Chapter 170: Cannibalism
The plague ghost looked at her quietly, without a trace of emotion in those dark and empty eyes.
She slowly lifted her upper lip, "Yes."
Whenever she appears, someone will get sick and die.
It is not unreasonable to say that he died at her hands.
"I know what you want to say."
The plague ghost found a place to sit down at random. There were corpses piled up like mountains here, and the stench of corpses almost swallowed people, but she had no reaction.
Su Tan frowned and chanted a string of spells to purify the terrible corpse stench in the air, then turned his gaze to the plague ghost.
The plague ghost looked at her.
"You want to say that I shouldn't kill innocent people, and you want to ask me why I caused so many innocent people to die tragically."
She curled her lips expressionlessly. Mysticists throughout history have always been like this, always preferring to stand on the moral high ground. "But it's no use asking."
"When our path to survival was blocked and we died tragically outside the moat, no mystic master stood up to seek justice for us."
The plague ghost said this and found his words a little funny.
"But it's also true that this isn't the role of a mystic."
"It should be said that few of those high-ranking officials care about the lives of people like us."
The snow in Yingzhou was really heavy.
So big that it destroyed their homes.
Leaving them nowhere to survive.
The local officials wrote one memorial after another.
I don’t know whether it has been delivered to the capital.
Has it been delivered to the emperor?
"We waited for a long time, thinking that the imperial envoy would eventually come to provide disaster relief."
I also thought that I would wait for the disaster relief food from the imperial court.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
The plague ghost's voice was very soft.
After becoming a ghost, her temperament seemed to become extremely indifferent, and nothing could arouse her emotions.
At this moment, she simply said, "The family next door to me first sold their land, then their ancestral home, and then they started selling their own children."
There are still land and houses to sell.
This is the outcome.
Not to mention those refugees who have no land or property and nothing.
They could only buy themselves to the homes of wealthy local gentry and become slaves, and from then on, even their children became slaves.
Every day, countless common people beg in front of the government office.
Every day people ask when the disaster relief food from the imperial court will arrive.
In a year of disaster, there was nothing to eat.
All the grass roots were dug out and their stomachs were full of Guanyin soil.
Everyone says that the current emperor is a wise ruler and will definitely treat the people well.
The people just waited there foolishly.
One day, the imperial envoy will rush to the disaster-stricken area with a lot of food.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, the gentry and wealthy families were forced to open their granaries and release grain for fear of riots by the victims.
Wait until the new decree is issued.
The emperor announced that he would impose an additional tax in the coming year.
The news of increased taxes seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for the people.
The people of Yingzhou began to riot. They first smashed the government office, and then rushed into the homes of the gentry and wealthy families and robbed their food.
The disaster has not been under control and there has been no response from the court.
The local disaster victims were forced to change from being good citizens into evil thugs.
We can only follow suit and kill those unscrupulous gentry and those grain producers who take advantage of the disaster to raise prices.
Do the victims have any choice?
No choice.
How could those disaster victims who are kind-hearted by nature survive?
The world is in chaos. If you don't kill people, you will be killed.
But what's the point of killing more?
The imperial court didn't care, and several local officials were beaten to death, but there was no movement at all.
The victims could only head north, and some starved to death or froze to death along the way.
They just hope to reach the capital and let the emperor hear their voices.
Let the monarch sitting high on the dragon throne know how much suffering his people are suffering.
However, when they reached the gate of Chongzhou City, their way to escape was blocked.
The plague ghost lowered his eyes, looked at Su Tan, and actually laughed a little.
"We originally thought that we could bring the news to the capital right away, and that our hard times would be over. Once we get to the capital, we might be able to find a way out. Even if it means becoming a slave, it would be better than starving to death."
Life is tough, who wants to die as long as they can survive?
If a person can straighten his back.
How could I want to be a slave?
But sometimes there is no choice.
Everything has to give way to survival.
However, even such an idea is wishful thinking.
"That day, I stood among the crowd and watched with my own eyes as the soldiers defending the city killed many people."
"Because their generals have ordered that if they dare to let in a single victim, they will be beheaded."
The soldiers guarding the city had red eyes when they were killing people, as if they were very reluctant.
During that period, blood was everywhere outside Chongzhou City, endless cries were heard everywhere, and the bloody smell almost drowned the entire Chongzhou City.
No one dared to open the city gates. Even if someone was kind-hearted and wanted to give out porridge, they could only think about it, because once the city gates were opened and the victims squeezed in, the consequences would be unimaginable.
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"Please, open the door!"
"Please, all the military officers, we have come all this way to escape this disaster just to let Your Majesty know that Yingzhou has suffered a severe snowstorm. We are all dying. So many good people have died along the way!"
The victims knelt on the ground and begged desperately.
The soldiers guarding the city were so angry that they couldn't let anyone in.
He could only mechanically say, "Governor, a memorial has been submitted to His Majesty. The court will send someone over soon."
If this had been said in the past, almost everyone would have had hope.
But it wasn't like before.
The victims have heard such words too many times.
So much so that they have even become numb.
"Why do you keep talking about submitting memorials to His Majesty?"
"It's been two months!"
"Yingzhou's snowstorm has been going on for two months!"
"Hasn't the memorial been submitted yet?"
"So many people died in Yingzhou, Your Majesty, do you really not know anything about it?"
"We are all his people, why doesn't he care about our lives at all!"
His question struck everyone's heart.
But the next day, he was shot with arrows on the charge of spreading false information.
His relatives were also shot.
And the disaster victims who fled all the way here.
Many people died in this snowstorm.
At the beginning, the victims still had hope and some humanity left.
Later, when they were forced by the world and could no longer survive, they had no choice but to eat their own children.
When disaster strikes, women and children are always the first to be sacrificed.
When the last woman was eaten, resentment filled the air outside Chongzhou City, creating a plague ghost.
The plague ghost's expression was numb and cold.
"I also want to know whether our high and mighty king knew about the millions of victims who died in the disaster."
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