Not a god

Chapter 64 Tiger Head Guillotine

Bao Zheng in the opera has a big round face, painted in black, white and red oil paint, with a beard covering half of his face. He stares at the audience with a pair of bright and fierce eyes.

"Hey! You bastard official! Come and die!"

"Ah——" A young boy in the audience was so scared that he fell to the ground and crawled back home.

That day, Song Sanjin watched the play "Judge Bao" at the opera house in the town, and went home and shouted:

"Old man, I want to be a high-ranking official in the future. I want to be a very high-ranking official like Bao Daren!"

Song Sanjin was born in the countryside. His father ran a noodle shop and they lived a decent life, but not wealthy.

He had a dream since he was a child. He wanted to be an official, a good official, and a high-ranking official.

The year he passed the selection test, his father made him a bowl of noodles. While kneading the noodles, he said to him, "Sanjin, being a human being is like kneading noodles. Do you know how to make noodles?"

"If there is too much flour, add water. If there is too much water, add flour."

"..." Father Song said, "You need to be serious and careful. You can't be careless or careless. You can't be sloppy..."

"Old man, you added a little too much water."

Father Song quickly added more flour to the dough.

In the first year, Sanjin was sent to the grassroots level and served as a village official in a place even more remote than his hometown.

Life in the village was very hard. All the young people had gone out to work, leaving only the elderly and children. They all spoke in dialect, which he could not understand.

He was a good official. Three years later, everyone in the village said so about him. Song Sanjin was a good official.

He almost forgot that he had been in this place for nearly three years. His footprints were everywhere here. He led the villagers to develop local characteristic agriculture, build roads, and handle various social security procedures and welfare.

On the day he left, everyone came to see him off, saying that they would send him some fruits every year when they were ripe. Song Sanjin laughed and waved his hands, feeling indescribable satisfaction when he looked at the simple villagers.

He was transferred, and this time when he went to the office, he was no longer facing simple villagers.

There are many rules and regulations and invisible rules here. At first, Song Sanjin encountered obstacles everywhere and was often criticized by his leaders.

But he believed that the criticism was for his own good and Song Sanjin never complained.

He had little experience, so his colleagues pushed all the work onto him, and he often had to work overtime for a long time every day.

But he believes that this will help him familiarize himself with the business more quickly and better hone his abilities.

People often come to the office, and they are always aggressive every time, but Song Sanjin is always cheerful and friendly.

Three years later, he was transferred again. His leaders, colleagues, and even people on the street came to see him off.

Everyone believed that he would definitely be a good official in the future, and Song Sanjin did live up to everyone's expectations.

He was transferred to a county to serve as county magistrate. At 36, he was not young, but he was definitely promoted quickly in terms of position.

During his years as an official, he did everything himself and treated the people like his own children. He never forgot what he said when he was a child.

He wanted to be a good official, a good official who served the country and the people. However, as he rose in his career, the tentacles of those corners continued to climb over him.

Song Sanjin knew that this was a temptation, and he also knew that the emergence of these temptations was inevitable.

He had seen Bao Zheng execute corrupt officials and knew that every corrupt official was a good official at the beginning, but they all failed to resist temptation.

He thought he could resist the temptation.

As he got older, his hair turned gray, and he became a higher-ranking official. He was no longer as smiling as he was when he was young, and his face became colder and harder, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Even if he refuses ten times or a hundred times, those tentacles will continue to reach out to him when the sun sets.

Villas, luxury cars, celebrity beauties, tens of millions in cash, hundreds of millions in assets

He never fell once.

Just as he had wished when he was young, he wanted to be a good official who was honest and upright like Bao Gong.

However, that day, a friend who came to visit him accidentally left a stack of ten thousand yuan in bills in his study.

He can resist the temptation of millions, so how could he be tempted by just tens of thousands of dollars?

Song Sanjin certainly didn't have any intention of taking the 10,000 yuan. He was even a little scared. After all, this was the first time that the stolen money landed directly in his house. If it hadn't been dark, he would have taken it and stuffed it back to his friend's house. But some things were just so coincidental. He wanted to go out for a bowl of noodles that day, but he didn't have any cash on hand.

