My lord, spare his life!

Chapter 100 A Single Net Sweep

Zhang Yang bit the pill hidden in his mouth without expression.

As everyone knows, various buffs and foods are an essential part of the game, so Zhang Yang naturally kept some commonly used ones in her inventory. When she learned that those people were planning a mutiny and a sneak attack to poison her, she hid the medicine in her mouth.

[Superior Detoxification Pill]: Dispels the negative effects of toxicity.

While other aspects of development in the wasteland may be lacking, their drug research and development against various bizarre zombie viruses, alien beast viruses, and plant toxins is absolutely second to none! Hallucinations, poisoning, blood loss, and weakness are just basic debuffs, not particularly serious; a single high-quality antidote can handle them. The hallucinogenic fusion toxin of sandalwood and Boletus luridus is a bit more troublesome.

Looking at the increasingly distorted and fantastical scenery before him, Zhang Yang wiped the poisonous blood from the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer. No matter how distorted the scenery and figures became, the red names and health bars above the monsters' heads remained unchanged.

It does not affect the final result.

Zhang Yang threw out the gold brick, following his memory.

Yuan Xie was splattered in the face by the head that exploded at close range. He only managed to catch a glimpse of golden light out of the corner of his eye before a series of screams abruptly stopped. The fat, burly man who heard the commotion rushed over to protect him, but his foot froze as soon as he stepped in.

Five or six guests lay sprawled on the ground, some with their hearts pierced, others with their heads smashed. The burly man opened his mouth, speechless. From the moment he heard the commotion to when he rushed over, it had been barely a breath. In that short time, five or six elite assassins were dead?

His eyelids twitched violently.

Zhang Yang may not understand, but he sees things clearly.

These disguised assassins were all Four Symbols Warriors who had reached the threshold of beast transformation, meaning that at least one part of their bodies could achieve initial beast transformation. Even if the degree of beast transformation varied, being able to transform meant that they were incredibly resilient, far more resilient than ordinary people!

And yet, he was killed by a gold brick?

Oh, and someone else had their heart pierced by a cane. Judging from the slowly dissipating phantom of the dragon's heart, this unfortunate fellow is still the Azure Dragon - Heart Constellation, with its beast form being its heart. You should know that the Azure Dragon - Heart Constellation's vitality is second only to the Black Tortoise - Danger Constellation's beast form's tortoise shell!

"Lord Zhang...?"

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the burly man.

He felt Zhang Yang's gaze upon him was filled with a chilling killing intent, as if a giant, empty hand would crush his skull at any moment. Only when he couldn't help but call out softly did Zhang Yang tilt his head and furrow his brow in distress.

She was indeed very distressed.

After all, anyone would be confused if they saw a swaying bucket running towards them, especially since this flesh-colored bucket was calling her "Lord of the Palace."

Fortunately, the name is yellow.

Zhang Yang put away the gold bricks, not pursuing the enemy to the bitter end.

She endured the distorted little figures and countless talking pieces of furniture that filled the world, then turned to the doorframe and asked, "Where is the prefectural government building?"

The doorframe strained against the doorframe: "What's a prefecture?"

With his hands on his hips, the man above him said, "Oh, the prefectural government, I know. That carpenter who cut me up even said his wife works in the prefectural government's kitchen, hahaha, but his wife has a problem with shaky hands..."

After talking for so long, Fang Liang still didn't say where the prefectural government was.

Zhang Yang squatted on the roof beam, his hands gripping the beam's neck.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth!"

The screen beneath the roof beam complained, "How would it know which way is north, south, east, or west? The house was built and the roof was sealed off, so it's inside the house. How could it see outside? Why don't you just take out a compass?"

Zhang Yang pondered, "The screen, what you said makes sense!"

Following her memory, she pulled out a talking compass.

"Compass, tell me where the prefecture is."

The compass had a wrinkled old face and a hoarse voice, saying, "Listen to this, are you even speaking human language? How can a person talk to a compass? You've heard me speak, so you should know that the first thing to do is not to go to the prefectural government, but to register."

The paving stones beneath Zhang Yang's feet suddenly turned into soft, mushy mud.

It seemed to be swallowing her feet whole.

While swallowing it, he chuckled and blushed, saying, "Legs, good legs."

Zhang Yang remained expressionless, stomped her foot until the floor tiles screamed in agony, and then said, "Get lost, you lecher!"

After the floor tiles were laid, the two doors suddenly twisted and closed.

Two voices, one male and one female, rang in my ears at the same time.

"No money, no passage!"

The two doors tried to repeat the process a fourth time, but their corpses were already in Zhang Yang's hands. She ignored their desperate pleas, broke them into four pieces, and kicked them away.

