Song Yin's voice resounded throughout the city, exploding in the ears of ordinary people in the city like a muffled thunder, shocking people's hearts.
Everyone stared blankly at the immortal who was tied up by the white mist above like a prisoner. They were unable to digest the meaning of it for a moment and just stood there.
Song Yin was not in a hurry. Instead, he stretched out his hand and the encyclopedia fell into his hand.
"Shu, tell me the information about Quan Cai Zong."
The book automatically flipped open and stopped at one page. When Song Yin was moved by it, the information in it appeared.
The Quancai Sect is a sect that uses its power to determine the prices of mortals as a means of spiritual practice.
In a nutshell, there are not too many, and even the number of people is not shown.
But Song Yin knew what this meant.
If it does not appear, it means that the sect is extremely large, so large that the number of people is not visible.
And the power to set prices
No need to think, just look at the Song seal and you will understand.
He stretched out his hand and pieces of paper flew out from the floating grain mountain. With just a glance, he could tell that they were deeds to land and houses.
"The power to set prices. Monopolizing the needs of mortals? And then using strange means to manipulate them and let mortals fall into it, and use this as a way to practice. This is truly an evil way!" Song Yin's eyes showed a cold look.
He looked at the Qi cultivators from the Soundless Sect and asked, "Where is the person from the Power and Wealth Sect?"
“No, I don’t know.”
When they were looked at by Song Yin, they had no intention of hiding anything. They felt that they would be burned clean by the scorching heat in his eyes in the next moment. It was not only their bodies that were burned, but they also felt that their souls were in pain.
"We really don't know. The person from the Quancai Sect just made an appointment with us that he will come to take over the city when the time comes. I guess it should be soon. Immortal, please let me go. I will help you find the Quancai Sect. Please let me go!" One of them shouted with his neck stiff.
His body wanted to tremble uncontrollably, but bound by the white mist, he couldn't even tremble instinctively.
"Great, Great Immortal, do you mean to leave the life and death of these people to us?"
The mortals below finally digested what Song Yin had said before, and one of them boldly asked upwards.
"Of course it is so. Life and death are in your hands!"
"But Great Immortal, we cannot accept the crime of killing an immortal. It is better for you to make the decision yourself." Another mortal said timidly.
These words woke up many mortals with murderous intent in their eyes and made them look fearful.
Yes, they cannot bear the sin of killing an immortal.
By then, these great immortals will just walk away, but they have lived here for generations and will be held accountable.
Even if they would stay here, who would dare to bear the crime of killing an immortal? The immortal's methods were very powerful.
Song Yin's voice exploded again, like thunder in the ears of mortals.
"You decide, and we take action! We won't allow anything that harms mortals! We will solve anything that is detrimental to mortals!"
"Immortals are mortals. We are no different from you. If we attack you, we are attacking us!"
"Don't worry about anything. We will do what you dare to do, and we will help you do what you don't dare to do!"
"My Jinxian Sect is a sect that saves the world and people, and we are also the agents of mortals! The purpose of our existence is to eliminate these evil ways and give you a world where you don't need to kneel or beg, but can survive by your own labor!"
"This is the contract between our Golden Immortal Sect and you mortals! And you mortals are protected by our Golden Immortal Sect!"
The sound was not only loud, but also penetrated into the hearts of ordinary people.
"Oh my!"
In front of a house in the distance, a middle-aged man staggered out, knelt down in front of his house, and looked at the disciples of the Sound and Silent Sect in the sky above with bare eyes.
He was one of those people who worked hard, and he worked obediently in the city. The gold and silver he earned from growing crops were enough to make ends meet in the past. However, these immortals left them with no food to eat. Even if they spent all the gold and silver they had saved with great difficulty, they would only get a tiny bit of food.
Later on, the money was useless as there was no food to buy in the whole city.
In the end, his son, who was only a few years old, starved to death.
His wife couldn't bear the shock and hanged herself.
It's not that I didn't want to leave, but the immortal said that there are monsters everywhere outside the city. Even if I'm lucky enough not to encounter any monsters, I will still see bandits.
Many people went to other cities to buy food and have not returned yet. Some of them were killed by the devils or by bandits.
They are the root of all this!
It was they who didn't allow themselves to have food to eat. There was so much food, and they could survive if they were given some!
They are already obedient to the immortals and they do whatever the immortals tell them to do.
Why!
Why not let them live!
The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his head and shouted, clenched his fists, and roared: "Kill them!"
“Kill them!”
The sound was not only made by him, but also by mortals' roars all over the city.
Their situations were all the same. Some of their mothers starved to death, some of their children starved to death, and they were all powerless to do anything and could only watch others die in front of them.
The powerlessness of mortals is fully demonstrated at this moment.
If there is no Song Yin
"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!!"
Throughout the city, the shouts of mortals were deafening. Even if you didn't listen carefully, the sound could be heard in all directions of the city.
Wang Qi was clenching his fists tightly, his eyes were wide open, his chest was heaving, and his breathing was obviously unstable.
He had seen and experienced the starving people everywhere.
So he felt even more deeply about this matter.
How are these people with and without voice different from the people in the restaurant? !
The difference is that he didn't have a senior brother at that time, but this group of mortals did!
"I'm going to fight with my senior brother!"
Wang Qi was staring at Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu fiercely at this moment, gritting his teeth and saying, "I accept your death!"
Zhang Feixuan fanned himself with a folding fan, his back straightened, "A real man is born between heaven and earth, and should have lofty ambitions. Let's do it!"
Immortals help mortals!
If at that time, when their family was hit by a flood, there were also brothers there.
The scene is so beautiful that it can only appear in dreams.
But now, someone has appeared on their behalf!
They are no longer mortals, there is no doubt about that. They have lived for forty or fifty years, and although their appearance has not diminished, there is no doubt about that they are no longer mortals. They have to admit that.
But mortals are everywhere!
How are these mortals different from them!
Gao Sishu's eyes were even more shaken. He lowered his head and uttered "hmm" heavily.
If I met my senior brother on the battlefield,
Then things would be different.
Gao Sishu is a selfish person, but at this moment, he can do something for mortals.
Just think of it as doing things for your former self!
The mortals' drumming and agitation made these disciples of the Sound and Silent Sect stunned at first, and then they showed expressions of extreme fear.
In their eyes, mortals are not human beings. Only the disciples of their sect and those practitioners can be considered human beings.
But now, the inhuman being was clamoring to kill them.
"Great Immortal, please spare my life, Great Immortal, please spare my life!" Some people were begging for mercy.
"You are following the evil way! You will not have an easy life! No one in the world will let you go!" Some people threatened with gritted teeth.
"If the people in the world were like you, I would not let them go first!"
Song Yin snorted coldly and clenched his five fingers tightly, "Kill!"
White gas rose up, causing these evildoers to scream miserably. They gradually melted and decomposed in the white gas, and not even ashes were left.