After three rounds of meals, the sun had set and another night was coming, but Liu Xun found that the villagers who came into the city today were squatting on the street. It was autumn and the wind was biting. Many people huddled together to keep warm, and their lips were frozen purple.
Liu Xun knew that because these villagers had no cultivation and could not play any role, and would also take up the town's food, they were abandoned by the town's rulers. But because they were of Chinese descent after all, the city lord could not drive them away, which led to the current situation.
"Reality! It is always so cruel. Although there is no smell of blood, it is much more terrifying than that bloody scene." Liu Xun sighed again and turned to walk into the house. There was nothing he could do about this matter and he could only wait and see.
Three days had passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, Liu Xun had met other cultivators, but had never negotiated with them. However, this morning, the mysterious city lord finally showed up and summoned all the cultivators in the town to discuss matters.
To be honest, Liu Xun had no interest in this town, but after all, he lived here, ate other people's food, drank other people's drinks, so he had to do something practical, so he went there. When he and the other monks arrived at the town hall, he immediately felt speechless.
This is a discussion, almost 3,000 monks standing together in the square, how can this be called a discussion? It can be called a gathering, but there is no one around. Shaking his head and sighing, this town cannot be compared with a city.
About an incense stick of time later, a fat man with fat all over his body and eyes almost narrowed into a slit walked out. When the fat man walked out, the monks around him immediately started talking. From the surrounding voices, Liu Xun knew that the fat man was the lord of this town.
The fat city lord walked from inside the hall to outside, which was about 180 steps, and then he sat down on a chair like a dog, panting for a few breaths, and then he slowly said: "These days, you have eaten my food, drank my water, and lived in my house. You know better than anyone how I treat you."
At this point, the fat city lord took a few breaths. Liu Xun was a little speechless at this time. If this fat man finished speaking, would he suffocate to death? And how did he get so fat? There were so many villagers in the city, but he didn't go to help them, but only cared about eating and drinking? He raised himself like a pig.
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Liu Xun's eyes, but then disappeared. After all, he was on someone else's territory, and the other party was also a compatriot of the Chinese descent. Maybe the other person was born fat. After all, some people gain weight even by drinking water.
The fat city lord took a deep breath and drank a big sip of water. He glanced at the monks below with his small eyes like rat eyes and continued: "In the past few days, some refugees have come to our town, but these are not a problem. This city lord is also very kind and allows them to live here, but..."
At this point, the fat city lord paused again, a trace of anger flashed in his small eyes, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "But these bastards actually brought the foreign land here! This city lord has received news that the foreign land is coming towards our town. This disaster is caused by those bastard people, so this city lord wants to ask you for a favor."
Hearing this, the fat city lord's constant calling the people bastards had already made many cultivators look angry, and Liu Xun was just one of them. He glanced around and found that no one was ready to come forward, so he endured it. After all, no one wanted to be the first to stand out.
"Please speak clearly, Lord City Lord." Just when everyone was silent, a middle-aged monk with two long swords on his back suddenly knelt down and bowed to the fat city lord and shouted loudly.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Xun snorted coldly in his heart. This was simply a concerted effort. He was sure that the middle-aged monk in front must be a close confidant of this pig-like city lord.
The fat city lord smiled at the middle-aged monk, nodded, and continued: "This city lord will never let you do anything dangerous, especially things that threaten your life. You just need to kill all the bastards who enter this town, and then hang their heads in front of the city gate. When the foreigners come, this city lord will say a few good words to them, and we won't have to die."
"Of course, those people are bastards, but they are also my compatriots. I feel very guilty for doing this, but for the sake of the people in the town and your lives, I can only bear the pain."
As soon as the words fell, about 2,000 of the 3,000 monks below immediately changed their expressions. What a joke? Killing their own people? If this city was mainly for them to fight with foreigners, even if there was no chance of winning, even if they were bound to die, they would never say no, but now...
The fat city lord talked about it so magnificently, but was it really for the benefit of the people in the town? That was definitely impossible, because every time the foreigners passed through a village, they were almost always massacred. Although they did not dare to massacre the town, they were only afraid of the pressure of public opinion from China.
But does not massacre the city mean that we can live in peace? This is definitely not the case. If we can live in peace, this fat city lord will not do such a thankless thing. If the town is breached by foreign invaders, I am afraid that this place will directly become a purgatory on earth!
But even if they listened to the fat city lord and killed those people, could they really escape the disaster? No one knew...
"My Lord City Lord, we can't kill them! We would rather fight with those beasts from foreign lands than kill our compatriots!" Finally, one of the monks lost his patience and knelt on one knee in front of the fat city lord, speaking loudly.
"Yes, Lord City Lord, we would rather die in battle! We request the order from the Lord City Lord to defend the town to the death and coexist with the people." With the first place, there is the second place. There is never a shortage of reckless men and people who are blinded by blood in this world. Although they are right, the ending of such people is the same, that is, death.
When the two monks spoke, Liu Xun shook his head and sighed, thinking: "These two fools, even if they know it in their hearts, they don't need to say it all, right? This matter can't be solved by words."
Just as Liu Xun expected, shortly after the two monks spoke, the fat city lord suddenly laughed, with a cold light flashing in his rat eyes. Finally, at the wave of the fat city lord's hand, the middle-aged monk with two swords on his back suddenly moved.
When the sword flashed, two heads rose high into the sky, and two blood pillars shot up into the sky, instantly dyeing half the sky red! The heads fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Liu Xun frowned. This is a master! There was no sword intent in the two swords, only killing intent. (To be continued)