Wang Chenghuang was suddenly moved: "What, you don't want to?"
Chen Jianchen shrugged: "I think this bait is too sweet. I'm afraid that if I swallow it, the fish hook will be swallowed into my throat and I will never be able to pull it out."
Wang Chenghuang's eyes flashed, and he slowly said after a long time: "Liuxian is indeed a smart person, but it is not enough for a person to be smart. He also needs external help to achieve great things."
Chen Jianchen said: "I know, but I should make a choice instead of blindly catering to and accepting." There are some bottom lines that cannot be violated. If you accept the "gift" from the Yin Division, I am afraid that you will be in the same boat as the Yin Division, and may even
Becoming a puppet controlled by the other party, without self-assertion, what's the point?
Wang Chenghuang sighed leisurely: "It's a pity..." I wonder if it's a pity that Chen Jianchen gave up this opportunity? Or it's a pity that he lost the most suitable candidate.
Chen Jianchen took off the Yin Yang Warm Jade from his waist and said, "This thing should be returned to its original owner."
Wang Chenghuang laughed: "Liu Xian is really looking down on others. How can we get back the things our family gave away? Although you are unwilling to accept my suggestion, you won't turn into enemies, right?"
Chen Jianchen nodded and took Baoyu back. He had almost everything to say and there was no need to stay any longer, so he stood up and left.
This time when we went back, there were no ghosts to carry the sedan to see us off, so we could only walk around.
Jiangzhou on the map of the Yin Division is desolate and cold, with only two streets, one vertical and one horizontal, forming a large cross shape. At this time, there are sparse people on the streets - in fact, it should be said that they are ghosts, and everyone is sluggish.
, without the slightest sparkle.
After a person dies, the ghost is imprisoned in reincarnation. After drinking Mapo soup and walking across the Naihe Bridge, he will lose all memories and sanity of the previous life, and he will be confused. Only when the opportunity comes and the soul is awakened, can the soul be reborn.
Gotta get it!
The sound of horses' hoofbeats, the sound of suonas and trumpets, and the music of drums soared into the sky, as if a large procession of ceremonial guards were rushing toward us.
Chen Jianchen's heart moved and he subconsciously stepped aside.
After a while, as the music approached, banners were seen flying in the air, rolling in like a dark cloud. The ghosts holding the flags and riding horses were all strong and tall, and they were also wearing black and shiny armor, with their hair on their heads.
What he was wearing was a strange fusiform helmet, which even covered his face, only revealing two black eye holes, through which two rays of red light shone through, catching people's attention.
Yin soldiers!
These are Yin soldiers who are much better than Yin Chao. They are well-trained, experienced in battles, and very brave.
Surrounded by Yin soldiers, it is natural to know that the coming one is not a trivial matter. You must know that even if there is a city god in a state, his subordinates are only in charge of the Yin soldiers. To mobilize the Yin soldiers, you have to seek approval from your superiors.
Flags covered the sky, drums and drums were deafening, and a couch was carried in the middle of the honor guard. There was a person sitting upright on the couch. His sitting posture alone made him look unusually tall. He was wearing an antique red official robe.
, with a black gauze-like cap on the top of his head, and a square-shaped face under the hat, with sometimes flowing black beard. He is calm and self-respecting, full of the majestic aura of a superior person in the previous period.
Chen Jianchen looked at it, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart: This underworld is really imitating the Yang world in every aspect. When officials go out, they must trample them with horses and show off their power. But they don't know who this person is.
Origin, it seems that he is more impressive than Wang Chenghuang...
The honor guard arrived quickly and lightly. No matter the people or horses, they seemed to have no feet on the ground. They passed Chen Jianchen's side in a moment.
The senior official on the couch suddenly seemed to feel something. He raised his hand and the entire team immediately stopped. The sound of the drums seemed to have been cut off with a knife at the waist, and fell silent, no longer making any sound.
As soon as Chen Jianchen's heart moved, he knew that the problem was with him. It was very likely that the other party had discovered his existence. However, he did not panic. He was invited by Wang Chenghuang and was aboveboard.
Sure enough, soon, a Yin soldier walked quickly. As he walked, the armor made a crisp sound of gold and iron. The killing intent was chilling.
"Who are you? You dare to break into the underworld. Come to my master quickly and answer your question, otherwise you will not be spared lightly."
The tone is arrogant and bossy.
Chen Jianchen held back his temper, walked over, stood in front of the couch, cupped his hands and said, "I, Chen Jianchen, have met this high official."
"How brave, you don't kneel down when you see our master!"
The Yin soldiers burst into laughter, and the two servants rushed towards Chen Jianchen like wolves and tigers, trying to grab Chen Jianchen's shoulders, trying to force him down and kneel down.
These two servants were selected from thousands of Yin soldiers through layers of screening. They have practiced special techniques and are extremely powerful. When they pinched them with one hand, their skin and flesh were torn apart at the slightest, and their muscles and bones were injured at the worst.
Once the image of the soul god is taken away like this, I am afraid that he will be unable to move immediately and will be at their mercy.
Chen Jianchen stood proudly and did not dodge or avoid.
Big hands like claws quickly grabbed his shoulders. As soon as they touched, it was like grabbing a hot iron plate, sizzling and making strange noises.
The two attendants hurriedly retracted their hands, and saw a line of white gas in the palms of their hands. The white gas was steaming and spreading to all sides. Then their palms seemed to be melted snow, turning into powder bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye, rustling.
The powder falls like rain.
What kind of breath is this, so overbearing?
The two close attendants were horrified. If the melting was so unstoppable, their whole bodies would probably melt away in a matter of seconds, leaving no trace of residue.
Fortunately, after the palm was melted away, the white air slowly evaporated and disappeared. The two guards breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that they were lucky to have only lost one palm. They would condense it back in the future.
"snort!"
The senior official on the couch snorted coldly.
Chen Jianchen was so shocked that Haoran Yangwu Sword almost showed its true form and flew out.