Chapter 212 [Followers]
At this chaotic moment, an ethereal and distant female voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"To harm my people is unforgivable!"
The female voice was sacred and majestic, yet carried a kind of ethereal and otherworldly quality, as if it were truly the voice of a god uttered from heaven!
When the tribesmen heard the voice, they were shocked and prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling to thank the gods for their blessings and praying for rain.
"Thank you, God, for your mercy!"
God’s voice is so beautiful!
From the sound of her voice, it was a young goddess Ming!
Jiang Lili's just one sentence has been imprinted in people's hearts, making people remember her voice.
The chief was very excited, thinking that the gods were doing justice for them!
God has not abandoned them!
Ge Zhu got goosebumps. Isn't this Boss Jiang's voice?
What is the strength of his backers?
What on earth did such an awesome person see in me?
Ge Zhu quickly offered assistance, acting as a lackey: "The Lord God said this swindling and deceitful envoy of God cannot be forgiven. Everyone, charge!"
"Take this liar down! How dare he pretend to be so good with such a nice mask and ride such a nice horse?"
The messenger of God was so frightened by the sudden female voice that his legs went weak and he slipped off the horse without anyone helping him.
He fell to the ground, trembling. “God is angry, God is really angry… How is this possible?”
Their northern tribe has been deceiving people in the name of God's messenger for a hundred years. Why did God only reveal their true colors now? Is it because they went too far this time?
The messenger of God who fell off his horse was surrounded by the crowd.
These deceitful angels quickly called out to his followers: "Come and protect me! Have you forgotten who saved your family?"
He hugged the thigh of the attendant closest to him: "Their tribe is colluding with these two outsiders and is ganging up on me."
"If I weren't a divine messenger and didn't have divine power, how could I have pulled your terminally ill parents and family members back from the brink of death?"
Jiang Lili didn't expect that this messenger of God was like an indestructible cockroach. Could this be the psychological quality of a veteran fraudster?
This is a talented person!
The follower whose thigh was being hugged showed a bit of hesitation on his face after hearing the words of the messenger.
He protected the messenger and said to the chiefs, "Wait a minute! Is there some misunderstanding here?"
"When I was young, the northern tribe cured my parents' terminal illnesses, took me in, and gave me life-saving food when I was almost starving. They are not heartless or ungrateful people!"
After hearing the servant's words, the other servants who were brought here also remembered the reason why they followed the northern tribe.
Once, when they needed help the most, the northern tribes appeared like gods from the sky and gave them hope of life.
"Yes, when I was eight years old, my parents got a strange disease. They were weak in their limbs and bedridden. The adults in the family were also ill, and no one cared about me. When I was about to starve to death, it was the tribe in the north who treated my parents for free and gave me food."
"Me too... My grandmother, who raised me, fell seriously ill and was comatose all day. I was afraid she'd pass away. Fortunately, the messengers from the northern tribes showed up and saved her. After she was healed, she lived to be 70, a very long life."
"When my father and mother were sick, the messengers from the northern tribe appeared. Where were the gods at that time? Why couldn't the gods be more merciful? Perhaps the messengers had exhausted their power while treating my parents!"
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The attendants recalled the good things about the northern tribes, and the scattered morale of the army, which had just been shocked by the various magical scenes, began to condense and they were determined to protect the messenger of God.
These followers are all young and strong, and they have weapons. If they gather together now, it will be very disadvantageous for the tribal residents.
At this moment, Ge Zhu was listening to the followers praising the messenger of God, and suddenly interrupted their sentimentality: "Wait."
"I just heard you describe the symptoms of your loved one's terminal illness. Why does it sound like an overdose of knockout drugs?"
The divine messenger's expression stiffened slightly upon hearing this, and he then retorted, "You're just an outsider, you don't know anything, yet you slander others!"
Ge Zhu, who was very familiar with knockout drugs like Hedinghong, felt something was getting weird the more he listened. These followers were of different ages, and some looked more than ten years apart in appearance.
So the terminal illness they were talking about was definitely not a contagious disease. Ge Zhu ignored the divine messenger and looked at the servants seriously: "Are you sure your relatives have a terminal illness and not been poisoned?"
He looked at the follower who said that his grandmother had lived a long life with the help of the northern tribes. He said, "Is it possible that without the people from the northern tribes, your grandmother would have lived longer, perhaps even to over 100 years old? I see many centenarians here in the Sunan Islands."
The follower was stunned and fell into deep thought.
The chief had been moved by the servants' stories just now, recalling the glorious deeds that had been passed down by word of mouth in the northern tribes. After hearing Ge Zhu's words, she also felt strange: "You servants of the northern tribes all have similar experiences. Your families were saved, and you all devotedly worked for the northern tribe."
She saw a few familiar faces among the followers: "I recognize you two. You two are from the same tribe, right? Your parents also fell ill at the same time."
Ge Zhu suddenly asked, "Could it be that their tribe's water source has been drugged?"
The two men's serious expressions didn't seem fake. This matter involved a terrifying conspiracy, and the attendants couldn't help but ponder deeply. In the past, they had always believed in the might of the northern tribes, but after experiencing so much today...
Someone tried hard to recall and replied, "I remember now! My neighbor's parents were grassland herbalists, often traveling between different tribes to resell medicinal herbs. They drank water from mountain streams or from other tribes, never from the tribe's well."
"At first, they were the only ones in the village who had no problems. Later, after they sold out of their medicinal herbs, they returned to live in the village permanently, and gradually they also became sleepy and weak!"
The envoy's expression remained calm: "You have no evidence, everything is just speculation. What qualifications do you have to question it?"
Jiang Lili thought that it was indeed difficult to find evidence of things that happened many years ago, but it didn't need to be so troublesome. She just needed to pry open the mouth of the messenger of God.
@Jiang Lili: Since this liar is so stubborn, why not torture him to extract a confession? I don't think he'll cry until he sees the coffin.
Wen Qiao saw Jiang Lili's message: [Lili, do you have any good ideas? ]
Jiang Lili was sitting in the backyard of the inn at this time, still carrying the rain water rolling down from the sky. She was eating lychees while listening to the rain.
Looking at the fruit plate brought by the waiter, her dark pupils flashed with light, and she told Wen Qiao the solution she had thought of.
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