Chase Game

The wagon carrying the relief porridge arrived at the outer city smoothly.

"Let's stop here. I'll need you to go among the disaster victims and tell them that Ling Yi has come to provide disaster relief."

After hearing Ling Yi's arrangements, and seeing that Meng Dong didn't react much, the coachman smiled and said:

"Alright, sir, you're very kind. I'll go right away."

"Thanks, bro!"

The coachman waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I wouldn't dare call you brother, sir. Just call me Old Ma!"

Ling Yi smiled and nodded.

While Lao Ma went to gather the disaster victims, Ling Yi and Meng Dong also started to get busy.

Lifting the black cloth covering the carriage to block the dust revealed a cart full of steaming white porridge and two large bowls of flatbread.

Soon, the coachman's propaganda had an effect, and a large crowd gathered around him.

"Are you telling the truth? There really is disaster relief food?"

"Are you sure you're not just trying to fool us?"

"The government doesn't care, but that guy, what's his name, actually cares about us?"

The coachman, enraged by the doubts of the people, shoved aside the group of nagging refugees surrounding him and stood on a large rock.

He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Listen up, this relief porridge was brought to you by Mr. Ling Yi. You must be grateful to him..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was immediately interrupted by the crowd below:

"After all this talk, where exactly is this disaster relief porridge?"

"Exactly! Forget about porridge and flatbread, I didn't even see a drop of water!"

"You're lying!"

The coachman finally lost his temper and cursed, "Damn it, you bunch of starving bastards! Look, what is that over there in that cart if not disaster relief porridge?"

The disaster victims looked in the direction the coachman was pointing and immediately gasped in surprise.

"It seems that's really true!"

"They weren't lying to us after all..."

"Hurry, hurry up, I'm starving!"

Seeing the steam rising from the carriage, everyone's throats involuntarily moved.

Having been hungry for so long, the roundworms in their stomachs automatically drove them to find food.

Now that the white rice porridge was right in front of them, they couldn't care less about the coachman's words about "queueing in an orderly manner" and "not fighting."

However, when they reached the carriage, they had to stop.

The presence of several gleaming blades in front of them temporarily restored their rationality, allowing them to forcibly suppress their bestial instincts.

Ling Yi had anticipated that there would be a struggle, so he specifically asked Meng Dong to bring these guards with him before he set off.

However, in just a short while, he received several malicious thoughts.

Complaints could be heard continuously from within the crowd.

"What does this mean? They say it's for disaster relief, but they won't let us eat it."

"Are you making a fool of us?"

"Damn it, I don't care about anything else, I just want some porridge!"

A thin, middle-aged man with a stubble beard squeezed through the crowd, bumping into several women and children in the process. He made his way to the carriage, staring at the flatbread and porridge like a hungry wolf.

Ling Yi gave a signal, and the guards beside him immediately understood. Following their previous instructions, they stepped forward and subdued the troublemaker in just a few moves, without harming him at all.

Ling Yi glanced at the crowd, still receiving a constant stream of malicious thoughts.

If he could, he really wanted to keep going like this.

However, he also knew that if it took too long, the amount of goodwill received when distributing porridge later would decrease.

He stood on high ground, a smile on his face: "Everyone, since I, Ling Yi, brought this cart of relief porridge, it was meant to be distributed to you all."

"But without rules, there can be no order. If everyone rushes to grab it, wouldn't things fall into chaos?"

"So, everyone, you should hold your bowls and line up properly so I can distribute the porridge."

"Oh, by the way, you should remember that I'm the one distributing porridge today. My name is Ling Yi."

"Whether you thank me or resent me, you must remember this name!"

Yes, whether it's good or bad intentions, please all come to me!

After the commotion subsided, the queue finally formed, and the porridge distribution finally began.

Ling Yi personally distributed the porridge. He would give more to those he liked and less to those who were greedy.

As a result, the good and bad karma in the karmic pool grows rapidly, with good karma breaking through the 50 mark first, and bad karma reaching 30.

