Chapter 213 [Knives Falling from the Sky]
After reading it, Wen Qiao walked up to the divine messenger and asked, "Did the people from your northern tribe drug the parents of these servants first? Then, pretending to be the savior, you fed them the antidote to show your own holiness and trick them into working for you?"
Of course, the envoy of God couldn't admit it at this moment: "You are talking nonsense!"
Wen Qiao sneered and pointed to the sky, "Since you are so frank, do you dare to swear to the sky?"
"If you and the northern tribe behind you do such a wicked thing, then knives will rain down from the sky to punish you!"
At this time, Jiang Lili had already asked Xiaopang to bring most of the fruit knives on the supermarket shelves over.
Watching the scenes in the video, Jiang Lili wiped the fruit knife and was eager to try it.
After Wen Qiao asked the messenger to swear, everyone's eyes turned to the fraudulent messenger.
The messenger of God looked at the heavy rain still falling above Wen Qiao's head and felt uneasy.
But things have developed to this point, and he can only bite the bullet and go ahead, otherwise the northern tribe’s century-long plan will fail.
The envoy raised a hand: "I swear, the northern tribes and I did not set up a scheme to persecute the families of these followers. If I break my oath, then the sword from heaven will fall -"
The messenger of God had not finished speaking.
“Whoosh—”
Suddenly, a shiny short knife fell from the sky and stabbed directly into the right foot of the messenger!
"Ah! Damn it!"
For a moment, the messenger's heart almost jumped out.
It’s outrageous, knives are really falling from the sky!
The pupils of the servants and the tribesmen dilated. It turned out that swearing nonsense would really bring retribution!
"Oaths are not trustworthy! He's lying!"
The envoy of God was already a little bit unable to hold on. After being slapped in the face so many times, he panicked, "I don't have it. I don't know where this knife came from."
"Maybe a bird was passing by with a knife in its mouth and it accidentally fell from the sky!"
He was still looking for an excuse, "Swish, swish, swish—"
Several knives whizzed into the ground beside the messenger of God, less than an inch away from his body, almost trapping him as he sat paralyzed on the ground.
The messenger of God could clearly feel the coolness coming from the blade. He was so frightened that he dared not breathe. He did not dare to move at all, for fear that a few more knives would fall and hit his head.
Who understands, it's timely rain for others, but it's raining knives for him!
Just when he thought the deadly rain of knives was about to stop, "whoosh-"
A sharp dagger pierced directly into the gap between his two knees, just a few inches away from his vitals!
Feeling the chill between his legs, the messenger rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
At this moment, everyone faintly smelled the smell of urine, and the deceitful messenger of God was scared to death!
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"
The messenger of God no longer cared about his image and kowtowed to the ground: "My Lord God, please forgive me! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"God's messenger, if you have anything to ask, I will tell you everything I know. Please also help me plead with the gods that I shouldn't have sworn such an oath!"
Wen Qiao curled his lips, this girl Li Li has so many clever ideas!
The messenger of God kowtowed and confessed all the crimes he knew about the northern tribes.
This included how to manipulate the parents of these followers and then win their hearts; the rain-praying ceremony was just a cover to defraud tributes such as beef and mutton; the only truly capable person in the northern tribe was the high priest, who was in cahoots with them...
What the messenger of God said was something that many people present could not accept for a moment, and the tribal residents picked up stones and threw them at the messenger of God!
Wen Qiao asked the chief to take the messenger away first and keep him under strict supervision, as she would interrogate him privately later.
The young and strong men from each tribe were captured by the northern tribe and sent to serve as soldiers. This fraudulent envoy of God must know something, such as the deployment of the Mi Kingdom to capture Haizhou Island.
The followers who had been speaking for the messenger of God before now had tears in their eyes. They had never expected that the savior they had believed in for so many years turned out to be their enemy.
The oldest of the attendants bowed deeply to Wen Qiao and Ge Zhu and said, "Thank you so much to this true divine messenger and this elder brother today. Otherwise, we would have been kept in the dark until our death!"
The other followers also followed him and bowed deeply.
"I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If you need anything in the future, Master Divine Messenger, please let me know."
Upon seeing this, the chieftain brought his people to pay their respects to Wen Qiao and said, "Thank you, Lord God's Messenger, for bringing the God's blessing to the Kingdom of Mi!"
At this time, no one dared to question the identity of Wen Qiao, the divine envoy.
Everyone regarded Wen Qiao as the true messenger of God!
Although it was raining heavily, everyone in the tribe was happy!
The chief invited Wen Qiao into the most luxurious felt house in the tribe. The tribal residents happily led out cattle and sheep and prepared meals for the messenger of God.
Ge Zhu and his men stripped the deceitful envoy of the gods of everything. In addition to the tokens of the northern tribe, they also found an agate necklace, a jewel mask, and an emerald ring...
The beautiful BMW, as beautiful as a dark cloud chasing the moon, was also led to the felt house where Wen Qiao lived.
In the felt room, Ge Zhu whispered to Wen Qiao, "This fraudulent divine messenger is called Lou Shu. Our brothers who were ambushed also captured two of his escaped companions, who are also the so-called divine messengers of the northern tribe."
"He looks like Lou Shu's follower, but in fact he works for the tribal leader."
Wen Qiao sat cross-legged on a wool blanket, wiping the water droplets from her face with a towel. She had changed into dry clothes after being soaked by the rain. Upon hearing Ge Zhu's words, she said, "It's a good thing we sent people to ambush us in advance, otherwise it would be disastrous if the people in the northern tribes got the news."
She looked at the respectful Ge Zhu and said, "Do you have any questions about today's matter?"
Hearing this, Ge Zhu became even more respectful: "No, you give orders, and I follow them. This is discipline."
Wen Qiao has already given him all the treasures from the fake messenger of God except the mask. Now he just needs to hold on tightly and make a fortune in silence.
"Never question the orders of your superiors."
Wen Qiao was very satisfied. What Ge Zhu said was exactly what she had scolded him for before landing on the island last night.
The person in front of me is a smart person.
"Okay, very good."
Wen Qiao waved his hand: "You go down first, call me when it's time for dinner."
Ge Zhu retreated.
Wen Qiao opened the dialog box with Jiang Lili: [Lili, what should we do next?]
After confirming the reason why the Mi Kingdom wanted to capture Haizhou Island, Wen Qiao was no longer panicked. As for the drought, they all had a solution.
It’s just that the people of Mi Kingdom are easy to appease now. They just want to have enough food and clothing and live a harmonious life with their families. But it’s hard to say what the King of Mi Kingdom and this mysterious northern tribe are planning.
Jiang Lili was a little tired of sending out red envelopes for rain, so she stood up and walked around. She ran into the waiter from the inn who came in hurriedly from the small door in the backyard.
The two of them happened to bump into each other.
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