Lord God Investigator

Meng Xinghun was hiding on the eaves of the main entrance of Xujiabao Fortress, covering his figure with a dark cloak, quietly observing the crowd gathered below.

He was very confused. It was not his idea to let Old Man Liu gather the villagers, but Ah Fu taught him what to do with Old Man Liu through Qianli Transmission.

In addition to the sound transmission ability of Qianli, Ah Fu also has the magical power of clairvoyance. He was three hundred miles away, but he knew exactly what was happening in front of Meng Xinghun, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Ah Fu said that it was because the bat armor was equipped with "interphones" and "cameras", and the sound and pictures were all broadcast to Ah Fu through some "communication base station".

Meng Xinghun guessed that what Ah Fu was talking about were the names of the magic weapons of the immortal family. He had already seen no surprises, and he did not go into it. After all, it was an old bat that was cultivated into a spirit, and it was normal to take out some weird things.

"Afu, why do you want Old Man Liu to summon the people? The people don't know how to use martial arts, and it's useless to gather a lot of people. If Xu Qingsong is ruthless to let Baoding suppress it, it will kill a lot of innocent lives."

A small device near his ear made A Fu's voice: "Master, this scene where the people gather is a teaching aid for the young master to teach the young master, so that the young master can learn a truth."

"What's the reason?"

"Revolution is the inevitable product of the intensification of class contradictions and social contradictions."

Meng Xinghun frowned, and he could understand every word in what Ah Fu said, but he didn't know what it meant when connected together.

"Master, let me ask you, are the people in this world suffering?"

Meng Xinghun said without thinking, "Bitter!"

He became an orphan at the age of six, struggling to survive with the flow of people fleeing, what kind of tragedy has not been seen? If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have become a two-legged sheep and entered the belly of the strong and hungry people.

There are countless orphans who have suffered the same fate as him, and only his four children, Ye Xiang, Xiao He, and Shi Qun, survived. This was the only way for the boss to survive by selling himself.

Where is the good year in the disaster year?

The government collects taxes and arbitrarily accepts donations. The martial arts schools near the villages also want to share a piece of the pie. Those school disciples eat meat all day long and do not produce. How can they support themselves?

To be a flat-headed citizen, just be bullied, want to resist?

With a scythe and shovel, how can you fight against the martial arts masters who go up and down, the sword picks the flying swallow, and the palm cracks the big stone?

The imperial court was faint and the corrupt officials were rampant, and they were stunned by the martial arts tycoons, but even if they were not faint, the court was unable to resist the martial arts.

The high officials of the imperial court were killed to extinction, but the six-door head hunters could not find out anything. As long as the martial arts people with extraordinary powers were more cautious, there would be no clues about the killings!

How dare the imperial court fight the entire martial arts?

Extreme swordsmen can set up a contest on the top of the Forbidden City. The great powers of the arena always control the economic lifeline of a rich and enemy country. The martial arts masters kill people on the street like killing chickens, and they never have the courage to come and arrest them.

The people in the world are the fish on the chopping board, and they can be killed.

The tragedy of Old Man Liu's house in Xujiapu is just the tip of the iceberg of the miserable lives of countless people in the world, and I am afraid that they will not be ranked among the top 100 tragedies.

It's a pity that the people are powerless to resist, and when people gather, they just form refugees. Tens of thousands of people who can’t survive want to form a rebel army to grab food. They don’t need to send troops to state and county government offices. I'm afraid that a few nearby powerful and martial arts sects will work together to fight them out. They will kill this group of anti-thieves and take the heads of men, women and children to the government to claim credit. .

Afu said: "Unsurprisingly, the people below will be tortured and killed later, just as you said. Do you see the look in their eyes? That is the look in their eyes that does not matter if they are numb. How sad? It's not necessarily better to live than to die."

Meng Xinghun only felt that his heart was pricked by a needle. He gritted his teeth and said: "Why don't you let me watch them die? Learning from your revolutionary principles, revolutionary revolution, is it killing oneself?"

Ah Fu’s indifferent voice came from the earphones: "The people below are not revolutionizing. They are like you. They don’t understand the least revolutionary principles. They are just a group of people who are suffocated and get together, their heads pouring out of the water. That’s it."

Ah Fu continued: "Have you ever seen the scene of winter fishing? The fisherman digs a big hole in the ice, and there are many fish who are holding back uncomfortably and gather to catch their heads and pant. As the net goes down, they all die, and they are all in the pot. The meat is caught every winter, and the fish don’t know that there are nets waiting for them? They can’t hold back, they would rather die than breathe."

Hearing this, Meng Xinghun trembled and was full of anger. He also felt like a fish trapped in the bottom of the water. He held a breath in his chest, but he didn't know how to release the breath.

He has always felt that he is just a hard-working little person, living eagerly, and can't take care of him, how can he care about others? He longed for a free and comfortable life, but found that life was a cage everywhere. Even if he escaped from the tall boss, the rivers and lakes are also a bigger cage. If they are free from the rivers and lakes, the world is still a cage.

There is no garden in the world where butterflies can fly freely and enjoy the spring!

"You don't want to kill, the bitterness of being forced to kill is a fart!"

Ah Fu’s icy voice came from the earphones: “Look at the group of people below. Which one is not more painful than you? Which one does not spend every day in torture. You still have money to buy drunk and find women to vent. They are so poor that they have pants. It’s hard to put it on, and there is nowhere to vent, it’s not just a hard day!

Meng Xingxun's face became hot, and Ah Fu broke all his secrets. The sadness and feelings that used to lie on the big rock, now I want to groan without illness, which makes people feel ashamed.

Luo Feng didn't intend to let him go, and continued: "You don't want to be a killer. You can run at any time with your hands and feet. There is a bit of charming fantasy in your heart. Being seduced by a half-aged milf, he refuses to leave. Can you starve to death with a single killer?"

"No!"

Meng Xinghun gritted his teeth and retorted: "Boss Gao saved my life..."

"How many people did you kill for her? Everyone is a fate. Just calculate how many lives have you paid for her? If I drop a bead worth hundreds of thousands of taels of gold, can't you get your life? Calculated this way, your life is really not cheap! Because you have learned the ability to kill and can make a lot of money by killing, so the value has risen from half a piece of steamed buns that year to ten thousand gold?"

"Look at the people below! Back then, you were one of them. You had money from killing people, you drank for a few years, played with women for a few years, and you forgot your origin. Without the people below, you You don’t even live to be six years old. It’s true that neither father nor mother is close to the eldest sister! After so many years, you have never thought about what you can do for the people who are struggling with your own ability?"

Meng Xinghun was scolded in a cold sweat, and he didn't know how to refute it. He wanted to wipe his neck with a sword, and just died.

But he can't, at least not now. If he commits suicide in this way, the people who gather because of him will be killed innocently, and his promise of revenge to Old Man Liu will not be fulfilled.

Besides, Ah Fu also confessed to him that if he could not find a good doctor, he would send the dying girl to the Arkham lunatic asylum on the top of the Huashan Mountain, where there is a famous doctor who can save the girl’s life and what else to do "plastic surgery" ", let the girl restore her appearance.

Meng Xinghun has always believed that being alive is a kind of responsibility, and he now has far more responsibilities on his shoulders than when he was in the cabin, and he couldn't just die.

Even if he was teased by Ah Fu, was scolded in a cold sweat, the ugly scars hidden deep in his heart were torn apart, and he wanted to die in pain, he had to live.