Day and night tour

Chapter 345 Are the victims still considered human beings?

Zhou Xuan appointed a painter to gather all the survivors of Mingjiang Prefecture and tell them not to leave the city without permission.

But the various events that happened in Mingjiang Prefecture later proved that Zhou Xuan was worrying too much. Those who fled could not be transferred in large groups...

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Most of the streets and alleys in Mingjiang Prefecture have become ruins, with broken walls and tiles everywhere.

The huge city was filled with the smell of scorched earth, and occasionally the smell of burnt flesh and bones. The survivors of the government office and the Shande Society, some of whom still had professional ethics, spontaneously gathered in groups of three or five to investigate the approximate number of survivors.

After a brief investigation, they could not find any further information. Some streets and alleys had been in disrepair for many years, and the passages were narrow. Once the fire started, it ignited the intersections. The fire spread quickly, and among the hundreds of people in an alley, only a dozen or so managed to escape.

The devastation they saw filled the investigators' hearts with grief, and they couldn't help but sit on the ground and cry and wail...

However, not everyone was in a state of sadness and helplessness. At least most of the wealthy people who hid in the mountains were very calm.

Unlike ordinary people, who live in poverty and occasionally have a little savings, they will not keep them in the bank. They basically hide them like treasures. Some hide them in the floor, and for fear of being thieves, they use the legs of the bed to press down the floor; some hide their savings in oil paper bags and press them down with rice jars, and so on.

These methods are very good for preventing theft, but they are not effective in preventing fire. Once a fire starts, if you want to find your savings, you have to rummage through boxes and cabinets, searching everywhere. It is a cumbersome process, and often the fire starts before you find your savings. Helplessly, you have to give up your savings to save your life.

Therefore, those ordinary people were ruined by the fire, with nothing left but money...

But the rich have a backup plan. They have the habit of depositing large sums of money in banks. Moreover, after the turmoil in Mingjiang Prefecture, most of the rich people felt that the world was a little uneasy, so they put large-denomination certificates of deposit in their underwear and carried them with them. Now, these large-denomination certificates of deposit really have a great use...

……

Pan Yongfu was one of the wealthy people who survived in Mingjiang Prefecture, and the head of Pan's Powder Shop.
After the fire of the fire died down, he took his wives, two wives, and two adult children and hid in the nearby mountains.

When they heard the word spread by the parade gods using lanterns that Mingjiang Mansion was out of danger, the family shouted in joy and left the mountains at the same time.
The villa at home had been burned to charcoal, and his home was gone, but he was not anxious. The house was burned down, and the valuables turned to ashes. For him, it was just a matter of breaking tendons but not bones.

He patted the pocket of his underwear and said confidently, "Jinhua, stop crying, you are so petty. As long as we have the deposit slip in our arms, we still have a chance to survive. Come on, follow me."

The first wife, Liu Jinhua, asked, "Old Pan, where are you going?"

"Change the deposit certificate into cash."

"If this fire starts, I'm afraid all those banks will be burned down," said Liu Jinhua.

"The one in Mingjiang Prefecture was burned down, and so were those in other prefectures? Let's take the train to Jingchuan Prefecture. Our deposit slips are from the Jingguo Development Bank, a large bank that also has a branch in Jingchuan Prefecture."

Pan Yongfu added: "When we get to Jingchuan Prefecture, we will cash out the money and buy some property. Then we will be a wealthy family and live a good life."

"Then let's set off."

The family supported each other and went to the train station without stopping.

When they arrived at the train station, there was a huge crowd of people fleeing. There were wealthy people like Pan Yongfu and, of course, there were also poor people who had lost everything they owned after the fire and had no place to live in Mingjiang Prefecture and wanted to leave the city to make a living.

Everyone is waiting,
Waiting for a train out of the city.

"Is there a train? I wonder if the train crew were killed in the fire?"

"Yes, yes. I heard from Old Qian that not long ago, there was a train to Jingchuan Prefecture, which took many people out of the city."

"Then you haven't come yet?"

"Just wait a little longer, and you'll get it."

Mingjiang Prefecture is adjacent to many prefectures, but to get to Huangyuan Prefecture, you have to take the water route most of the time. The water route is wide, and it is said that there are many pirates. If you go there by water, you will inevitably have to eat the pirates' flat knife noodles and wonton noodles...

You can go to Pingshui Prefecture, but you have to wait for the train. However, there have always been few trains between Pingshui Prefecture and Mingjiang Prefecture. Only the train to Jingchuan Prefecture has many trains.

