Chishui City covers an area of thousands of miles and has a water storage capacity far exceeding that of the surrounding countries. The land is as red as cinnabar and the water flows in mud-red color, so this place is named Chishui.
The previous King of Chishui, who was well aware of the principle of not showing off one's wealth and not revealing one's personal wealth, had accumulated a strong army and built high city walls. He had been keeping a low profile until the young new king inherited the country. Only then did he decide to make great achievements to save the world, open the city gates, and accommodate the refugees who had come to him after hearing the news.
As soon as the news came out, it not only attracted wandering tribes, but also attracted caravans from all over the country, as well as spies from other countries. In just a few days, more than a dozen small communities of different ethnic groups had been built outside the city, and they were bustling day and night, more lively than a vegetable market.
Liu Fuguang cured the beggars, left a lot of water and cakes, and said goodbye to the city. At this moment, he and Yan Huan were standing outside Chishui City, watching the noisy scene in front of them.
"Do you think that the current King of Chishui is the God of Drought?" Yan Huan asked.
Liu Fuguang said: "Otherwise, how could the Guanshi Mirror guide us here?"
Not long after, the two of them watched for a while. Even though their cultivation was suppressed to the Jindan stage, they could still clearly sense the movements within a radius of 100 miles by sweeping their spiritual sense.
The dissatisfied and confused people, the numb and confused slaves, the suspicious army, the officials discussed the new king's policies in private, and even in the royal court, there were few people who supported him.
"What on earth is he going to do..." Liu Fuguang pondered.
Yan Huan said: "Why don't we just go and take a look at the person involved?"
So the two of them hid themselves and flew to the location of the palace.
The new king was over 20 years old, in the prime of youth, with deep features, dark skin like his father, and slightly red eyebrows, which made his face look like it was burned by fire. He wore a golden crown and a royal robe, and was alone in his bedroom, thinking.
Liu Fuguang thought about it, then blew out a puff of sparkling mist from his palm, covering the head of King Chishui.
The new king suddenly sighed and began to express his sorrow.
Yan Huan was surprised and asked, "I didn't know you had this ability. Why haven't I seen you use it before?"
"But being able to make people speak in harmony is not a special trick," Liu Fuguang said, "Hush, listen quietly."
"There are many obstacles inside and outside the royal court. How can I fulfill my vision?" King Chishui said to himself, "When I was young, I disguised myself and sneaked out of the royal city and mixed in with the common people. I wanted to see how the people lived, but I didn't want to see the city gates open. The army captured the refugee tribes outside and used them as slaves. The tribal leader and his family walked in front. He was old and frail, with tattoos on his body and animal teeth in his lips..."
After a pause, the Red Water King sighed and continued, "At that time, there was a widely circulated saying that the leaders of the wandering tribes were all descendants of the God of Sin. If you can get something from them and take them home to suppress them, you will be immune to evil. So when they walked into the city, they were surrounded by the citizens who rushed over."
"First it was tusks and clothes, then ears and hair, then fingers and toes, limbs and pieces of meat..." King Chishui covered his face and whispered, "I heard a lot of sounds, the clearest of which was the cry of a child, so sharp and piercing that not even the cry was left. When the citizens dispersed, the leader and his family had disappeared, completely disappeared... Even the blood on the ground was shoveled away by people and the soil."