Lord of the night.

Chapter 889: White Mist Island! [Additional chapter 26 for Golden Alliance Crazy Man]

Countless people smashed the statue of Fang Che to pieces, but countless people remained pious.

Especially those who were rescued from suffering by Fang Che, although some people stood up to restore order and madly cursed Fang Che, the vast majority of people seemed to have instantly transformed into fighters, fighting against the people around them, fighting against public opinion, and fighting against the general trend.

Resist desperately and defend vigorously.

"No matter what you say, Fang is always a good person!"

There are still too many people like this.

The society began to polarize, and even those fence-sitters standing in the middle were almost nonexistent under such circumstances!

The entire southeast was engaged in fierce fighting, either verbal sparring or outright physical combat.

This is the case with Donghuzhou, Baiyunzhou and Baixiangzhou.

But in Baiwuzhou, it is peaceful. Baiwuzhou is not like Donghu, Baiyun, Baixiang and other islands, which are all inland and in areas with developed transportation.

Therefore, the civilians in these inland continents actually live a pretty good life.

But Baiwuzhou is different. Baiwuzhou is located in a remote area, and all ordinary people are almost all poor people.

For most families, going hungry for two meals in three days is the norm, and there is no way out.

Ever since Fang Che's murder of Baiwuzhou, everyone's life has been getting better day by day.

Not only can we have enough food to eat, but we can also have extra money and let our children get some education and grow up better.

Before Captain Fang came, Baiwuzhou was full of bullies, but after Captain Fang came, there was no one left!
So when this wind blew to Baiwuzhou, even the people of Baiwuzhou were very curious.

"Wow, someone actually dared to frame Captain Fang! Are you crazy?"

"Such a heartless person will be punished sooner or later!"

"What does it matter whether you believe it or not? Anyway, Mr. Fang is worshipped in my house. I will continue to worship him in the future."

"What does the Night Demon have to do with me? What Night Demon Cult Leader? I only know Captain Fang!"

"If it weren't for Mr. Fang, I wouldn't be able to live this kind of life. If he is a god, I will believe in God. If he is a devil, I will worship the devil from now on."

"It's ridiculous. Is it so easy to accuse someone of a crime?"

Countless old people use crutches to teach their children and grandchildren at home: "Be a man with conscience! I don't care what others do, but in our family, if anyone dares to scold Mr. Fang, you can try it!"

"You can't even curse me outside! If I find out, get out of this house! I don't have such ungrateful offspring!"

Countless old men pointed at the so-called "Twenty-three Articles" with their walking sticks, looking at them with disdain: "What is this? It's just a broken book!"

"I have seen countless things like this in my life. You believe the words in a broken book instead of the rice you eat? Are your brains filled with shit?"

"Don't even talk about that. I don't even believe in your so-called history. Isn't that just the storyteller's words? Just listen to what the storyteller says. It's just for fun. It's nothing. It doesn't affect the house or the food."

"Isn't this something written by a scholar? Can't a scholar write whatever he wants? Do you believe what he wrote? Are you a scholar?"

"It's settled! No one is allowed to curse, just burn incense to Mr. Fang! We ordinary people are counting on Mr. Fang to bless us. What? Do you expect these twenty-three articles to give you white rice to eat? Eat them, you paralyzed man?"

This trend affects Baiwuzhou.

The strange thing is that what the twenty-three articles stirred up in Baiwuzhou was not a general verbal attack from the other side, but a crazy abuse of the writers.

A big man opened his shirt to reveal his chest full of black hair. He held twenty-three pieces in his hand and stood on a high place and asked loudly, "Do you know what this is?"

"What is this?" the crowd understood.

"This is something written by a scholar!" the big man roared.

“Oh oh oh…literati…” the crowd responded.

"Do you know what writers use to write?" the big man asked again

"Use a pen, what else can you use?" The crowd rolled their eyes.

“Hahaha, of course it was written with a pen.”

The big man laughed wildly: "Do you know why the thing that writers use to write is called a pen? Why can't it be called something else?"

This question aroused everyone's interest and everyone asked together: "Why?"

The big man showed a lewd smile: "Because this sound is the same as that thing, it is written with this thing, it must be called this name, it must be pronounced this way, do you know why? Because this thing... you can do whatever you want with it!"

"Hahahahaha..."

There was a sudden burst of laughter from below.

Countless women also heard it, and turned their heads away with red faces: "Bah! Vulgar!"

The big man was obviously a man of excitement. He was getting happier and waving the twenty-three sticks, shouting, "So this thing we use to write can only be called a pen, and definitely not a dildo! Do you understand? Our ancestors were very wise!"

There was a sudden burst of laughter.

Countless people laughed and cursed at the same time: "This idiot still knows to praise our ancestors, but the praise is not in the right place. Is this where the wisdom of our ancestors is manifested?"

A storyteller was beaten out of the restaurant with sticks. His face was covered in blood and he banged on the door desperately: "I don't dare to do it anymore. I don't dare to say it anymore. I still have to eat... I will never dare to do it again." More and more people gathered around.