Pan Yongfu was among the crowd, constantly repeating what others said and listening to all kinds of true and false news. But there was one thing that he never forgot to hold his pockets with his hands, no matter how seriously and carefully he listened, because those large certificates of deposit were the life and property of his entire family.

at last,

As a loud whistle sounded, the crowd began to make noise.

"Here comes the train, here comes the train..."

"It's the car going to Jingchuan Prefecture. It's going to Jingchuan Prefecture."

"Don't squeeze me, my head is about to fall off."

The crowd on the platform was moving like ants. Finally, the train stopped and the door opened.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of muskets was heard.

"Oh!"

There was a loud gunshot, and the smoke from the gun hole enveloped the person who fired the shooter.

After hearing the gunshots, the crowd immediately stopped talking loudly.
Then an old man in shroud came out, holding a paper banner, and waved it while saying, "Jingchuan Prefecture heard that Mingjiang Prefecture was in trouble, so they sent a special train to take the refugees from Mingjiang Prefecture to Jingchuan."

"Thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir."

"People from Jingchuan Prefecture are still the best."

"Master, the people of Mingjiang Prefecture are grateful to you..."

With the reassurance of the old man with the paper banner, everyone patted their horses one after another.

One of the young men, holding a child, lowered his waist and tried to squeeze into the door. He was closest to the train, but just as he reached the door, the old man with the paper banner stopped him and asked, "Do you have a deposit slip?"

"What deposit certificate?"

"A bank deposit slip?"

"I am a poor commoner, how can I afford such a thing?"

"Then why are you getting in this car? Get out of the way."

The old man with the paper banner immediately kicked the young man off the platform. The child in his arms also fell onto the tracks, hitting the back of his head, bleeding and crying loudly.

The man was very angry, and climbed up to vent his anger on the old man with the paper banner. However, the man with the musket shot him in the chest... Boom!

The blood hole opened up and the young man fell to the ground immediately, bleeding profusely, and he was no longer able to breathe.

Immediately the crowd began to riot.

The old man with the paper banner sneered, "Jingchuan Prefecture doesn't support idle people. This train is charged. The ticket price is 10,000 yuan. Only deposit slips are accepted. If you want to get on the train, first weigh your pockets to see if you have the three pounds of bills."

"Those who trespass on the train will suffer the same fate as him."

"Oh!"

Another musket was fired into the sky. This shot was meant as a warning.

"You son of a bitch... don't you treat us as human beings?"

"You bastard from Jingchuan Prefecture, I'll fuck your ancestors."

"All of you move aside. You don't have money to get on the bus. I have a deposit slip, so I want to get on the bus."

A middle-aged man in dirty finery and gold-rimmed glasses approached the old man with a paper banner and held a ball of paper in his hand. When he opened it, he saw a deposit certificate - the amount was clearly written on it: 13,000 yuan.

The old man with the paper banner took the deposit slip in his hand, looked at it carefully, and said to the bookkeeper on the train with satisfaction: "Write it down, I took 13,000 yuan from this boss, get on the train, and I'll give you the rest after you get off."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses bowed and got on the train.

The old man with the paper banner looked at the crowd again and said, "There are many rich people in Mingjiang Prefecture, and many of them carry large deposit certificates. Hurry up and get on the bus.
Let me tell you, when the accident happened in Mingjiang Prefecture, a train was on its way to Pingshui Prefecture and was burned into scrap metal by a fire. It was lying across the railway, blocking the road. You only have two options: one is to go to Huangyuan Prefecture by water, and the other is to take a train to Jingchuan Prefecture.

Trains are much more comfortable than boats, and there are many bandits on the waterways, and the price they ask is several times higher than ours."

"Hurry up and get in the car."

Not long after, another dozen rich people paid the money and got on the bus. Pan Yongfu was among them. He showed his large-denomination deposit certificates and negotiated the price with the paper-banner old man. He got his wife, children and all on the bus for 9,000 yuan per person.

"What's your last name?" the old man asked.

"My last name is Pan."

"Master, I have made note of this. I have received the deposit slip of 60,000 yuan from Mr. Pan."

After a while of singing, the old man with the paper banner shook his sleeves to Pan Yongfu and said, "Master Pan, please get in the car."

The larger the family is, the more money they give, and the old man also bowed to Pan Yongfu - when facing distinguished guests, one must observe some etiquette.

"Oh, thank you very much."

Pan Yongfu took his family into the car. Suddenly, a young man rushed over, hugged Pan Yongfu's thigh, and said, "Uncle Pan, I am Damin, please take me in the car too."

Pan Yongfu looked down and after seeing the young man's appearance clearly, he recognized him as a distant descendant of his. Although they were not closely related by blood, they often visited each other on a daily basis.