He thought about taking out a hundred-dollar bill from the stack and returning it tomorrow after replenishing the stack.

But after eating that bowl of noodles, he became even more scared. He felt that he was really possessed by a ghost. Could he use the money?

The dark face of Bao Gong in his childhood became increasingly clear and kept appearing in his mind.

Song Sanjin was worried the whole night, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, hoping that dawn would come so he could go and return the money.

Before he knew it, the sun rose in the east, and a ray of light shone into his room.

He quickly turned over, went to wash and change his clothes. By the time he was dressed, the sun had just risen from the east, and golden light shone through the window into his room.

His eyes were dazzled by the light and he raised his hands to block the sunlight. The morning sun fell on him, his hands, and his face, feeling warm. It was a strange feeling.

"The sun...is out."

It turned out that a night had passed.

He felt like he had made a mistake, but the sun rose as usual, and it was a wonderful feeling.

The whole night's fear disappeared the moment the sun shone on me.

He could no longer remember what the bowl of noodles tasted like that day.

All he knew was that he spent the hundred dollars and nothing happened the next day.

By the time he was arrested, the amount of money he had amassed reached more than 20 billion yuan. The number of people persecuted by him was in the tens of thousands, and many companies were made miserable by him. The entire department was a tool for him to make money. Nearly a hundred people under him were purged. It was a sensational case at the time.

The fire burned the sky, and only light and heat were left in the world.

This is the memoir of the black bird.

This time the Black Bird Skeleton made a big explosion. The "Ox-Horse Heart Sutra" that had been making no progress directly reached the 9th level, which is also the limit of the Ox-Horse Heart Sutra, and possessed the strength of nine oxen!
But as an elite monster, the "Big Community Beast Bird" must have dropped more than just the "Ox and Horse Heart Sutra", and Chen Xi also comprehended a new forbidden technique.

"The Song of Blessings", the song of the blessed, if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it. Have you worked hard over the years, and has your salary increased? Didn't they say that the post-00s will clean up the workplace? Why can't you even get into the workplace?
Chen Xi's mind was buzzing.

The song has two functions. The first is to enslave social animals within a certain range.

However, he cannot kill the social animal bird that is enslaved by "The Song of Blessings", and the social animal bird is not presentable and belongs to the lowest level in the dreamland. Now some masters can easily kill it alone.

Of course the main reason is that the office animal Bird is very ugly in human form and useless in bird form. Apart from cosplaying Uchiha Itachi, he can’t think of any other use for it for the time being.

The second function is that people within the range of the "Song of Blessings" will have their essence, spirit and soul constantly sucked away by Chen Xi, causing shortness of breath, physical weakness, irregular heartbeat, mental confusion, dizziness and headache, low mood, irritability, crying, depression, and even sudden death.

What an evil ability! Chen Xi secretly clicked his tongue. He was going to run to the office building and activate this skill. The white car downstairs would probably run from morning to night.

Just when he thought that this was the end of his harvest tonight, he didn't expect that this big social animal's bird had a very high drop rate and even dropped something.

Evil creature, tiger head guillotine

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However, at the same time, just a few dozen kilometers away, something was quietly changing.

As a kind of evil creature, the evil thoughts of the social slave bird are derived from the resentment and anger of human oppression.

In the dreamland, if there is an infestation of social animals birds somewhere, a black bird skeleton will inevitably appear.

Just when Chen Xi killed the black bird, twenty kilometers away, an ordinary social bird suddenly grew thick feathers, its body continued to expand, and its beak became sharper and sharper.

In just a dozen seconds, this ordinary office bird turned into a terrifying and ferocious creature. It flapped its wings, created a hurricane, and soared straight up.

"quack--"

A black bird skeleton was born again.

Evil corpses are the malice of human beings, and human malice is endless, so evil corpses are the same as malice in reality.

They were neither born from the womb nor from eggs, but from transformation.

If you kill one here, another will appear there. If you kill one today, another will appear tomorrow. This cycle will go on and on without end.

　The chapter of social animal bird ends. This chapter is a bit dragged out. Many readers may find it hard to follow. What a shame QAQ
　　
　
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