All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 389 His Highness the Third Prince

In the ancestral hall, the two rat demons watched Ji Ran's figure fly away.

"Boss, do you think that person noticed anything wrong with what we said?"

At this moment, the black-faced, fanged rat demon, who had always stood at the forefront of the three-headed rat demons and was considered the leader of the three demons, humbly looked at the long-browed rat.

"No."

Upon hearing this, the black-faced rat was overjoyed and said, "Then..."

"But this person didn't fail to see it; he simply didn't look at it at all."

Long-browed Rat sighed and said, "He doesn't care at all about the head tax we're talking about, or even about using the spiritual energy of the stars."

"What I asked you to say to this person is inherently flawed. His only concern is the will of the people, which shows that he values ​​the common people."

"His questioning about the poll tax is proof of that. But he doesn't care at all what we're supposed to do."

"Send people who are starving and have no strength to fish and hunt locusts?"

"They have the ability to extract the spiritual energy of stars, but they're only using it to affect the ground and prevent the birth of purple-blooded monsters?"

The long-browed rat said in a low voice, "Even with your blockhead, would you believe it?"

"That……"

The long-browed rat waved its hand, looked at the human skin rice seed in front of it, and said, "Let's do as this senior asks."

"what?"

The black-faced rat said impatiently, "These people won't live much longer either. With this True Person blocking our way, how can we harvest their fortune?"

"Moreover, the poll tax cannot be concealed at all; many cities have already taken action!"

"We will follow the example of this senior."

"Ok?"

The long-browed rat's words startled the black-faced rat, who said, "Boss! That was given by the Great King..."

"What Your Majesty desires is the support and fortune of the people."

"Didn't this senior say he had a solution?"

"But we..."

"Grey Fang Captain".

The long-browed rat turned to its companion and said calmly, "Do you want to die?"

"I……"

"The reason why the three of us are still alive is because we didn't have time to make a move. It's also because when that Taoist priest came, we fought desperately and saved the people here."

"As the saying goes among humans, a gentleman judges by actions, not by intentions."

"If we hadn't risked our lives to save the people, the three of us would be three corpses by now."

Long-browed Rat said, "Go to a nearby county town and inform Snake Vanguard to contact Crimson-Bearded Spirit Lord..."

"never mind."

The long-browed rat demon suddenly sighed and said, "In the last ten days, the poll tax in the county town has already begun to be collected on a large scale. If we go now, it may be too late."

"That……"

The black-faced rat demon was bewildered and at a loss.

The long-browed rat waved its hand and said, "Never mind, go and harvest the purple flesh to build the blood pool."

"it is good!"

Watching the black-faced man leave, the long-browed rat entered the side hall. It removed its chainmail, shook out its black robe, and placed the blood-stained Black Wind Banner on the table and incense burner.

Three incense sticks were lit, and the rat demon respectfully bowed to the tiger-rhinoceros statue.

"Your Majesty."

"If this true man truly has a way to condense the hearts of the living people into destiny, we will surely bring him back to Tiger and Rhinoceros Ridge."

"If not, the Four Spirit Lords and the Heavenly Demon Venerable will naturally subdue it. They will then gather the Dragon and Tiger's fortune according to the established method."

The destiny of the Southern Han Dynasty had been secretly replaced by the Mahayana Maitreya sect within ten years. That dissipated dragon and tiger energy was called "Dragon and Tiger Ghost Energy"!
To harvest this dragon-tiger energy, one must naturally harvest it from... ghosts.

Sunlight streamed through the door, and the slightly aged rat demon's back resembled that of a scholar in a blue robe, respectfully burning incense and bowing in worship.

……

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

On the official road of the Southern Tang Dynasty, a man riding a chestnut horse galloped along!
The man was fair-skinned and beardless, with bright eyes and light eyebrows, yet possessed an unusually handsome appearance that was somewhat feminine. He wore a straight-cut robe made of raw silk, with purple embroidered auspicious beasts in a nest on the white robe.

The man's long hair was tied up, and he wore a gold hairpin and a white jade crown, a gold and jade belt around his waist, and red shoes.

At that moment, a group of more than ten people were chasing after the man. The leader of these people was a man in a green robe, while the rest were all dressed in ochre-red outfits, with long swords and fish-shaped pouches at their waists. "Third Prince!"

"Don't go any further!"

At this moment, the leading man stopped his horse, finally giving the others a chance to catch up.

"Old Wang, how do you think this severe drought can end?"

At this moment, the man in the green robe revealed a face with gray hair. He looked ahead and immediately understood why his master had stopped.

