Undead Scourge who love farming

"Alright everyone, did you enjoy the show I prepared for you?"

After bringing the rebellion to a complete end, Loren calmly surveyed the scene below.

There was no sound in the air at that moment.

The people below the stage all lowered their heads, no longer daring to look at the god-like figure on the stage.

The once noisy and excited crowd is now as quiet as a piece of wood.

After Loren demonstrated his absolute power, they finally realized who truly ruled this town.

They finally understood that what they had received before was merely Loren's charity; whether he wanted to distribute it or not was entirely up to Loren's will, and they had no right to resist.

"If everyone remains silent, that means you agree. Very well, if you are still dissatisfied with the policy I announced, I will put on this show again."

After a brief demonstration, Lauren began explaining the land allocation policy to the townspeople.

He adopted the land nationalization policy implemented by most countries in his previous life, where all the land belonged to him, and he rented it out at a relatively low price. During this period, all the grain produced in the fields belonged to the lessees.

As for why not just buy and sell land directly?

Loren did not want a land annexation to cause a rebellion like the An Lushan Rebellion to break out on his territory.

Although this is beneficial to his strength, since the more people die, the stronger he becomes, it is more cost-effective to develop his territory in the long run.

Even without participating in wars or killing, the daily death toll in a large city is considerable, enough to satisfy the needs of his undead.

He doesn't need to rush things; he needs to develop gradually.

A few minutes later, Lauren, who had given a brief introduction to the Land Act, stepped back, leaving Lina to explain the specifics.

With the maid's clear voice, all the people understood the content of this reform.

To their shock, the mayor did not subject them to inhumane exploitation because of the rebellion. On the contrary, the policy seemed quite normal, even a bit too benevolent.

So, does this mayor really seem like a good person?

In short, the crowd remained quiet throughout the rest of the assembly. Once the household registration was completed, everyone immediately dispersed in batches as instructed by Lauren, as if afraid of being left in the square.

After everyone had left, Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his strength had reached the third level, standing on the stage for three or four hours and maintaining a dignified expression was still very uncomfortable, like being tortured.

Fortunately, most of the work was done by the little maid, so she only had to stand and watch the show.

After stretching, he turned his gaze to the rebels who were bound hand and foot and kneeling on the ground, and a wicked sense of amusement gradually rose in his heart.

He took the rags out of the mouths of the leaders, and that devilish smile reappeared on his lips.

The one-eyed man kneeling on the ground suddenly trembled all over.

Seeing that familiar expression, he knew that the devil in front of him was about to play a trick on him again.

"Hey everyone, how about we play a game?"

Faced with Lawrence's question, they naturally dared not refuse and remained silent.

"The game is called 'Who is the Spy?' The rules are simple: one of you is the spy, and you have five minutes to discuss it. After the discussion, you vote to choose the spy you think is the real one. I will execute the person with the most votes. This process will continue until you find the real spy. Alright, let the game begin."

As Lauren finished speaking, everyone except One-Eyed Dragon began to frantically accuse others.

"Was that you? I was wondering why you suddenly disappeared last night. Turns out you went to tell on me."

Aaron seemed to have thought of something, grabbed one of his underlings and shouted.

"No, no, I didn't tell anyone yesterday. Your wife can vouch for that."

At this point, the underlings were desperate to survive.

The people around fell silent for a moment, then a more intense argument broke out.

As for Lauren, the general director of this play, he also felt a bit awkward at this moment.

"What exactly do you want? To enjoy the victory?"

The only one who remained calm, the one-eyed man, asked Lawrence a question.

"Don't you think this is fun? It lets you know the truth before you die, isn't that great?"

One-Eyed Dragon felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

You let a group of people accuse each other and kill each other just because it's fun?

Looking at it this way, I feel a bit like a hero who saved the town.

"Okay, so what do you want to do to me?"

The one-eyed dragon completely gave up on arguing with this demon and chose to accept his fate.

"No, no, no, I won't do anything to you, or rather, you're the only one who survived."

After talking with the one-eyed man, Lauren lost interest in continuing the game, since a game without cooperation is no fun.

After Lauren said this, the heated argument immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to the one-eyed man.

Most of them had an incredulous look in their eyes.

It feels like you're fighting alongside the Song Dynasty emperor against the Jin army, only to discover that the emperor is actually a Jin spy.

"Even if you wanted to mess with us, you didn't need to spout nonsense."

One-Eyed Dragon frowned, thinking it was just another of Lawrence's pranks.

"No, no, no, you're wrong. I'm not lying to you. You really are the only one who survived today. Come out."

As Lawrence finished speaking, Little Dragon, who had been hiding in the shadows, walked over. Looking at those who had been arrogant in front of him just a few days ago kneeling before him, he felt a surge of satisfaction.

"It was you! You little brat, I knew you were no good."

Aaron, seeing Xiaolong's relaxed and smug figure, immediately stood up in anger and started cursing.

"You're holding your head too high."

With a flick of his finger, Aaron's two lower legs were severed as if by an invisible blade, blood gushing out immediately. He clutched his legs and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing his life slipping away with his blood, the once arrogant man began to beg for mercy.

"I'm so sorry, Mayor. I've offended you this time. If you can spare my life, I'll even be your slave."

Lauren merely gave him a cold look.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

After saying that, he waved his finger again, and a line of blood appeared on Aaron's neck, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

"You'll die a horrible death; you'll go to hell."

Aaron cursed in his final moments.

"Hell? I've already been there once."

Loren looked at his gradually dimming eyes and murmured to himself.