"There's going to be famine in Mingjiang Prefecture these days. If I don't leave this city, I'm afraid I'll starve to death. Second uncle, please be kind and take me away."

The old man with the paper banner on the side had a greedy look in his eyes. For each person to get on the train, he would have to pay a head tax of 9,000 yuan. He wished that the common people could get on the train.

But Pan Yongfu's eyes finally flashed with shame. He forcibly broke free from Daming's hands and walked quickly towards the car, saying as he walked: "You are not Daming. Daming has been burned to death. He has been burned to death."

"Uncle, please take me away..."

Damin was so angry that he stood up and rushed into the train, but the paper banner in the old man's hand tightly clamped his neck.

Suddenly, Damin's face turned purple and red, with veins exposed, and his head was clamped on the car door, it was a horrible sight.

While holding Damin, the old man said to Pan Yongfu in the train: "Boss Pan, is this your relative? If so, just nod your head, and I will charge you 8,000 yuan to let him get on the train. If not? Just nod your head too, and I will kill him directly... so that he won't keep crying here and be very annoying..."

The old man seemed to be smiling, but Pan Yongfu was in a dilemma. He looked at Daming's purple face and remembered that every time Daming saw him, he would call him "Second Uncle". During the holidays when there were guests at home, Daming would go to help.

After all the memories flashed by,

Pan Yongfu finally lowered his head and said fiercely: "He is not my relative, I don't know him."

"That would be like charging into a train. It would be a warning to others."

The old man's eyes flashed with viciousness, and he began to tighten the cloth strip, trying to strangle Damin to death... Puff... a feather arrow shot out, and with a "dong" sound, the cloth strip was shot in half.

Damin finally caught his breath. He pinched his neck and breathed heavily like a worm at the train door.

"Someone from the Mingjiang Prefecture's Yushen Division is here?"

The old man with the paper banner sneered, staring at a parade lantern landing not far away.

Holding a feather arrow, Xia Jin looked at the tragic scene and the body of the young man pierced by the musket, and said coldly: "Are you Mr. Ye from Jingchuan Mansion?"

"Yes." There are several large halls in Jingchuan Mansion, among which "Mr. Ye" is the largest hall, surpassing "Dragon Seeker".

"I am Qi Tiezui, the 'Red Flower on the Banner' from Mr. Ye's hall."

Qi Tiezui waved the banner in his hand and said to Xia Jin, "You are holding a feather arrow, so you are the Xiao-killing Wandering God of Mingjiang Prefecture? I advise you to get out of the way. Our Mr. Ye is in charge of the business of transporting fat sheep."

"Mr. Ye, just do business. Why kill people from Mingjiang Mansion at random..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at those people, are they still human? They are naked and dirty, they are not human... Once the train leaves, this train will have no food or shelter, the cold wind will blow, and they will be hungry, and they will all become wandering ghosts."

"presumptuous."

Xia Jin drew his bow to shoot at Qi Tiezui,
Qi Tiezui had no intention of covering himself, but stretched his neck, ready to be killed, and said, "Just shoot openly. I tell you, our Mr. Ye has eaten the bribes from the fat sheep of Mingjiang Prefecture, and the government office of Jingchuan Prefecture will rescue your Mingjiang Prefecture.

If you don’t let Mr. Ye get enough money, the common people here will have to die…”

"If you kill me, thousands or tens of thousands of people in Mingjiang Prefecture will die... Shoot... Kill the wandering Xiaoshen."

For a moment, Qi Tiezui really "stuck" Xia Jin with his words.

Xia Jin held the bow in his hand, but did not dare to let go of the string, for fear that he would really delay the disaster relief work.

"Xia Jin, what did I teach you? You've bullied me to the point of being on top of my head, and you're still nagging me."

A black shadow floated over, and a paper folding fan stabbed towards Qi Tiezui's throat.

Danger suddenly arose, and Qi Tiezui was no pushover, he shook the paper banner in his hand violently, trying to force the shadow back -

——However, he never expected that the person coming was Zhou Xuan who knew the art of shape-shifting.

Mr. Feng, who once was, became the most terrifying assassin in Mingjiang Prefecture with just his "no barriers in the world" skill, and killed four bone elders in one day.

Zhou Xuan was not allowed to use incense because the "Mother of a Hundred Ghosts" was lying in the secret realm, but with the two perception skills of "Daily Wandering of the Soul" and "Shadow Moving", they were not something that Qi Tiezui, who was "using a tiger's skin to pretend to be a big shot", could stop.

