Chapter 43 The Four

Zhui Ming's experience was indeed quite sympathetic, which reminded Tarona of herself.

The shock she received last time from the shrinking of Xiao Jinku's eyes was too great, and she couldn't recover for a while, resulting in her accepting the mission without even reading the content of the mission clearly before going out. As a result, after entering the mission world, she found out that it was to find mutants. At that moment, she felt the same as Zhui Ming.

Civil servants can't do their jobs if they are deadly, but ruthless people can do it.

Not only is he capable, he can also do the work of two people, which made Lu Lin exclaim that the officialdom is missing a great general.

But after he finished speaking, Lu Lin froze. He was obviously recalling the nightmare-like experience of the past year. After a while, he sighed deeply, and his thin back looked inexplicably several years older.

The two brothers looked at each other, and for a moment they couldn't think of any words to comfort the judge who had survived the disaster.

Ever since they entered Jizhou, they have been under the protection of Lady Luo, especially Wuqing. He went through two life-threatening situations, one in Yanggu Town and one in Jizhou Prefecture, but he didn't even get his skin damaged.

As for Judge Lu and the others... they can only say that they were lucky to have Lady Luo come, otherwise their fate would have been only slightly better than Lord Wang's.

As soon as he mentioned Lord Wang, Wuqing put down his pen and said to Zhui Ming: "Zhui Ming, take a pair of yamen runners and go to the mass grave immediately. The bodies of Lord Wang's family are all there. Be sure to take them back properly."

Zhui Ming's gloomy expression suddenly changed: "I know!"

After saying this, he took a few big strides and walked out. His movements were so fast that many people present were unable to react.

As soon as their savior was gone, these civil servants began to feel uneasy again. Even though they had learned the confirmed news of the monster's death, they still felt that there was a dark and sinister danger lingering behind them.

This was undoubtedly an illusion, they knew, but they couldn't help thinking so.

Tarona understood that they were experiencing a PTSD attack and it seemed that they had suffered a lot. It would probably take them a lifetime to heal.

The Great Witch sighed in her heart, lifted her skirt and sat next to Wuqing.

The black and white nun was completely silent. Her true horrible face had been revealed in front of the child, but the child did not feel fear or hatred towards her. He was still as close and well-behaved as ever. The obsessive and crazy mother felt extremely satisfied, and her previous perfect disguise became perfunctory.

Anyway, her children never minded her inhumanity.

Three days was enough time for him to get used to his mother's omnipresent presence. He naturally didn't mind, but that didn't mean others wouldn't care.

The presence of such a beautiful woman like the bright moon in a room full of men was a test of their concentration and focus. They were terrified by the shadows of the past, and at the same time, they were involuntarily attracted by this quiet beauty, and their hearts and brains were almost divided.

Non-humans, especially extremely beautiful non-humans, often have a fatal and irresistible charm.

Someone once said that death and danger are the best aphrodisiacs in the world.

The person who said this may be a pervert, but the meaning is almost the same. One of the iron laws in nature also says the same thing - the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

As more and more eyes were focused on her, the nun in black and white slowly raised the corners of her lips, and her head, which had just been slightly lowered, suddenly raised up. She tilted her head very slowly, and although her eyes were clearly covered, one could easily sense how cold the gaze she returned was.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder. The invisible force undoubtedly affected their brains and cognition, causing them to be dominated by the imagined darkness and danger and feel terrified in the last second, and plunge into the mountain of documents with full concentration in the next second.

No one thought there was anything wrong with this seamless switching. Their efficiency in marking documents was even higher than when Zhui Ming was the mainstay here.

The only one who noticed this was Ruthless, who was not affected in the slightest.

He stopped writing with the red brush in his hand and looked at the gentlemen who were busy writing at their desks, completely losing their uneasy mood. Then he turned to look at Madam Luo who was sitting next to him, as quiet as a sculpture.

The quiet and beautiful nun smiled at her children. No matter how you looked at her, she looked like a loving mother who only cared about doting on her children.

Wuqing pursed his lips and turned back to continue writing on the document.

Only he himself knew how fast his heartbeat was speeding up and how his ears, hidden in his hair, had turned red.

The chief constable thought that if Lady Luo really became someone's mother, her excessive doting would probably raise a child who would be lawless but also extremely happy.

As if she had sensed his thoughts, the nun in black and white smiled even more beautifully. If he asked for something at this moment, she would certainly grant it.

…

Later, Tarona left the prefectural government and went to the Temple of the Holy Mother of Eternal Life, which had been transformed into a site for salvation.

This magnificent temple also collapsed at the moment of abnormal death. The negative desires condensed in the incense burner were no longer suppressed, and spread wildly over the ruins. As a result, there was real gold and silver everywhere, but no one dared to rush up to pick it up.

Zhui Ming came here to take a look, but he was unable to overcome his instinctive avoidance and rejection, so he could only leave these gold and silver that could be melted and reused in the open air.

