Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 982 Plague
Just choose to remain silent, as if you know nothing.

"Should we tell the king? Or the Queen Mother Hou Tu..."

Soon, Xing Tian arrived, walked into Dayi's room and saw him sitting there in a daze. He couldn't help but sigh.

"We won't be with them anymore, just be at ease."

"No, I am..." Dayi came back to his senses and said a few words nervously. He didn't want to be a traitor.

"It's okay. I've already reported it to Queen Hou Tu. We'll listen to her on what to do. If there's no news, we'll just pretend we don't know."

In the underworld, Hou Tu looked at the book in her hand, her eyes darkened, and then she burned the book directly. After a long silence, she sighed heavily, "Try again, Jiang... Don't blame me."

heaven.

Fuxi looked at the booklet in his hand and couldn't help but snorted coldly. He glanced at Haotian and Yaochi who were helping at the side, and restrained his emotions.

[If Hou Tu knew who the Emperor of Earth and the head of the Five Emperors arranged by Ren Jiang were, she wouldn't have so many concerns! ]

Then he sighed again. Fuxi had to admit that Murong Ji could find anyone!

Murong Ji was sitting in the Yuqing Palace.

After finishing the last booklet, he stretched and stood up, feeling good.

"You look around at the vast expanse of land, the silver-clad mountains and rivers, all of which are captured in your poetry. You sigh how few times can you experience such scenery in your life..."

Humming a little tune, Murong Ji headed towards the Qingyun Villa behind the Yuqing Palace.

Villains have their own way of living. When it comes to the development of the human race, villains are more suitable for promoting the development of the situation.

Yesterday’s vested interests are today’s obstacles and tomorrow’s enemies.

When they gain the upper hand, they will make preparations for the rescue, remove any obstacles and eliminate any enemies.

When he entered the yard, he saw Chang Xi sitting at the table, practicing quietly. Murong Ji did not disturb her and sat quietly opposite her.

But I was thinking about many trivial things in my mind.

Now, the souls of Di Jun and Hong Yun are still in his hands, and he has to find a time to reintegrate them into the human race.

Murong Ji was thinking about when the time would be right. Hong Yun's personality was suitable for development, and Di Jun's personality was suitable for exploration.

The two of them were just one in front and one behind.

Without saying anything more, seeing that Chang Xi had stopped practicing, Murong Ji directly pulled her up, sat her in his arms, and began to ravage her.

"It's happened so many times, and you still haven't had enough."

"Who made you... taste so good!"

Holding Chang Xi into the room, soon the sound of gurgling water was heard in the room.

After the storm, Murong Ji hugged Chang Xi, but he couldn't sleep. Until then, Murong Ji thought to himself, it is better to open up than to block, it would be better to choose a human king from the witch clan.

It is actually not easy to completely integrate an ethnic group.

Generally speaking, if it becomes a vested interest, it will naturally safeguard the interests of the entire ethnic group.

If you only care about yourself, then it is better to completely eliminate them. Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This "I" is the mind that is devoted to the entire human race with both body and mind.

Rather than those who only care about the interests of their own clan and ignore the overall interests. Such people are not conducive to the overall development of the prospects, so it is better to get rid of them as soon as possible.

The current witch clan is isolated from the group, and it will be a problem if nothing happens.

Murong Ji was thinking in his heart, and the members of the witch clan flashed through his mind one by one. For a moment, he felt a headache. There was really no witch suitable to be the human king.

The witch clan is too selfish. They only care about the interests of the witch clan and never consider the development of the human race, let alone the overall situation.

"The entire Wu clan... only has one brain, Hou Tu..."

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead with some headache. These rough men of the Wu clan, as generals or army commanders, are stronger than the other, such as Dayi, Chiyou, Jiufeng and so on.

But it is still not enough to really select a human king... He does not know how to oppress and compromise, and even less how to balance and maintain.

The next morning, Murong Ji took out the souls of Hong Yun and Di Jun. After thinking about it, he decided to make a backup plan on Di Jun and used his Shuangquan Hand to change his cognition.

This is to prevent Emperor Jun from regaining his power in the future and enslaving and leading the entire human race astray.

Then, he flew up on his sword and headed towards the Huaxu Kingdom of the human race.

Flying over the Huaxu Kingdom, Murong Ji's face darkened again. After a hundred years of peaceful and stable development, the population had increased dramatically.

However, the Huaxu Kingdom also felt like it was in name only. As the tribes grew stronger, many of them began to develop their own cultural beliefs.

Murong Ji saw another new totem.

After several investigations, Murong Ji felt helpless. Bai Ze Shang Yang's method was really vicious. The countless totems that were split from the bottom of the human body were as difficult to remove as psoriasis.

No matter what, new totems will appear, and new thoughts and ideas will emerge. If you manage them, it will take up a lot of energy.

If left unchecked, it will lead to the division of the human race over time.

Murong Ji sighed, there was nothing he could do, but when he thought about it carefully, this was actually a good thing, as the human race was complex and changeable.

