Upon hearing the alarm, the black-robed figure, the peacock, and Laozi, even Bai Su's expression changed.
There are countless ghosts in the entire Eastern Kingdom, including large ghosts, small ghosts, and even newly born, completely ignorant ghosts who only know how to instinctively frighten and harm the living, but are incapable of directly killing them. It is practically impossible for ghosts to refrain from harming humans.
How many deaths will Fang Zong cause by doing this?
Is it really so easy to say the phrase "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free"?
"He's gone mad!"
The heavily wounded man in black robes roared to the sky: "Fang Zong, come out! Have you gone mad? If ghosts harm people within a week, you exterminate all the ghosts in the city. After seven days, how many cities' worth of ghosts will you need to clear? Kill them all, regardless of their strength. If that were applied to humans, it would mean leaving no one alive, including infants not even a month old! Even in ancient times, neither Buddha nor the Jade Emperor would dare to do this!"
The peacock muttered to itself, "They're all insane! They're all insane! This madman... and you're actually helping him?"
"Although it's only been a week..." Even Laozi's expression changed drastically. In ancient times, Fang Zong's edict was far more terrifying than the Jade Emperor ordering a large prefecture to remain dry. This was direct annihilation, equivalent to dispatching heavenly soldiers and generals to take direct action, and tantamount to challenging the majesty of the Heavenly Dao!
In modern times, this would be considered a provocation against a nation's destiny.
Being struck by lightning is an act of mercy; one might even be condemned to eternal damnation. Without family, friends, or love, devoid of all feeling and humanity, they will never be reborn!
"I mean what I say." The alarm sounded again, this time it was Fang Zong's recorded voice.
The demons and gods fell silent. It was just a short, five-word sentence recorded, without any oaths or vows, simply stating "I will do what I say." But such words were all the more terrifying. Fang Zong didn't care at all about the hostility of the entire nation towards him; he simply... meant what he said!
"Alright." Laozi's relationship with Zhao Xiao was not good, and his relationship with Bai Baixue was even worse. He looked at Zhao Xiao with his old eyes and said, "What does Fang Zong want us to do? Just say it directly. I admit that I don't have the guts to confront him head-on."
The man in black robes and the peacock exchanged a glance and nodded in silence.
Zhao Xiao laughed: "The principal also asked me, saying he wanted to try something big, but he didn't know if he could pull it off. I was shocked when I heard that, and then I said you would all be scared to death by him."
Lao Tzu: "...Speak like a human!"
"Invade North Korea."
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North Korea has one special city, one special autonomous city, six metropolitan cities, and nine provinces. The nine provinces contain seventy-seven cities, making a total of eighty-five cities.
However, North Korea has many cities but a small territory. With a total population of only 50 million, it is at most equivalent to two Tokyo cities or six or seven Taiwan islands.
North Korea, capital city of Warsaw.
The top floor of a building named Pearl is not luxuriously decorated, but its feng shui is arranged extremely appropriately.
Feng shui fish, Bagua diagrams, peach wood swords... the various arrangements are somewhat messy in the style of modern decoration, but at first glance, they make people feel very comfortable. It is as if all the noise of the world disappears completely the moment you step into the room, and you can't help but believe in the Taoist feng shui theory.
In the middle was a futon, where an old Taoist priest with gray hair sat, and a very handsome young Taoist boy stood beside him, with a pair of dark eyes that were full of spirit.
"Master, please enlighten me." A middle-aged man in military uniform strode in. "I am Hua Jinghao. May I ask your name, Master?"
"Zhang Jun."
"Your Taoist name?"
"You can't take anything with you when you're born, and you can't take anything with you when you die. Your name is like dust. Isn't a name enough? What's the point of having a Taoist name?"
The old Taoist priest Zhang Jun's face was radiant and glowing. As he spoke, a faint, ethereal shadow repelled the strong wind rushing in through the window and closed the window. The power emanating from this caused Hua Jinghao's expression to turn serious. He performed a Taoist salute and his attitude became respectful.
"Please enlighten me," Hua Jinghao said in a low voice.
"Tell me slowly."
"war!"
Hua Jinghao narrowed his eyes, his black pupils flashing with images of ancient North Korean palaces and pavilions. He was actually a powerhouse at the Earth Transformation level. He noticed that Zhang Jun's attitude towards him was still indifferent, so his expression became even more respectful. "Half a month ago, I took control of an army of ordinary people. Yes, I am not an ordinary person, but I took control of the entire North Korean army... This is a major taboo in the modern world, but I do not regret it."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Just for peace of mind."
Hua Jinghao spoke coldly: "Jinghao doesn't care about Chaoxian. Tiny Chaoxian is no match for my great North Korea, so I ordered two missiles to be redirected and smashed onto Dongguo's land, to test Dongguo's attitude, and then..."
"Have you found out yet?" the old Taoist priest asked hurriedly, his face turning somewhat green.
“They’ve tested us.” Hua Jinghao’s expression was also grim: “The suit-wearing thugs from the Ghost Killing Team have issued an order that all ghosts in the entire Eastern Kingdom are forbidden from attacking ordinary people. They’re diverting their forces to deal with us. I’m scared, really scared.”
"You should be afraid."
"But I don't believe it! My great North Korea is full of talented people, would we be afraid of the mediocre and incompetent East Korea!"
Hua Jinghao's voice rose, his whole body exuding a frenzied energy: "Since ancient times, our great North Korea has produced many talented people, but because the country is too small, many talented people went to the East... Cai Lun, who invented papermaking, is from our great North Korea, Qin Shi Huang is from our great North Korea, Sun Wukong is from our great North Korea, and Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Taoism, is also from our great North Korea! It's just that our North Korea is too small, too small, too small!"
Madness, endless madness!
Hwa Kyung-ho received education from North Korea that it was a country that "produces many talented people" from a young age, and he believed that countless heroes and outstanding figures came from North Korea.
As he grew up, he doubted this claim, but he remained steadfast in his belief, over and over again, without ever stopping!
Many people, such as the North Korean leader he imprisoned, began to find the so-called truth amidst their doubts and opposed provocations against the country. He thought these people were cowards who would rather believe foreigners than the education they had received since childhood!
He firmly believes... that North Korea will win every war!
"If Fang Zong wants to come, then let him come. I don't believe the ghosts will listen to Fang Zong." Hua Jinghao said in a deep voice, "Ghosts won't harm the living for a week? Ha, how ridiculous. Even if he does, how many strong people can he bring? We North Koreans are all heroes, we dare to die. Even if we all perish, we still have the military spirit and the nation's destiny. I don't believe he has the guts to attack our ordinary North Korean troops!"
As he spoke, Hua Jinghao became beaming and bowed to the old Taoist priest:
"Now I feel at ease."
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