As Qi Tiezui waved the flag in his hand, Zhou Xuan's body changed position again. His soul swam behind the other party, then he changed his shape and stood behind Qi Tiezui, stabbing the folding fan into the back of his neck.

puff!
The folding fan pierced Qi Tiezui's throat, and blood dripped down along the grooves of the fan bones.

"You don't have any incense fluctuations..." Qi Tiezui's throat was stuck by the fan, and he couldn't turn his head. He looked forward and spoke vaguely.

"Killing a dog like you doesn't need incense."

Zhou Xuan stepped on Qi Tiezui's back, pulled out his folding fan, and hit Xia Jin on the head, scolding: "Ah Jin, you better be careful. A gang that doesn't treat Mingjiang refugees as human beings will rescue us from Mingjiang? I trust a sow that can climb a tree more than him!"

"Alas, what you said is right, sir." Xia Jin put away the bow and nodded to Zhou Xuan.

Now the Youshen Division has changed Zhou Xuan's address from Little Master to Big Master.

"Don't just stand there, collect the bodies."

Zhou Xuan said.

Xia Jin quickly bent down and tried to collect Qi Tiezui's body. As soon as he started, Zhou Xuan swung his folding fan at him again: "Whose body are you collecting? Collect his!"

The body Zhou Xuan was referring to was the body of the young man who was pierced by the musket.

As for the "executioner" who had fired the musket, he panicked for a moment when he saw the counterattack from Mingjiang Prefecture, and hurried to run away. At this time, the painter came tearing through the space and burned him into charcoal with a flame of fire.

"Young sir, I didn't expect there to be such a big commotion at the train station."

The painter was going to announce a city closure order, but Zhou Xuan had just taken control of the city not long ago and made it his own. Although his incense has faded and he can no longer control Mingjiang Prefecture, the prefecture still has some strange connections with him.

In a trance, he saw the shadow of the commotion at the train station and rushed there with the painter.

After the death of Qi Tiezui and the Firegun Man, the rest of the people in Mingjiang Prefecture also knew that the young man in front of them was the guardian of Mingjiang not long ago - after all, when Zhou Xuan handed over the power of the entire city to Taiyi, his posture on the snow mountain caught the eyes of every person in Mingjiang Prefecture.

When the guardians arrived, the people of Mingjiang Prefecture straightened their backs and rushed into the train one after another without restraint.

"Stop for a moment."

Zhou Xuan raised the folding fan in his hand, called out to the people rushing forward, and said, "Everyone, you should all know who I am. I have a few words to say, please listen first."

Everyone looked up and looked at Zhou Xuan.

"Mingjiang Prefecture is no longer the same as it used to be. The city was burnt down and we... have all become refugees... Some people on the train have savings certificates in their pockets, which are money. They are not refugees - they are fat sheep in the eyes of other prefectures...

We all saw how that old man bullied us just now. He killed whoever he wanted to kill, and treated you like dogs! This is still on the land of Mingjiang Prefecture. With me and the day and night wandering gods protecting us, they dared to be so presumptuous.
If you go to other prefectures' lands and cities, what will happen to you?"

As Zhou Xuan was talking, he started walking and said, "You will really become pigs and dogs. The men will be slaughtered if they don't swallow their anger, and the obedient ones will be sold to work as illegal laborers.
Women, if you are pretty, you will be sent to brothels, if you are not pretty, you will be sold to some mountain valley, and I don’t need to elaborate on the rest of their experiences.”

"But, but, if we don't leave, Mingjiang Prefecture will suffer from famine!"

"Nonsense."

Zhou Xuan was not serious this time. Instead, he tapped the heads of the people who spoke out with his paper fan like a teacher tapping a naughty student, and said, "I am Zhou Xuan, and I run a small business in Mingjiang Prefecture, but I am also the young master of the Zhou Clan in Pingshui Prefecture.
The Justice of the Peace in Pingshui Prefecture is also under my control, and my Zhou family has a lot of money... I can say with certainty that at this moment, tens of thousands of dan of grain from Pingshui Prefecture have already set off and are being transported to our Mingjiang Prefecture."

"But that old man... that old beast has said... that the railway between Taiping Prefecture and Mingjiang Prefecture is blocked by an abandoned train."

"It's just a small train. How is it compared to that mountain?"

Zhou Xuan pointed to a mountain not far away and shouted, "Musician, give the people a little shock."

The musician's lantern was floating not far away. With Zhou Xuan's instructions, he took out the lantern and used the "power of the gods" to lift up the mountain, which was neither too big nor too small.

With the divine nature, one has the power of gods and can move mountains, create winds, control water, and make rain fall... Without the isolation of the star-covering star, the musician's skills can be carried out smoothly.

