In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

A full ten breaths passed.

These ten breaths, each second was stretched infinitely.

No one spoke, no one acted.

What we need now is someone to take the lead.

When reality and ideals truly clash, all it takes is a spark.

The harshness of reality and the disillusionment of their ideals are currently locked in a fierce battle in their minds.

This group of people were once the most devout believers of the Five Pecks of Rice sect. They donated their food rations to the charitable shrines and poured their sweat onto the fields guided by the libationer.

Life was already difficult enough, but they trusted Zhang Lu, who then became their investment leader.

They believed in Zhang Song, but now, Laozi has directly exposed Yang Song's true colors.

Is it a luxury and a mistake to want to farm peacefully and make a living in this chaotic world?

They were even willing to scrape together the last grain of rice from between their teeth and donate it to the charity.

In the end, it all turned into the liver and lungs of a donkey used to feed dogs!

I don't know who it is; maybe it's Zhang San, maybe it's Wang Er.

"Stop it, stop it."

"Go to the backyard...go see if he actually ate Cao Cao's flesh!"

"Yes, let's go see if he's going to sell the grain we donated!"

"To the Chancellor's residence..."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Hearing the people's words from below, Yang Song on the platform felt as if the sky was about to fall.

"Don't believe it! It's all nonsense! It's all a smokescreen! This high priest is as poor as water, heaven and earth can bear witness—"

But how can one person's hoarse voice suppress the roar of 30,000 people bursting out in despair?

Do we believe in the flying Laozi, or in this priest who makes empty promises and bewitches them every day?

The answer is self-evident.

Yang Song's dozens of personal guards tried to stop them, but they couldn't even make a ripple in the face of this terrifying crowd.

It was instantly trampled into a photograph.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Watching the dark, surging tide rush towards his mansion, his crotch was already half-soaked.

……

"Bang! Bang! Crack—!"

The dilapidated wooden door outside Yang Song's residence, which had been deliberately aged to appear impoverished, couldn't even withstand three breaths before being smashed open by the angry crowd.

As soon as I stepped through the moon gate into the inner courtyard.

In the dead of winter, when water freezes instantly, a wave of heat mixed with a delicate fragrance wafted over.

Among the group at the forefront was the old farmer who had steadfastly defended his faith and vehemently criticized Yang Xiu a few days earlier.

The old farmer touched the floor, then blankly raised his head, looking at the plum blossoms that were in full bloom in the yard.

"Underfloor heating...it really is underfloor heating! Laozi has shown us his power and didn't lie to us! Laozi didn't lie to us!"

"Outside, people are starving to death, but he... he's at home burning charcoal to grow plum blossoms!"

"Charge into the main hall! Let's see if he actually ate any meat!"

In the crowd, the "She Niu" soldier shouted at just the right moment.

The main hall door was kicked open.

Inside the main hall, a dozen or so scantily clad, alluring concubines—the same women who had danced for Yang Song earlier—were screaming and huddled together.

They had nowhere to run; they were all trapped here by the flood of refugees.

The people did not linger on these women for long.

Because on the table in the very center of the main hall,

There was also a half-eaten roasted lamb leg on the table!

Next to the leg of lamb was a ceramic jar, the very one that Laozi had just criticized in heaven—"Bingjing Brand Spicy Beef Canned Food"!

"Meat...it really is meat...it's such fatty meat..."

They believed and revered him, regarding him as the only salvation in a chaotic world;

But here he is, embracing a woman, warming himself by a fire with sandalwood incense, and eating extremely luxurious beef specially supplied to Cao Cao's army!

"It's not over yet! Lift that couch! Laozi said there's evidence underneath that he betrayed us!"

The veteran's rhythm rang out again from the crowd.

Two men stepped forward, lifted the soft couch, and used several hoes and axes to break the lock on the hidden compartment.

Opening the hidden compartment, sure enough, there was a large stack of letters inside, neatly arranged.

A literate person came out, and by the light of the fire, after only one glance, his eyes widened in fury:

"Fellow villagers... what Laozi said was indeed true!"

It's written in black and white on this paper that Yang Song had long ago colluded with the grain merchants of Jiangdong under Liu Bei and Sun Quan!

"We must transport all 300,000 shi of life-saving grain that everyone in our charitable institution has painstakingly saved up, out of Hanzhong, and exchange it for gold bars at a high price!"

"He wants to use our lives and our hard-earned money to buy a large estate in Jiangdong, take concubines, and become a landowner!"

No unnecessary movements,

"Kill him! Beat this heretic to death, beat this corrupt official to death!"

"Give back our life-saving food! Give back the hard-earned money we donated!"

They spread the word, their eyes red, wielding hoes and pitchforks, and rushed back to the square, but Yang Song was nowhere to be seen.

……

Yang Song's position isn't solely due to his arrogance; he possesses a wild, instinctive quality.

Just as the deafening shouts of battle rose at the edge of the square,

Before the people could even break through the moon gate of his mansion,

The old fox had already keenly sensed the deathly aura in the air, a sense of impending doom.

Instead of foolishly running home, and ignoring the foreign woman and the skinny horse in his mansion, he took advantage of the chaos to have several of his most loyal guards carry him along deserted paths, speeding all the way to the county government office.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows; in this chaotic world, how can you put all your eggs in one basket?

While his mansion was filled with gold and silver treasures, his true trump card was hidden in a secret room in the county government office.

We should at least take some; we'll always need it when we're on the run.

He had just walked out of the county government office with his bundle on his back and hadn't had time to run out of the city.

They were met by the people returning to the square.

Yang Song and his group were like rats crossing the street, not even looking where they were going, and were forced into an extremely narrow dead-end alley.

At the end of the alley was a dead wall, about two zhang (exaggerated) high.

They were certainly not as abnormal as Zhao Yu.

There's no way to turn it over now.

Just then, a sharp-eyed guard looked down.

At the base of the wall,

There is a dog hole that is constantly being emptied of sewage and emits a foul stench.

"There's no way out! It's a dead end! We have no choice but to squeeze through here!"

His trusted bodyguard was sweating profusely, pointing at the dog hole.

Yang Song looked in the direction he was pointing and immediately became furious.

He abruptly shook off the hands of his two bodyguards, and with extreme grief and indignation, flicked his sleeves.

At this critical juncture of life and death, he still tried to put on an air of superiority.

"Insolence, you scoundrel!"

"I am the Grand Master of the Imperial Sacrifices, and after Zhang Shijun surrendered, I became the highest-ranking official."

"I am the sole representative of the Celestial Venerable on Earth. Noble blood of cultivation flows in my veins; how could I possibly crawl through such a filthy dog ​​hole?"

"High Priest, your life is at stake!"

"Shut up! My head may be cut off, but my Taoist robes must not be soiled! Even if I, Yang Song, die, let those commoners come and arrest me, I will absolutely not..."

The voice has not fallen,

A large fire broke out at the entrance of the alley.

A group of people noticed the commotion and rushed in.

"Over there! Castrate that old charlatan!!"

Yang Song's "unyielding" and arrogant spirit vanished instantly.

As he spoke, with an elegant turn, he lay down on the ground, his head disappearing into the dog hole in a flash.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Don't just stand there!"

The last few, push my butt! I'm stuck!