Now, countless ideas can be generated suddenly, which will promote the development of humanities. Murong Ji could only comfort himself in this way.

He found a tribe and first put Hong Yun's soul into the womb. Then, he suppressed Di Jun's soul and made it parasitic on a girl. After more than ten years, Di Jun was reincarnated.

After that, the human race enjoyed a hundred years of peace, with no foreign enemies and no wars.

Due to the stable environment, the population has grown steadily, almost doubling several times.

Then there is Fuxi sitting high in heaven, making plans for the human race and ensuring good weather and harvests.

With no worries about food and clothing, their population has increased by more than dozens of times.

At the same time, the power of the Huaxu king became precarious and no longer stable.

Due to the geographical divisions, the ambitions of various tribes are constantly growing. As time goes by, generations of people leave and their awe becomes less and less.

Constantly testing the bottom line of the contemporary human king.

Far away from the Huaxu Kingdom, the human race reunited and new countries were established in Dongsheng Shenzhou and Xiniu Hezhou.

Hundreds of years of stability and peace have allowed all living creatures in the world to breathe a sigh of relief.

The further development of towns has greatly promoted the humanistic progress.

Knowing etiquette, the concept is more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Murong Ji no longer cared about the development of the human world. He found an opportunity to reincarnate Di Jun's soul into his belly and was reborn.

From then on, there was no more Emperor Jun in this world.

Another hundred years passed. This generation of human king had no merits or faults, but the population skyrocketed. He gained countless merits and fortune. After his death, his body was reshaped with his merits.

Sent to Huoyun Cave to suppress the destiny of the human race.

Before his death, he passed the throne to the patriarch of the Shennong tribe of the Lieshan tribe.

The patriarch took the name Shennong and devoted himself to solving the food problem of the human race.

Beneath the stable environment, there are undercurrents. Over the past few hundred years, many ethnic groups have recovered and have various ideas in their minds.

When facing Shennong, he looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Murong Ji looked at the pieces of news in front of him, his eyes flickering. He didn't know what Hong Yun's abilities would be after his reincarnation, and he felt a little unsure.

If you really don't have the ability, it's actually a bad thing... [How about trying to remedy this? ! ]

Suddenly, a booklet made Murong Ji's face gloomy. A large number of plagues appeared in various tribes of the human race!
There were countless casualties, no one was living for thousands of miles, and no trace of people was left for tens of thousands of miles.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened and he rubbed his forehead, then asked someone to check.

This kind of thing happens frequently among humans when plagues occur. A cold can claim countless lives, so it's not surprising.

But can a cold spread over such a large area? !
Murong Ji felt something was wrong, maybe one of the tribes did it. After such a long period of peace, it was time for some tribes to stir up trouble.

For several years in a row, disasters continued year after year. Since Shennong came to power, the good days of the human race seemed to be over.

Some people even expressed their dissatisfaction to Murong Ji, wanting to abolish Shennong's position as the King of Men.

Murong Ji stood with his hands behind his back, thinking silently, still feeling uneasy. After several years of investigation, there was still no news at all.

After discussing with Fuxi, Murong Ji then flew to the human tribe on his sword.

After screening every tribe, nothing was found.

He flew on his sword to the plague-prone area, landed on the ground, and walked in this deserted village. The breath of desolation hit him in the face, making Murong Ji's face even gloomier.

This is definitely not an ordinary plague. Is it true that someone deliberately planned this and wanted to use this method to reduce the number of grassroots human beings?

In this way, you can slow down the luck of the human race? ! ! Aren’t you afraid of the calamity?

Murong Ji frowned, and he suddenly thought of an extremely rare innate spiritual treasure, the Plague Bell!
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard footsteps from behind, getting closer and closer. Murong Ji turned around and saw a man who looked like an old farmer, walking slowly towards him with dozens of guards.

Murong Ji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, looking at the luck condensed in the man in front of him, it was indeed not much worse than Fuxi!
Shennong, the Emperor of Earth!

Murong Ji turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on the two young men behind him, one of whom was his adopted son Yin Changsheng.

Yin Changsheng naturally recognized his father and gave a shy smile.

The other one is Emperor Jun after reincarnation.

Murong Ji didn't expect that they would get together.

Then he set his gaze on Shennong, his eyes darkened. If Shennong's merit and status did not meet the standards, Murong Ji would also reduce his luck.

The luck of the human race is reserved for those who have made contributions, not to be wasted on those who have taken advantage of the backdoor. If it really comes to that, I can't explain it to Zhen Yuanzi... Then I won't explain it!
Shennong brought a few people down the mountain path, glanced at Murong Ji, and said nothing more. Instead, he carefully investigated the situation of the entire village that was wiped out due to the plague.

Dead and rotten bodies were especially carefully examined.

He relaxed his brows, then frowned, and then his face became serious again. After a short while, he wrote down a prescription and asked someone to crush the medicine and scatter it around the village.

Then a series of epidemic clearance work was carried out.

(End of this chapter)