Rumble!
The mountains seemed to be uprooted and flew up on their own.

Only then did everyone believe Zhou Xuan's words and started to applaud.

"Mingjiang Mansion is my home. I'm not going anywhere else."

"That's right. At home, we are treated like human beings, but outside, we are treated like dogs."

"Fuck Jingchuan Mansion."

Almost everyone followed Zhou Xuan's wishes. Of course, not everyone thought so. There were always some people who did not believe in it, or thought that Zhou Xuan, the painter, and the musician were fooling them and tricking them into staying, but in fact they were still waiting to die in Mingjiang Mansion.

Most of these people are rich.

In those days, people who could make a lot of money were very smart, and people with smart minds were reluctant to be controlled.

There were even seven or eight delicate-skinned guys who looked like rich people, who sneaked into the train.

Zhou Xuan did not stop him. He continued, "I have said everything I can. There are always people who are willing to go to Jingchuan Prefecture to be pigs and dogs. If they want to go, go ahead. But I have to say this - as long as they leave the territory of Mingjiang Prefecture, whether they die tragically or are sold as slaves, it has nothing to do with me, Zhou Xuan, and the Youshen Division."

"We, Zhou Xuan and Youshensi, have to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture. We don't have any extra energy to waste on those disobedient people."

"If you want to get on the bus again, go ahead. I won't stop you."

Zhou Xuan turned his back.

Most people were willing to believe Zhou Xuan. They remembered who had helped them just now and who had saved Mingjiang Mansion. How could they not believe him when the savior said he wanted to rebuild Mingjiang Mansion?
But dozens of wealthy people still did not give up their plan to go to Jingchuan Prefecture to cash in their certificates of deposit and live a wealthy life again. They got on the train in a big way.

"Sir, there are seventy-six people on board."

The painter counted all these people clearly and whispered to Zhou Xuan.

"Let them go."

Zhou Xuan said.

"If they... go out... I'm afraid... they will be in danger of death..."

"To rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture, we need mutual trust between us and the people of Mingjiang. Leaving one more disobedient person in Mingjiang Prefecture will only cause trouble for the people. Since they want to die, let them go. It's a good opportunity to serve as an example."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Hey."

The painter was ready to wave his hand, signaling to the old man who had come to maintain order to let the train go and return to the direction it came from.

Zhou Xuan raised his hand again and issued an order: "Old Gu will listen to my orders - Mr. Ye, Qi Tiezui, came to my Mingjiang Prefecture to kill people at will. You must quickly get into the car and pull out all of Mr. Ye's disciples on the car. Behead them all on the platform to serve as a warning to others!"

"I will follow your instructions, Master."

The old men immediately filed in and killed everyone on the train, except for the train crew and passengers from Mingjiang Mansion, without any discrimination.

"Isn't Mr. Big a little too rigid?"

The musician smiled awkwardly.

"From now on, this will be the style of Mingjiang Mansion. If you are not tough, you will be easily bullied." Zhou Xuan said.

Dozens of blood-red flowers bloomed on the train. Only after the Bone Elders retreated did the painter raise his hand and let them go.

"Woo, woo, woo!"

The conductor, whose pants were ticking with fear, blew the whistle, and the train's connecting rods drove the wheels, and the train began to move on the rails from slow to fast.

The train driver almost cried out loud. The killing scene just now would probably become an unforgettable nightmare for him in the next few years - that young man with a very handsome smile, but such cruel means.

As the car started moving, Pan Yongfu grabbed the door railing and waved to Daming, "Damin, follow your uncle. I'm sorry for what happened just now. When we get to Jingchuan Prefecture, I'll treat you like my own son."

Because of the "8,000 yuan train ticket", Damin watched helplessly as he was almost strangled to death by Qi Tiezui. He had seen through Pan Yongfu's character. He ran a few steps, picked up a stone, and threw it at Pan Yongfu: "Get the hell out of here... I'm not going anywhere!"

Who saved him, who harmed him? Damin had just experienced life and death, how could he not see clearly...

"Woo, woo, woo!"

The train was gradually going away, and Zhou Xuan took out the Buddha Kingdom's main brain from the secret realm and ordered, "Cerebellum."

"Master Xuan, I'm here."

The leader of the Buddhist Kingdom also changed Zhou Xuan's name.

"Go... take good pictures of what's going to happen on the train."

Zhou Xuan said.

One of the functions of the Buddha Kingdom's main brain is to record images.

Zhou Xuan felt that this train trip was far from being as simple as what Qi Tiezui said, "earning some money for the trip"...

(End of this chapter)