There's something wrong with my master.

Some people wanted to interrogate, but the bright red blood brought out the beast in their bodies.

The county magistrate's body was thrown into the air like a wild dog, and then a knife was stabbed into his heart.

"The dog official is dead!"

"The dog official is dead!"

Some people were actually cheering.

But...then what?

What should I do after the dog official dies?

The scene suddenly fell into confusion, and someone calmed down and put down the knife.

A jingle.

As if a chain reaction had started, more and more people put down their weapons.

The jingle-dong sounds became louder and louder.

There are all kinds of weapons, shovels, hammers, and even coffin lids.

The county magistrate is dead, what should we do next?

Someone shouted in the chaotic environment.

"We can be the county magistrate ourselves!"

"Yes, we have more people, we can be the county magistrates ourselves, and we can also order the landlords who have more grain to hand over the grain."

The idea is beautiful.

It seems quite reasonable.

There was another commotion, and amid the sound of blood splattering, someone suppressed the whole situation by force and seized the position of county magistrate.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground in surrender, the new county magistrate felt that it was a really good feeling.

Is this what entitlement feels like?

Fortunately, he still remembered his mission, which was to make the landlords and the rich hand over all the grain and then distribute it equally.

At daybreak, the group packed up the remaining food in the granary.

Whether it was bran or rice, they were all taken away.

Although it is little and can't be eaten for long, it is better than nothing.

The crowd left in a mighty procession.

Only dozens of gradually cooling corpses were left on the spot.

The real county magistrate was also lying here. The clothes representing the county magistrate had been stripped off, leaving only his bloody undergarment on his body.

The wind blows.

The withered yellow weeds swayed a few times, and the sunlight illuminated the filth here, exposing it completely.

The man who claims to be the new county magistrate has arrived at Yihongyuan, where the old county magistrate used to come often.

The new county magistrate felt that this could be the first battle to consolidate his position.

He led a few strong and muscular men and kicked the door open.

The smell of powder in the room has not yet dissipated.

A fragrant breeze blew over, bringing with it a seductive warmth.

The pink veil fell, and an old procuress with heavy makeup walked over with soft steps and put one hand on the new county magistrate.

To Yihongyuan, everyone who comes is a guest.

The new county magistrate narrowed his eyes. Compared to the outside world, this place seemed like two different worlds.

The old county magistrate often comes here. Could he have hidden the food here?

It’s just an Yihongyuan, it can’t be bigger than him, the county magistrate.

He gave a look, and the big man following him came back to his senses from the gentle embrace.

"I'm the new county magistrate."

"How much food is left in Yihongyuan?"

"Hand them all over. The government is going to distribute them uniformly so that we can get through this difficult time together."

"Oh, so you are here to commit robbery~" The old madam smiled foolishly with her face which still had some beauty left.

If it’s a robbery, that’s easy to deal with!

"I advise you not to be ignorant of praise!"

When the new county magistrate saw the mockery in the madam's eyes, he glared at her and prepared to draw his sword to demonstrate his authority as a county magistrate.

However, before he could do anything, the pink gauze curtain from upstairs suddenly shot over.

In order not to pollute the eyes of the guests in the building, several people were thrown out of the house by the gauze curtain, and several heads flew into the air.

"If you are really the county magistrate, it would be difficult for me to take action."

"Besides, that old guy comes here every day to coax me into a corner. I've become a little soft-hearted. I'm going to send him a few carts of food."

"As for now... hehehe..."

Someone came to clean up quickly.

When the guests walked out, the streets had already been completely transformed.

As for the gathered mob, they had long since disappeared.

The development of the matter was a little beyond their expectations.

After several clashes and many deaths, it was discovered that there was a tiger hiding in this small county town that would eat people without leaving any bones.

"The government has ordered monks not to hurt people without reason, but it doesn't say that we can't kill people if they come to provoke us."

A cultivator in the Qi training stage sneered and grabbed the throat of a rioter.

"I'm the county magistrate, you can't kill me!"

"I'm the county magistrate, you can't kill me!"

The man still wanted to struggle.

He was dissatisfied with the old county magistrate, nor with the newly elected one, so he brought a group of people with him and became the county magistrate.

"Of course the real county magistrate cannot be killed." The cultivator in the Qi training stage sneered.

boom!

Another good head flew up and the body fell to the ground.

"Unfortunately, you are a fake."

After saying this, the monk put his hands behind his back and walked back to the house with bloody footprints.

The servant came over and cleaned up the bodies on the ground.

Then he looked coldly at the other mobs.

"Don't kill... don't kill us..."

Many people then realized that they had done something stupid.

Compared to these people, the county magistrate at that time was as gentle as a little white rabbit.

The crowd gathered again near the government granary.

Compared to when they set out, significantly fewer people came back.

They have been labeled as mobs, bandits and robbers and have become targets that can be slaughtered at any time.

"We can't go back now."

"It seems that we can only be robbers."

Since we can't deal with those landlords and rich people, let's deal with people who are as weak as them.

For example, those villagers who stayed at home obediently and did not participate in this matter.

The villagers are pitiful, but they don't care.

Especially after so many people died.

All weapons were picked up, and the huge crowd was ready to unleash the deeper evil of human nature.

The kind of evil that has always been hidden deep in our hearts even in a world where public order and morality still exist.

Yun Changsheng sat on the roof, feeling the evil of human nature.

There must be evil thoughts in his human nature, but he has forgotten what kind of evil thoughts they were.

I don’t know if I can get it back this time.

Night falls again.

The magistrate's body was moved, and his fingers and flesh were sewn back to his body.

The straw mat wrapped around his body.

The shovel dug into the earth.

After Taozi dug the pit, she moved the body and buried it wrapped in a straw mat.

"Last time I asked you if you had a wife."

"Answer me, no."

"Pitiful."

"From now on, I will be your wife."

As she spoke, she put a small white flower on her head.

Yun Changsheng, who was feeling the evil thoughts of the human world, heard the noise here and cast his gaze over.

"Not dead yet."

He said something.

Too many people died here before, and the negative energy is very heavy. The souls of the people who were killed have not yet left their bodies.

For a cultivator of his level of cultivation, as long as his soul has not left the body, he is not dead yet.

However, the way the county magistrate died reminded him of someone.

So I looked up at the sky and really found this person.

Colorful clothes.

Lin Xi also saw Nishang and said in a light tone.

"If you act this way, there is no hope of ascending."

"I don't want to ascend to heaven. Whenever I think of becoming an immortal, the eternal life and loneliness I would have would only scare me."

The space fluctuated, revealing a woman in a bright red robe.

"So, I just want to do something that makes me happy."

After saying that, she left here.

Lin Xi shook his head, then looked through the walls and looked at a grain merchant.

She looked slightly dazed.

The female cultivator who was building the foundation turned out to be Nishang's clone.

However, the female cultivator who was in the foundation-building stage herself did not know about this matter, and Nishang could only feel the intense emotions rising in the heart of the female cultivator.

For example, when the county magistrate died, there was a feeling of heartbreak.

I wonder how many clones like her there are in this world.

"This female pervert."

Lin Xi muttered softly and ignored it.