The boss came out with his arms folded, his back straight and his belly protruding, and spat with disdain: "Don't laugh at me, this old guy actually dared to show up in my store with the 23 curses written by that damned thing against Captain Fang! Damn it, this is bad luck! I won't do business with this old guy and I won't let him stay in my store. Get out! Get out now!"

In a teahouse, a storyteller was surrounded and kicked by the audience!

"I told you to scold Mr. Fang!"

"Asshole! You actually cursed Mr. Fang!"

"You old thing who relies on entertaining men to beg for food actually scolded Mr. Fang. To put it bluntly, aren't you a beggar? If Mr. Fang hadn't managed Baiwuzhou so well, you wouldn't even have a place to beg! How dare you scold me! It turns out that all scholars are bad!"

Several noble families in Baiwuzhou wanted to take advantage of this trend to do something, but they were urgently stopped before they could act.

"The public outrage has completely turned against us. At this time, we must not go against this trend. Although they are all ordinary people, if these peasants really go crazy, they can really make it impossible for our whole family to survive in Baiwuzhou!"

"Hurry up and start praising Captain Fang. Besides, the peasants are right. What does the Night Demon and the Blood Demon have to do with it? Will they bring disaster to Baiwuzhou?"

"The whole family has been instructed."

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The master of the Baiwuzhou Palace has been replaced. The original master, Wu Zhiyun, has disappeared, and the new master's surname is Jin.

On the first day of taking office, the Twenty-Three Articles will be implemented throughout the country.

but……

Just after the order was issued, the former deputy hall master suddenly turned pale, covered his stomach and fell down. Everyone was shocked: "What happened? What happened?"

"My subordinate... has a stomachache... I think I've been poisoned..."

The deputy hall master was sweating profusely, his voice trembling: "Please take a leave... rest... treat the disease..."

"Hurry and send the deputy hall master home."

Then he found out that another war hall leader had taken his men out on a mission and had not returned overnight. The next day, all of them were sent back with broken arms and legs, lying on a carriage: "We subordinates are ashamed... We can only ask for leave..."

"I have a pill..."

"Don't waste such expensive medicine... just take care of it for a few days."

The battle hall is over.

Then everyone in the Deacon Hall suddenly suffered from food poisoning, and everyone went home to recuperate.

One day.

The Lord of the Golden Palace discovered that except for himself and a trusted person he brought with him, there was no one guarding the palace.

There is no one left.

Even the doorman and the cook were gone.

Even the dumbest person would understand this by now.

The Golden Palace Master was so angry that his face turned purple: "This is a rebellion! This is against the heavens!"

"If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!"

In a rage, the Golden Palace Master contacted his superiors and reported to the Southeast Headquarters, requesting that those people be punished.

Zhao Shanhe was furious: "You bastard, you can't even be a hall master, what are you doing there? Your Jin family swore to recommend a loser like you? If you can't do it, get out! I don't want a shit-eating person like you! You can't even handle your own subordinates, what kind of hall master are you?! And you have the nerve to complain to me? Where's your f*cking face? Don't the Jin family even have a little dignity?"

Zhao Shanhe finally caught someone and cursed him to his heart's content.

The Jin Palace Master's face turned blue from being scolded. But Zhao Shanhe's scolding was reasonable.

As the palace master, you can't even take care of one person. What do you do for a living?
So he went to see the deputy hall master in a humble manner, but the conversation broke down and the two of them started arguing. Hall Master Jin was naturally more powerful, and the deputy hall master was definitely not his opponent, but the deputy hall master just gave up.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I'm resigning, okay? I didn't want to do this a long time ago. I have a lot of strength. I can do anything better than this. Now you want to take my knife, right?"

"Okay. I'll quit. As you wish."

The deputy hall master wrote a letter of resignation on the spot and threw it over.

"I am no longer your subordinate. I have resigned. It has nothing to do with you. Get out now, right now, right now! I feel sick when I see people with the last name Jin. You have changed my view of wealth. I used to like gold the most, but now, I feel sick just by looking at it. Damn it... How am I going to live in the future..."

As for the others, everything is basically the same.

When the hall master insisted on giving the medicine to a deacon with a broken leg, the deacon told the truth: "Mr. Jin, please don't bother me. Do you think my leg was broken accidentally? I broke it myself. You healed me, but I can break it again."

"I'm keeping this leg for you to run errands and frame Captain Fang? What the hell do you want?"

"Why did your Jin family send you here? Do you think we are all stupid and don't know? If you really can't cooperate, you can find someone else. If it doesn't work, you can fire me. If it doesn't work, I can resign... Anyway, I'll just say this: anyone else can come, but if one of your six families can gain a foothold in Baiwuzhou, I will change my name to Shit-Eating Dog!"

"The emperor is far away in Baiwuzhou, and the people here are just like that!"

"If you don't believe it, just try it!"

(End of this chapter)