"Are you charging your grandma a toll?"

Once outside, the world outside is even more dazzling and bizarre.

The vines of cricket pupae, the constantly jumping water tank, a bunch of slimes chasing each other, and a pale green goblin. These slimes and goblins were even trying to get closer to him; if Zhang Yang hadn't seen that their names were green and yellow above their heads, he would have already attacked them.

"Get out of here, you're too ugly for me!"

Not only is it ugly, it's so ugly it's an eyesore.

Zhang Yang covered her eyes as the lead green slime took a step closer to her, its voice high-pitched and pitiful. She couldn't understand the slime's language, but she still patiently asked it for directions to the county government.

The slime's expression twisted as it made a "DuangDuang" sound.

To be honest, Zhang Yang didn't know how he could see the twisted expression on the slime. Where did their faces come from?

Watching the slime sway freely, she sighed, "Give me a direction, I really can't understand your language."

The slime was anxious, but restrained itself from violating social distancing rules.

In the end, they still gave Zhang Yang directions.

She nodded and said gratefully, "Okay, thanks."

Having said that, he leaped into the air and nimbly disappeared from sight.

As I left, I remarked that this slime was quite intelligent and human-like.

Yuan Slime Xie: "..."

The other guests stared at him, still in shock.

Behind them was the main teaching building, now reduced to ruins.

The deep pit, several meters in diameter, swallowed the entire main building, leaving only ruins. Fortunately, the guests were either capable of protecting themselves or were protected by others who were capable of protecting themselves, so there were no casualties.

Oh no.

There are still wounded.

The prefect's condition was very strange.

She was either talking to herself on the door frame, or jumping onto the roof beams, sometimes angrily shouting, sometimes saying she would snap the beams' necks, and then jumping to the ground and stomping on the main teaching building. After making such a commotion, she broke through the ruins and started asking for directions inexplicably again.

Some people worried: "Is the Lady... poisoned?"

They are all fine, except for the Lord of the Prefecture, who has gone mad!

Recalling how the Prefect had inexplicably taken a sip of mushroom soup from each of them earlier, could the problem lie with the soup? They instinctively turned their suspicious gazes towards the headmaster. Either the headmaster had poisoned it, or someone had deceived him, infiltrated the school, and taken advantage of the opportunity to poison it!

The curator also thought of this.

His already pale face turned even paler.

He tried to explain, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

If others aren't familiar with him, how could he not be?

The prefect's symptoms clearly indicate that he ate poisonous mushrooms, but the mushroom soup at the banquet was all cooked in one pot, thoroughly cooked, and for safety reasons, the boiling time was even longer. There's no reason why everyone else drank it without any problems, but the prefect was affected.

He was still flustered and unsettled.

"Investigate! Investigate everyone in the kitchen."

The charge of poisoning must not be pinned on him.

It's one thing to be a burden to him, but I'm afraid it might also implicate Yuan Yi.

Yuan Xie glanced at Du Guan.

"If you don't nip the problem in the bud, you'll run into endless trouble."

Du Guandao said, "Now that we have a legitimate reason to fight, let's kill them."

Yuan Xie watched his lord run off in worry, then led the burly man in pursuit. They knew the mutiny had occurred today, and they knew the lord's poisoning was a signal that the enemy was about to strike. But she claimed to have an antidote, and that the poison couldn't kill her.

You can't catch fish if you don't make it look real.

Take this opportunity to wipe out all of their elite troops!

Neither the big boss nor the small fry can escape!

Seeing the mess, Du Guan calmly reassured the guests who were unaware of the situation, then addressed the arriving Puyang Kuiqin: "Nothing has happened here, and the Prefect is safe. How are things elsewhere?"

That is naturally all within our control.

A temporary dwelling for laborers.

The earthen bed was built very long, enough for eight or nine laborers to sleep side by side. The chaotic seasons were beginning to end, but the weather had not yet warmed up, and firewood was still burning on the earthen bed to keep the laborers warm when it was their turn to rest. There were only three people in the room, and none of them spoke.

One person is taking a nap with their eyes closed, their back to the others.

The other two were discussing their future plans.

Paid corvée laborers were provided with food, lodging, and clothing, so they didn't have many expenses. They either saved their wages or gave them to their families for household expenses. With plenty to eat, their faces naturally started to fill out: "...My wife almost didn't recognize me."

"Same here, his mother didn't recognize him either."

"How many Yuan Yuan coins have you saved?"

