I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 94
Jingping Ling Zeng Wansui, the chief executive of the Jingping Yamen, also stepped onto the stage.

This person's name is Long Live, but his appearance is not heroic and rough. Instead, he has a bookish air. He has a long figure, a civil servant's brocade robe, and is dignified and elegant.

Du Renlong, Shu Min and Chen Daorong respectfully returned to Zeng Wansui. Seeing their miserable condition, everyone in the audience felt sad and their voices gradually became quieter.

Xiu Niang stopped sobbing. She stood up excitedly and looked at the high platform with her feet on her feet. Her almond-shaped eyes turned into crescents when she smiled, and two lines of tears of joy fell down.

Zeng Wansui smiled sincerely, patted Du Renlong's shoulder with his hand, and said to everyone: "You have worked hard. On behalf of the imperial court and the Jingping Yamen, I accept your return. Now, everyone is waiting for you. Please tell us the truth. Tell everyone."

Prince Siqian has actually realized that he made a common sense mistake. He should not say those long and elegant words, and should be more down-to-earth.

At this time, when he saw Du Renlong waiting for the official to return, he put down the stone in his heart and turned his head rapidly. He saw Song Boyu, and Song Boyu also saw him.

The two nodded silently, as if there was a tacit understanding.

Du Renlong is very experienced and has experienced many big scenes. Although it is his first time to face so many people, he is neither stage frightened nor arrogant like some immortal cultivators.

The common people are the foundation, not only the foundation of the imperial court, but also the foundation of the monks, and even more the foundation of the human race.

A true human monk would never look down upon these people.

Moreover, they are not just ordinary people, but also vivid faces, who will cry, laugh and be sad.

"Fellows of Shangxiang, my name is Du Renlong, and I am a Ping Yilang officer. I will now tell you the truth about this horrific corpse transformation. The real culprit who caused the corpse transformation was also eradicated by the five of us. Got it!"

As soon as the words fell, he threw the blue crystal in his hand into the air, and a water-blue picture unfolded in an instant. It was the time when the three officials, Du Renlong, Shu Min, and Chen Daorong, flew with their swords and arrived at the entrance of the polluted blood pool.

Old man Wu Yan often performs puppet shows, and he specializes in narration at this time, which is also accompanied by water-breathing images. The sound and pictures are both beautiful and easy to understand.

The minds of the people also fluctuated, sometimes shouting, sometimes shouting happily, and sometimes nervously silent.

Shu Min was forced to amputate her arm, which made many people shed tears. Chen Daorong risked his life to fight, and Song Boyu was not afraid of his low strength and rescued him bravely, which broke the hearts of everyone.

Wu Yan and Du Renlong fought against the four bronze corpses, which made people applaud even more.

In the end, everyone worked together, and when Shu Min and Chen Daorong, who each lost an arm, pierced the human-crocodile fangs into the death hole of the Bronze Corpse Puppet Emperor, the audience cheered.

This kind of performance is unprecedented and eye-catching.

After watching such a wonderful battle, coupled with the meat paste presented by Du Renlong, many people have already believed it, and their sad mood has been somewhat relieved.

In the sky, there is an invisible battle of luck, and the situation changes drastically.

The pack of wolves dispersed, and the Haechi's light shone brightly.

But there are still some lone wolves lingering and refusing to leave, seeming to want to plan a new wave of attacks.

In the audience, someone shouted loudly: "These pictures are all created by your government. We can't believe it now! Do you think it is the culprit or the culprit?"

"Yes! We can't believe it. This is just a big deception. This corpse transformation was caused by the government itself!"

……

The imperial envoy's face was livid. He had already realized that there were careerists, scoundrels and saboteurs among the people of Shangxiang Mansion.

"The water in Shangxiang has become turbid, and we must make great efforts to clean it."

On the stage, the corners of Du Renlong's mouth turned up slightly. As an old Ping Yilang official, he was very aware of these twists and turns, but it was not his time to speak now.

Du Renlong walked towards Jingping and ordered Zeng Wansui, and whispered a few words. Zeng Wansui couldn't help but nodded, and then found the king of the palace, Siqian.

Wang Siqian was very unhappy when he saw that there were still people making trouble, but those guys were mixed in the crowd and it was really difficult to find them out.

He was reflecting on the fact that he was too eager to change the unfavorable situation, and instead he was taken advantage of.

There has to be a reckoning afterwards, if you can get through today.

Just when his thoughts were wandering, Zeng Wansui approached and bowed, and whispered a few words. King Siqian nodded slightly and thought it was feasible.

After a while, Wang Siqian stood up, walked to the center of the high platform, glanced at everyone, and said loudly:

"Everyone, everyone! Since I want to verify the authenticity of this pile of meat, see if it is the remains of the Bronze Corpse Puppet Emperor.

How about inviting people from the Three Pillars of the Holy Land, the Folklore Cultivators and the Jingping Yamen to jointly deduce it?

In the face of magic from all sides, everything will come to light. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the people who had been arranged long ago immediately shouted in the crowd: "Yes, please invite people from the Holy Land. We can trust the priest Wu Zhu of the Holy Land."

There were also some people who were still raising questions and raising questions, but this time Wang Siqian had already arranged for people to follow him and immediately "invited" those who questioned him.

On the surface, he was very polite and asked them to supervise on the stage, but Wang Siqian's slightly squinted eyes proved what he was thinking.

Song Boyu stepped aside at this time, looking at his eyes, nose and heart, like a statue.

"What I said last time, 'Don't do evil because it's small, don't do good because it's small', actually tied him to me. If he falls because of this, it won't be a good thing for me. .”

He watched and waited quietly, the high priests of the three holy places came soon, and several well-known casual cultivators in Fucheng also appeared on the stage.

The ordinary people in the audience raised their heads and watched. In fact, most of them had already believed it. After all, the water image looked too real.

But having more authoritative monks verify it is also a psychological comfort for them.

Moreover, it is also very satisfying that parents, officials and immortal masters who are usually aloof and superior can condescend to verify and explain for them today.

Under the stage, Ba Ang looked up and said in a low voice, "Master Xun, why do you think these big men are so patient today? The last time the blood moon overran the sky, I never saw Fu Jun so patiently comforting me."

Xun Feipeng shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's because too many people died this time?"

"Hey, it's because the number of people who died exceeded a certain number that shouldn't be exceeded!"

Behind the two of them, an old voice suddenly came.

The two of them looked back and saw an old man wearing colorful costumes and face paint, who looked like a storyteller.

In an environment where everyone is serene, the old man stands out and is very different.

Xun Feipeng bowed and asked, "May I ask my father-in-law, what do you mean by the number you mentioned?"

The old man smiled: "There are more than ten thousand dead, the whole city is untouched, and the undead gather and stay together, and if they combine with the grievances of the living, it is likely to cause a big change.

Prince Fu is trying to save himself. An imperial envoy from the capital must come here. Either Prince Fu will calm down the situation on his own, or he will use his head to calm the situation down! "

Xun Feipeng looked as if he had realized something: "I didn't expect that there was such a saying. I wonder where you got it from, old man."

(End of this chapter)