Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

Chapter 112 The Dark Emperor's Seduction of the Oiran (41)

"Full of loopholes." Quan Si said in a light tone.

The next second, he jumped up, and the blood flying sword in his hand turned blood red, showing a bewitching and terrifying light.

Qin Ji cooperated with him and suddenly took a few steps back, blocking Zhou Zhong's escape route.

On the other side, Xiao Muwei was also cleaning up the battlefield quickly.

He successfully captured the group of lackeys working for Zhou Zhou.

He was tied up tightly, leaving him no chance of escape.

He assigned some of his men to take the initiative to maintain order among the villagers and stabilize their hearts.

The moonlight today is very bright, but it is also destined to see blood.

Zhou Zhong had been a civil servant since childhood and had no ability to fight back at all.

Soon, wounds of varying sizes and depths appeared on his body.

The robe was stained red, but he stuck his sword into the ground and forced himself to stand up.

Compared to his miserable appearance, Quan Si was unharmed except for a few drops of blood on his sleeves.

The same was true for Qin Ji beside him.

The two men stood side by side, with their swords pointing directly at Zhou Zhong's neck.

A cold light flashed, it was the god of death shouting madly, wanting to take his life immediately.

All the villagers present were watching this scene.

They knew very well that Zhou Zhong was guilty of a grave sin, and that he had ruthlessly taken the lives of their relatives and friends like a devil.

At that time, they could only be imprisoned in iron cages, watching their loved ones being killed and bleeding.

Cutting off an arm or decapitating a head is painful, but there is nothing you can do about it.

With all this going on, how can I not hate it?!

They wish Zhou Zhong would die without a burial place!

"Kill him!" a woman in the crowd shouted loudly.

She burst into tears and her body trembled uncontrollably, "My young son was killed by his men..."

"He is still so young, and he has such a long way to go!"

"He should die!" another man echoed.

"Zhou Zhong, you will definitely go to hell after you die! You will not die a good death!"

The voice of one person may be insignificant, but when they are fully gathered together, their power cannot be underestimated.

The villagers' shouts were deafening and struck everyone's heart.

Xiao Muwei paused in holding the sword and looked up at the situation over at Quan Si.

If I say I'm not worried, I'd be lying.

But with His Majesty personally protecting me, nothing should happen.

However, he was unable to protect the other person, which made him feel depressed and vaguely uncomfortable.

what happened to him?

Ever since meeting Quan Si, Xiao Muwei felt that he had become very different from before.

We've only met a few times, why are you so upset?

This is really not like him.

"Your death is approaching, do you have anything to say?" Quan Si had no sympathy for Zhou Zhong.

He didn't want to waste time talking to the other party, he just wanted to give justice and results to these simple and kind villagers as soon as possible.

Blood oozed from the corner of Zhou Zhong's mouth. He covered the wound and fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

He didn't say anything, but turned around and crawled towards the cemetery behind him using his hands and feet with difficulty.

And his destination was the tombstone in the center.

There is a constant flow of river water rushing towards it, moistening the soil and soaking the tombstones.

Qin Ji frowned, trying to block his way.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhong became like a madman, ignoring everything around him and only had eyes for the tombstone.

Quan Si knew that he had completely lost his fighting ability and could no longer cause any trouble, so he did not try to stop him.

He and Qin Ji looked at each other, and both followed.

Zhou Zhong finally crawled to the front of the tombstone, but he looked extremely miserable at this time.

His face was stained with blood and the wounds on his body were bleeding continuously.

"Perhaps, there is no such thing as a resurrection ceremony in this world." Zhou Zhong laughed at himself.

He held the tombstone, took out the rusty hairpin from his pouch, and stuck it into the soil.

"The dead cannot be resurrected. I should have known that."

It's just too late.

He was crazy all his life.

The current result is within expectations.

Realizing what he was about to do, Quan Si hurried forward, but it was too late.

Zhou Zhong pointed the dagger at his own heart and stabbed it hard.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, but his hands held the muddy tombstone tightly.

As the revolving lanterns flashed, he seemed to see a bright and beautiful woman smiling at him.

"Zhou Lang, let's go home."

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The villagers had imagined countless ways Zhou Zhong might die, but they never expected that in the end he would end his own life with his own hands.

The news of his death quickly spread throughout Morisawa Village, and the oppressed people were completely liberated at this moment.

Amid public outrage, those subordinates who were loyal to Zhou Zhong were also beheaded in public.

Through democratic voting, they elected a new village official, an old man with a kind face.

As a monarch, Qin Ji deeply understood the people's feelings and took the initiative to arrange funeral ceremonies for the deceased villagers.

Upon learning that the education in Sensha Village was backward, Shen Fuji, who came all the way from Shengjing, took the initiative to write a letter requesting the construction of a free school there.

For young children to learn knowledge.

This idea was very much in line with the emperor's wishes, so Qin Ji drafted an imperial edict overnight and had it implemented immediately.

After several days of observation, Quan Si successfully found the key point and came up with a brilliant plan to divert the river.

In the past few days, his figure has always appeared in various places in the village, and the villagers are in awe of this banished immortal-like figure.

However, half a month later, the originally lifeless Morisha Village underwent earth-shaking changes.

As the Sensa River was successfully diverted back to its original river channel, the originally dry trees and plants quickly grew back again.

The problem of drought has been solved and there is vitality everywhere.

The crops in the villagers' farmland are growing well, and everyone has a happy smile on their face.

The school was built, and Shen Fuji and some civil servants from Shengjing personally taught the children how to read and write.

The clear sound of reading spreads across every fertile soil in Sensha Village, and everyone is busy preparing for their future life.

However, there are some headaches.

This day.

Quan Si took the 100th letter he received this month, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Beside him, Qin Ji stared at the letter in his hand.

"My Lord Imperial Master is truly quite popular." It was obvious that he was being sarcastic.

“……”Quan Si was sweating profusely.

Somehow, even though he didn't do anything, he felt a little guilty.

It's like being caught doing something bad.

"Those women have been secretly staring at you all day long. They are so frivolous." Qin Ji said in a light tone with a cold expression.

It seems that I am still too idle.

It seems that he has to order those women to learn more about weaving skills to prevent them from coveting his sweetheart.

Quan Si opened the letter, scanned it quickly, and then put it away again.

"..." Qin Ji didn't expect that he would actually open the letter and read it in front of him.

For a moment, I felt like my breath was stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down.

He was feeling uncomfortable.