The Yuanyuan currency was a new currency that had only been introduced recently, but it had already been quickly adopted in Weiyin County, with neighboring counties following suit later. While others were worried about the new currency, these laborers didn't have such concerns. They only knew that the Prefect had saved their lives and given them food before the Yuanyuan currency was available; surely he wouldn't renege on his promise later? It was later confirmed that the new currency was indeed more attractive, substantial, and valuable than the messy old coins.

Some people even secretly exchanged old currency for new currency with them.

It's not an equal exchange, but an exchange at a premium.

Some people happily made their trades, while others, with keen insight, chose to wait and see. As the saying goes, if something has no value, why would anyone be willing to pay a premium for it? The other party might be seeing value that they haven't!

As expected, the price of the Yuan Yuan coin is slowly rising.

Or, to put it another way, the old currency is depreciating.

Some of the educated laborers told them that merchants and officials were taking advantage of the chaos to make a quick profit, and that a fierce, unseen battle was raging between them. They were illiterate and couldn't understand—well, they weren't completely illiterate anymore. When they weren't working at night, they were organized to attend literacy classes, learning simple numbers, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and their names.

The instructor said that each of them only needed to learn a little over a thousand characters.

A thousand words or so, that seems like a lot.

It's simply daunting.

However, the instructor also said that even if each person can memorize ten characters a day, it will only take about half a year to learn over a thousand characters. They should recite and think about them more during the day while at work, and quiz each other. Teaching them to write is difficult, but being able to recognize the characters when they see them is not.

Even if you can't remember ten words a day, what if you can remember five? At most, it would still take a whole year.

This rhetoric certainly drove the laborers wild with excitement.

If someone has the opportunity to learn to read and write, naturally no one will object.

The two laborers chatted and their conversation turned to the characters they hadn't memorized in the past few days, and they even took out bamboo strips from the hollowed-out wooden pillow.

Each bamboo strip is inscribed with a new character learned each day.

The laborer in the corner, however, showed little interest. In fact, he was eager to kill the two lowly people.

Boom—

A sudden explosion rang out.

The laborer in the corner suddenly perked up, as if injected with adrenaline, and sprang to his feet. He grabbed the knife he had hidden beforehand, ready to slash at the two unsuspecting laborers. In his mind, he should behead them both with a single stroke.

however--

The two laborers, who should have been terrified, rushed at him at the same time.

One person kicked his wrist, while another pounced on him from behind. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward, and someone grabbed his hair and slammed his face hard against the corner of the earthen bed. This was followed by a barrage of punches.

He was completely stunned by the blow.

The right wrist was twisted violently, resulting in a fracture.

Little did they know that similar situations were happening everywhere.

Those traitors who thought they were well-hidden were seized by their men the moment they made a move upon hearing the order. These men moved swiftly and ruthlessly, their flanking maneuvers seemingly practiced countless times. A few skilled enough managed to break free, but when they emerged from the encirclement, their faces covered in blood, they found not a single one of their own men waiting to meet them; instead, they were met only with enemies appearing from every corner, accompanied by stray arrows!

Screams echoed throughout the major roads.

All of this happened too fast.

Some realized something was wrong and tried to escape, but it was too late.

Xu Jin wiped away his cold sweat, still shaken by the sight of the chaotic county government office. However, he knew it wasn't time to relax completely. Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself and led his men to support the temporary prefectural government. The county government office wasn't the enemy's primary target; the small force they sent was only a handful, their purpose being to keep the county officials from making any rash moves. Their real target was the prefect!

"How's it going at the prefectural government?"

I had just asked the question when I looked up and saw a giant beast.

This behemoth was so large that it resembled a moving city wall!

This time, Xu Jin started sweating profusely, his jaw chattering uncontrollably: "This...this is Lord Fu's Zhang Dami?"

Good heavens, this is no ordinary star beast!

Xu Jin's vision blurred, and he deeply suspected that his death was imminent. Images of various star beasts going out of control and slaughtering cities flashed through his mind.

He barely managed to stand up by leaning on the county official.

He said, trembling, "Quickly, quickly, bring Dongsu here!"

He knew that Du Fang was very likely no match for this out-of-control star beast, and he was even more aware that if he didn't control it and stalled for time until someone who could deal with it arrived, the entire Weiyin County would be lost!

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar starlight flew towards the star beast.

Du Fang's face was gloomy.

He dealt with the rebels in his area immediately, and when he looked up, he saw this giant, striped tiger. His heart sank to the bottom!

It seems there's no hope for the prefectural government...

Du Fang stopped what he was doing, his expression one of astonishment.

The giant tiger also recognized this familiar little man and whimpered.

Help--

Save the tiger's life—

The eggs are all broken, and the chickens and ducks are almost all dead.

"Zhang-Dami-Mi-"

The King of Hell is here!

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