Longevity: Never leave the mountain until you are invincible

Jingzheng thirty-three years, January 11th.

This day.

Changlefang was particularly deserted. There were not many pedestrians on the road. There were no people in front of the major shops because everyone gathered in a swarm at the food market entrance in the downtown area.

Caishikou is a great scene.

Beheaded in the street!

Most people like to have fun, and the people in the imperial capital are no exception.

Not long after, the execution ground was surrounded by people, with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Common people, scholars, wealthy businessmen, and children.

Chu Chen frowned slightly, why did he bring children to such a bloody place?

"Human blood steamed buns?"

When he saw the white steamed buns in the hands of the children's parents, Chu Chen frowned deeper.

Steamed buns soaked in the blood of prisoners can cure all incurable diseases and can also enhance the physical fitness of children.

This statement is spread in many places in the Yan Kingdom and is believed by many people.

Chu Chen had only heard about it before, but never thought that he would actually see such a thing.

In addition to the parents of these children, there were also some people who looked at the execution ground with eager eyes.

They all have one thing in common. In the cold winter months, they wear shabby and thin clothes and have sallow complexions. They look like they are suffering from chronic malnutrition.

"refugee."

Chu Chen sighed and recognized the identities of these people.

Last year, there was a severe drought in Yongning Prefecture, Yunyang Prefecture and other places, which lasted for more than half a year. There was no grain harvest, causing hundreds of counties and towns to be affected and fell into famine.

Two million people were displaced and flooded with victims.

As a result, the situation in the Yan Kingdom was turbulent, turmoil broke out in various places, and uprisings occurred one after another, making the world more and more difficult.

Yongning Mansion is close to the imperial capital, and many refugees flock to the imperial capital and live in slums in the outer city.

These refugees are both lucky and unfortunate.

Fortunately, they escaped to the imperial capital and did not have to face the chaotic situation outside, but unfortunately, it was not easy to survive in the imperial capital.

Prices in the imperial capital are generally higher than in other places, so the expenses are naturally high.

As for the court, the officials only wanted to make money and would not care about the lives of these refugees.

Living is already difficult.

But fate always finds the poor. After a severe drought comes a severe cold. This winter is colder than in previous years.

For ordinary people in the imperial capital, no matter how cold the weather is, it is just a matter of wearing more clothes, but for these refugees, it is a life-or-death disaster.

The weather is cold and the ground is freezing. Strong people can withstand it, but the elderly, children and patients at home cannot.

These refugees may not believe that human blood steamed buns can cure all diseases and improve their physical fitness, but they have no choice but to try, which is their last hope.

"This world..."

Chu Chen sighed in his heart.

If this is the case in the capital of a country, one can imagine the situation in other parts of the Yan Kingdom.

People died of hunger everywhere, and Yi Zi ate each other.

Just eight words, just thinking about it, makes people shudder.

"The time has come!"

At this time, the time teller shouted at the top of his lungs.

Everyone was shocked. When they looked up, they saw prisoners being led to the execution ground one after another.

"Are these people rebels?"

"It is said that this group of rebels led people to break through the gate of Yongning Mansion and cut off the head of the governor of the first mansion."

"Look at that man, the leader of this group of rebels. He killed more than a hundred officials. However, I heard that he opened the granary and saved many people."

The people who were watching were talking a lot.

Chu Chen looked at this group of prisoners, saying that they were rebels, but more like a group of ordinary farmers, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and they looked better than the refugees at the execution ground.

His body was covered with shocking scars left by severe torture.

The leader of the rebels in the eyes of others is a thin, dark man with a simple and honest face.

"Yao...hou...Gaisi!"

The rebel leader's eyes widened and he struggled to utter four plausible syllables. With each syllable he spat out, blood spurted out from his throat.

The other prisoners all uttered similar syllables.

Suddenly, there were exclamations from the crowd.

It turned out that the tongues of these prisoners had been cut out.

"The Demon Queen deserves to die?"

Chu Chen heard the words in the prisoners' mouths and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

This group of prisoners used to be mostly honest farmers who only knew how to farm. If they were bullied, they would not fight back, let alone have the idea of ​​killing officials.

But if the government forces the people to rebel, the people have no choice but to rebel!

How could they embark on the path of rebellion if they were not desperate?

To be able to push a group of honest people to this point, the Queen and the Zhang family behind her must have contributed a lot.

"A bunch of trash, what are you waiting for? Behead these rebels quickly!"

The prison officer also heard what these prisoners said, and suddenly fell into panic, throwing out red lottery tickets and roaring angrily.

The executioner did not dare to neglect, and slashed down the swords in his hands.

next moment.

Dark red blood spurted out from the severed head, covering most of the execution ground.

"good!"

The onlookers cheered loudly and were extremely excited. They didn't care why the prisoners rebelled, as long as they had fun watching, their goal had been achieved.

The group of refugees even swarmed forward, soaking steamed buns with human blood and feeding them to their children, or taking them home to feed the elderly and sick at home.

They also would not care about this group of prisoners, even though not long ago, these prisoners were refugees just like them.

night.

Chu Chen was sitting in the backyard of the pawn shop, not practicing martial arts, but drinking alone.

How to practice if your mind is blocked?

The scene during the day lingered in my mind.

The rebels who would rather die than surrender, the indifferent refugees, the indifferent people, the panicked executioners, all flashed before my eyes.

At this time, if I practiced forcibly, I might go astray.

"Hu~"

Chu Chen put down the wine glass, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

Although he was immortal, he had experienced too little, and his mental concentration was far from enough. He could not be calm and his heart would fluctuate because of what he thought and saw.

Perhaps after a long time, he would slowly get used to it and learn to take it easy.

But when he saw such a scene for the first time, he couldn't help but care.

"How can I vent my emotions?"

Chu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, held his chin with both hands, and thought about how to relieve his emotions.

After a while, he came up with a solution.

Pierce a villain.

Pierce a villain, curse a few times in the morning and evening, and maybe you can vent the pent-up energy in your heart.

Chu Chen found the materials immediately after thinking of it.

However, there was a problem. He had never seen the queen and didn't know what she looked like.

"How ugly it is, just do it!"

Chu Chen didn't bother. He just wanted to relieve his emotions. He didn't ask for a similar appearance, as long as the spirit was similar.

A doll with eyes as small as beans, raised eyebrows, hump nose, sharp teeth, drooping mouth corners, and a sarcastic look was freshly baked.

Then, on the back of the doll, he wrote the seven characters "Empress Zhang Feiyan of Dayan" in simplified Chinese characters from his previous life that others couldn't understand.

It's done.

"I curse you to have sores on your feet, worms in your brain, pus in your bones, and die suddenly tonight!"

"Die for me!"

"..."

Chu Chen cursed the villain with all his heart, and he felt much better.

He decided to curse the villain a hundred times before going to bed every night to relieve his emotions.