As far as the eye could see, there was an endless expanse of cracks, like black scars torn open the earth, stretching menacingly into the distance. The soil was no longer soft or hard; it was hardened, turning into patches of grayish-white, raised crusts under the scorching sun.

An old man, so thin he was just a skeleton, dressed in tattered clothes almost the same color as the dust, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, knelt motionless on the edge of the field.

Before him lay a completely withered millet stalk, curled up, crumbling into powder at the slightest touch. He neither cried nor shouted, but instead gripped a handful of scalding soil tightly with his hands, which were as dry and cracked as tree bark, as if trying to squeeze the last drop of moisture from this lifeless thing.

"Alas, Your Highness, the imperial court has already gone to the three sects to request the Celestial Master to pray for rain."

"he died."

The Third Prince suddenly spoke.

The old man on the ground remained motionless for a long time until a crow landed on his head and pecked at his forehead, causing him to fall to the ground with a "thud".

"Wow--"

A child rolled out of the old man's bamboo basket and let out a weak cry.

The child lay helplessly on the ground, his abdomen swollen abnormally, a pitiful contrast to his slender limbs. Flies swarmed around the child, and two red-eyed crows landed beside him, waiting silently.

Whoosh!
Whizzing!

hum-

Two arrows suddenly pierced through the crow, and the next moment, the chestnut horse's hooves landed beside the child.

The man in white placed the bow back on his horse, seemingly unconcerned about the child's dirt, picked him up, and said, "I heard my father say that it was because those vile criminals from the Southern Kingdom stepped into the Tang Dynasty that Heaven punished us?"

The man in green hesitated for a moment, then said, "That is indeed the case."

"Ah."

The Third Prince sneered and said, "I'll go to the border and take a look! You all help me bring this child back and take care of him."

"No! With disasters raging now, how can Your Highness cross the border?"

"Elder Wang, my strength has now reached the second rank, and I also have the protection of the Great Tang Dragon and Tiger Qi, the Noble Qi, and the Righteous One Soldiers. Even if I can't beat a top-tier martial arts master, I can still run away, right?"

The official in green robes shook his head firmly.

"If Your Highness insists on going, I will accompany you. At most, we will go to the Great Wall at the border."

The man before him was Li Hanzhang, the Third Prince of the Tang Dynasty. Because the position of Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty was secure, the other princes did not have many restrictions from a young age.

Li Hanzhang was fond of martial arts from a young age. He studied and practiced martial arts in the Imperial Library and was a natural talent for martial arts.

It's a pity that someone with such noble bearing cannot enter the Taoist path of cultivation; he can only live as a mortal for life. Li Hanzhang is now twenty-three years old and has already reached the level of a second-rate martial arts master. With his Nine-Dragon Sword and the Perch Dragon Bow, he has a reputation throughout the Tang Dynasty!
"alright."

Li Hanzhang was somewhat displeased, but he had no choice but to accept the old official's presence. This old man was a personal bodyguard assigned to him by his father, the emperor, and had once practiced some unorthodox Taoist arts, enough to crush ordinary martial arts masters.

“Send this child back to the camp and take good care of him.”

"Yes!"

A group of guards in ochre-red uniforms immediately responded.

The old official in green robes waved his hand and said, "You may go."

The red-robed guards remained motionless. Upon hearing this, Li Hanzhang waved his hand, and the guards immediately clasped their fists and escorted the child away.

"drive!"

At that moment, Li Hanzhang suddenly spurred his horse! The chestnut steed leaped off!

"Old Wang, I'll go take a look first!"

The horse galloped away, covering hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye! The old official certainly treated him like a junior, showing him great care. But he was meddling too much; how could he find those criminals without even leaving the border?
My horse is good; maybe I can shake him off!
Just then, Li Hanzhang cracked his whip again, and the chestnut horse indeed became even faster!
woohoo-

However, as the wind around his ears grew stronger, Li Hanzhang sensed something was wrong! The surrounding scenery had almost turned into blurry wisps, and he was being blown around so much that he could hardly sit still!
What kind of horse can move that fast?

Li Hanzhang looked down!
Hey!
Where was there any chestnut horse? All I saw was a burly man with a dark face, wearing a blood-red robe, running incredibly fast on the ground! And I was sitting on its neck!

As if sensing the gaze, the burly, dark-faced man suddenly turned his head 180 degrees, revealing a short-haired, flat-muzzled dog-like face. He grinned and said, "Don't panic, sir."

"I am the Hundred Elders Spirit Lord of the Outer Ridge Mountains!"

"This time, we'll just happen to be visiting Your Highness's camp to find some good food to go with our drinks."

As he spoke, Lord Bai lowered his head to hide the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Now that I've found some good food, I'll take your son to the banquet!"

(End of this chapter)