Until the Zen Master Wu Chan brought his disciple Liao Wu back to this dangerous place where they almost lost their lives.

He looked at the ruins that had collapsed beyond recognition, and seemed to see the deep resentment that permeated the ruins, the howling souls that could not be relieved after death here, and the negative desires that were so strong that they could have a significant impact on people's lives.

The highly respected master chanted the Buddha's name and walked into the ruins.

Still having some vague understanding, he followed him in. Wherever the Master stopped, he stopped there. Wherever the Master sat cross-legged, he followed suit and sat cross-legged. When the Master recited scriptures for the salvation of souls, he also recited scriptures for the salvation of souls.

An old man and a child sat in the ruins and chanted scriptures. The low and clear sounds merged together, and the broken gold and silver shone with dazzling brilliance in the sunlight. In a trance, people even mistakenly thought they were in the legendary Lingshan Palace, listening to the true scriptures of the Buddha to save all living beings.

Another ray of light shone into the haze of fear and grief in Jizhou Prefecture. The people still did not dare to step into the ruins, but the first person followed the sound of chanting, followed by the second, third, fourth... hundreds and thousands.

I recite scriptures to liberate the souls of the dead.

I recite scriptures to save myself and others.

I recite scriptures and pray for...health and peace.

The most sincere wish of the world is always peace, happiness and family harmony.

But in this world, when will they be able to get what they want?

Tarona couldn't give them an answer. She was not from here and should not accept their wishes.

but……

The witch from another world summoned a huge staff carved from crystal. The sharp end of the staff tapped the ground lightly, and purification magics bloomed silently one after another. The overbearing magic power dissolved the lingering negative desires, and the charming flames devoured the evil resentment that was wriggling on the land.

The sky gradually turned clear blue, the wind blowing through the alleys became as gentle as water, the faint smell of blood that permeated the city quietly dissipated, and the huge stone that was pressing on the chest and making people gasp was finally pushed away.

Good intentions should not be in vain and wishes should not be in vain.

Now that she is here, she must do something, so that she will not live up to the title of the right person that the world has given them.

…

Six days after the Jizhou incident, a reply from the Shenhou Mansion arrived.

He unfolded the letter ruthlessly. There were words densely written on the thin piece of paper, and a feeling of impending storm came over him.

As expected, from the moment they read the first word, Wuqing and Zhui Ming’s brows never relaxed.

Cai Jing is dead.

He died suddenly six days ago. He was staying in a concubine's room that night. The concubine was frightened out of her mind and has not been able to utter a complete sentence to this day.

Mi Youqiao of Youqiao Group died on the street, in a busy and bustling night market, with countless people witnessing his death.

He exploded suddenly, without any warning, not even a scream, and just with a bang he turned into a bloody mist, splashing the entire street with blood.

Lei Shang of Liufenbantang died while discussing important matters with Di Feijing and others.

...Many people died.

Same way of dying, same time.

Another most important person also died in this way, and also died at this time -

Official.

The capital city has become a mess.

Wuqing and Zhui Ming were silent for a while, and no one spoke.

They had already guessed some of it before, but... they didn't dare to think about it.

The emperor, he is the emperor. No matter how incompetent he is, he is still the emperor of the Song Dynasty.

Just like that, dead?

"Which emperor doesn't want to live forever?"

Tarona, who came in with a candlestick, interrupted the deathly silence between the two. She lit six white candles, and the room suddenly became bright.

The human race in the main universe no longer has such a thing as a royal family, so the Great Witch cannot empathize with them.

Before this, she didn’t know who Song Huizong Zhao Ji was, or what kind of “great achievements” he had that made people want to slap him to death, until she clicked on this person’s information…

How to say it?

At the moment she closed the data, the Great Witch had already thought about all the hells she could connect to, and finally felt that the eighteen levels of hell were the most suitable for this scum of the world.

It turns out that I am not well-informed, otherwise why would she be so angry?

She must personally send Wuqing back to the capital. To throw a living person into hell, she can only cast the spell at close range, because this is black magic. It is not impossible to cast it from a distance, but the world consciousness may not allow it.

The result was that I was forced to death.

Tsk, it’s a good death for him.

But it doesn’t matter. There is still the soul. As long as it is not the seventh day, he will still have a chance to experience the full health care of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

How could there be such an irresponsible emperor in the world?

A dog sitting in that position would do a better job than him. At least dogs eat and drink the Song Dynasty's food and drink the Song Dynasty's food. They only guard the Song Dynasty's home and will not turn their bellies over and wag their tails at other people.

Tarona lifted her skirt and sat in front of Wuqing and Zhuiming, giving them advice in a sincere tone: "Zhao Ji is dead, and it's just the end of an emperor. Can't we just replace him with another one? What do you think of Prince Zhao Kai of Yun?"

That scumbag has so many sons, and after looking around, she found that this was the only one who could be beaten.