There was a thunderstorm overnight, and eighty-one people in Qingshi Village died suddenly and mysteriously.
The seven-year-old child has become a seventy-year-old skeleton with his hands pointing north.
With a stroke of his pen, the county magistrate ordered the corpses to be poured with oil and burned at noon on the grounds of an "emergency epidemic" in an attempt to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces of them!
Lu Chenzhou, who was a small scribe, held the broken official seal with a missing corner in his hand and coldly opened the straw mat.
Damn your mother's epidemic! This is clearly a high-ranking immortal sect who is using the lives of the entire village to protect himself from the catastrophe!
"Not having a household registration does not mean that you don't have a name."
"You regard the people at the bottom as the scapegoats of the world of cultivation, then I will use my life to overturn the scale of cause and effect!"
The remaining seal is hot, and the debt chain appears.
Lu Chenzhou held down the copper seal with one finger and staked his longevity, forcefully forcing the thunder and fire to flow back thirty miles!
That day, on the Tribulation Platform thirty miles away, the supreme genius was shattered by black lightning and his protective aura was shattered.
On that day, the world of cultivators finally remembered the fear of being forcibly collected by mortals.
"This account has led to recognition. Whose turn is next?"
