A hint of a smile flashed across Bai Musheng's eyes.
He looked at Yi Shuihan, wondering how he would deal with the enraged believer.
He would feign composure, accuse him of talking nonsense, and have someone arrest him.
Or should they flee in panic?
He and the four great families have made ample preparations, and no matter what choice Yi Shuihan makes, there will only be one outcome.
That is, death.
They would put him on a pile of wood and burn him to death.
Then he, the Holy Son, will be promoted to Holy Lord.
He will be the supreme king of Nandan.
Unexpectedly, Yi Shuihan neither ran away nor defended himself, but silently looked into the distance, as if he were a statue rather than a living person.
Bai Musheng frowned.
He looked toward the heads of the four great families.
They nodded to him and then blew their whistles.
A group of men in black leaped out from all around the square, stepping on the heads of the believers as they rushed toward the Holy Tower and attacked Yi Shuihan.
But before they could get close to the tower, they were shot dead by the samurai and fell heavily to the ground.
The boiling crowd instantly cooled down.
Popularity has plummeted.
Only the agents planted by the four great families are still shouting.
Bai Musheng immediately understood that the Holy Soldier Team had been taken over by Yi Shuihan, and they would not turn their attention to Yi Shuihan because of his words.
With the Holy Army blocking their way, trying to kill Yi Shuihan was nothing short of a pipe dream.
However, he was prepared.
He clapped his hands, and mist rose from all directions of the square, enveloping all the believers present.
As the flute sounded, believers stepped forward and walked silently toward the temple entrance.
If you look closely, you'll find that these believers have blank stares, like puppets, with no expression on their faces.
The samurai blocked the entrance, preventing them from entering, but they tirelessly rammed through, trying to create a gap.
Bai Musheng revealed a smug smile.
There are tens of thousands of believers in the square and tens of thousands more in the streets and alleys. With so many people, it would be enough to topple the Holy Tower.
This left Yi Shuihan with no way to avoid it.
But his smile only lasted a moment.
He was shocked to discover that only a hundred or two hundred believers were being manipulated, while the others stood still, looking on with bewilderment at the believers who were attacking the Holy Tower.
how so?
Not all believers have drunk holy water?
Why do they not react when they inhale the medicine and hear the whistle?
Was there too little medicine or the whistle was too soft?
He quickly made several hand gestures, and more water mist sprayed out, while a higher-pitched flute sound rang out.
The believers, however, did not change at all.
A sense of panic swept through Bai Musheng's heart.
These believers were his biggest trump card, yet they refused to obey his commands.
The members of the four great families also looked terrified.
They looked at Bai Musheng helplessly, trying to get answers from him, only to find that he also looked blank, and their hearts sank.
Just then, Yi Shuihan, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "The Holy Son is right, I am indeed a fake."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the damp towel that Xiao Qingyin handed him from behind and wiped off his makeup.
He revealed a stunningly handsome face.
The believers were dumbfounded.
When they heard Bai Musheng's words and learned that the person impersonating the Holy Lord was the Regent of Da Xi, they were indeed filled with anger.
He wanted to kill Yi Shuihan to vent his anger.
But after the men in black appeared and were killed by the Holy Army, they became confused.
If the Holy Lord is a fake, why is the Holy Army protecting him?
Perhaps the Holy Son has made a mistake?
Or is it that the Holy Son deliberately caused trouble because he wanted to usurp the throne?
They only have one life, and they dare not get involved in treason.
Therefore, they did not follow those who suddenly stepped forward to attack the Holy Army, but instead waited to see what would happen.
Now that the Holy Lord himself has admitted that he was an imposter, how could they not be shocked?
I was shocked and deeply moved.
Because this scheming foreign regent was so handsome, he was practically a god.
He easily outshone the Holy Son.
This is the image of the Holy Lord they envision.
Bai Musheng was surprised that Yi Shuihan would admit it himself. He was secretly pleased that the other party had made a bad move when he turned his head and saw the believer's expression. He was stunned on the spot.
What's going on with these people?
Didn't you hear Yi Shuihan say that he was a fake?
Shouldn't they be filled with resentment, agitation, and a burning desire to tear this person apart?
Why did they look so amazed and even admiring?
If Xiao Qingyin knew what he was thinking, she would definitely tell him: good looks are everything, and good-looking people are always favored.
Yi Shuihan killed the Holy Lord, not the believers. The believers had no feelings for the Holy Lord, so why should they hate Yi Shuihan?
Bai Musheng shouted to the believers, "He has already confessed to his crimes, what are you waiting for! If the Holy Church and the Holy Water fall into his hands, you will all be under his control! For the Holy Water, for Nandan, charge now!"
The believers remained unmoved.
A month ago, they would have definitely echoed Bai Musheng's words and been willing to risk their lives for the holy water.
But now they know that even without holy water, they can still get treatment by taking medicine and seeing a doctor.
Moreover, the latter is much cheaper and won't bankrupt them easily.
They wouldn't be so stubborn as to confront the Holy Army head-on.
Upon seeing this, Bai Musheng froze completely.
Yi Shuihan chuckled: "I didn't come here because I wanted to seize Nandan, as he said. I came here to find my fiancée."
After saying that, he pulled Xiao Qingyin to the window.
"This is my fiancée."
Snap~ Snap~ Snap~
Many female believers heard the sound of their own hearts breaking.
Yi Shuihan continued, “We were framed in Da Xi and taken to the execution ground. During the execution, someone kidnapped my fiancée and took her to Nan Dan. This person is the one who just accused me of being a fake, and he is your Holy Son.”
“I went through countless hardships to find him here, only to discover that he had offered my fiancée to the Holy Lord as a saintess. That’s why I infiltrated the Holy Tower and killed the Holy Lord who was trying to murder my fiancée.”
"I don't know if you know what happened to the saintesses in the past. I stand here today to reveal the truth about the Holy Church to you, so that you will know how the Holy Church, the savior in your eyes and full of benevolence, has actually deprived you of your property and even your lives."
As soon as the sound faded, he snapped his fingers.
A line of holy messengers dressed in white robes emerged from the temple.
Each person held a pale green jar in their hands, and each jar contained the head of a young girl.
After placing the jars on the steps at the front of the square, the holy messengers returned to the temple and came out again carrying the jars.
After making this back and forth several times, taking a full fifteen minutes, he finally stood aside, head bowed, and remained still.
These jars were densely packed all over the steps, with hundreds of heads arranged together.
Although these heads all had their eyes closed and didn't look particularly terrifying, the believers were strongly shocked by the sight, their hearts churning as if a meteorite had fallen into them.
Even Bai Musheng couldn't help but gasp.
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