"It seems most people are still grateful. And if things continue like this, it looks like we can get both 100 without any further tricks!"

Ling Yixin was secretly pleased with herself.

Another half hour passed, and the good karma had exceeded 70, while the bad karma had reached 45. This was the result of his deliberate manipulation and balancing.

He glanced at the queue and saw that, apart from those who were queuing for the second time, the number of people receiving porridge for the first time was still quite considerable.

"If this continues, the amount of good karma will definitely reach one hundred, but the amount of bad karma is uncertain."

As he was pondering this, he heard a commotion coming from the back of the line.

He immediately stopped distributing porridge, instructed Meng Dong to watch over the place, and then went over with his servants to check.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the same bearded man who had caused trouble before. He was standing in the line, while a wronged-looking boy lay beside him.

"What happened?"

Ling Yi shouted sharply.

The bearded man smiled obsequiously at him and said, "Hehehe, it's nothing, it's nothing. The kid is just being silly, trying to cut in line everywhere."

Ling Yi looked at the boy on the ground. The boy wiped away his tears, glared angrily at the bearded man, and said furiously:

"You're talking nonsense! You cut in line and stole my bowl!"

The bearded man unconsciously hid the wooden bowl in his hand behind his back.

He remained unfazed by the boy's accusations.

"You accuse me of cutting in line and stealing your bowl, but what evidence do you have? You can't just make baseless accusations!"

"You...you're a scoundrel!"

The boy pointed at the bearded man, trembling with rage.

Of course, his words were nothing to the bearded man, barely even scratching an itch; they had absolutely no effect on him!

There were many whispers and pointing fingers in the crowd, mostly criticizing the bearded man's shameless behavior.

However, the final decision rested with Ling Yi.

He looked at the two of them and said, "Want some porridge? Then come with me."

The bearded man was somewhat confused, but he still followed.

Ling Yi arrived first, holding a ladle in each hand, scooping up two large spoonfuls of porridge, and whispered in Meng Dong's ear:

"I remember you have the ability to control temperature, right? Help me cool down these two spoonfuls of porridge later."

This was nothing to Meng Dong, and he nodded slightly.

When the boy and the bearded man arrived at the carriage, Ling Yi said to them:

"I don't know who cut in line or who stole whose bowl, but I do know you're all really hungry right now, aren't you?"

"Here, I have two spoonfuls of porridge, just scooped out of the bucket, still warm."

"Since you're so hungry, I'll give you some food first, and I won't use bowls; I'll just pour it directly into your mouths."

Pour it directly into your mouth?

The bearded man glanced at the steaming bowl of porridge and was startled. He thought, "If I poured a big spoonful of this into my mouth, it would burn my throat!"

That's how plain congee is; once it's scalded, it burns from your throat all the way down to your stomach.

The boy was also somewhat surprised.

Ling Yi continued, "What, you're too scared to drink? Well then, whoever drinks first will be considered the other person who cut in line."

"Anyone who cuts in line here won't get any porridge, and they'll be whipped ten times!"

A cold glint swept across the bearded man, startling him.

The boy gritted his teeth, glaring at the bearded man with a piercing look, and said resolutely, "I dare to drink it!"

"I'm going to prove my innocence; you're the one who cut in line!"

The bearded man stared at the boy in astonishment, stammering, "You...you're fucking crazy! That spoonful of hot porridge could really kill someone..."

Other refugees also advised the boy to reconsider, and some even directly begged Ling Yi to make an exception and let the matter drop.

Ling Yi turned a deaf ear to all of this, not only to punish the real queue cutters, but also for another reason.

Injustice is most likely to stir up emotions in people's hearts, thereby generating malice towards those in power.

The amount of malice Ling Yi is currently receiving is growing rapidly.

The boy had already opened his mouth and tightly closed his eyes, and Ling Yi had to admire the boy's courage.

He certainly wouldn't actually hurt him. He glanced at Meng Dong, who nodded back.

The scalding hot food the boy had expected didn't arrive; instead, he felt full after the food entered his stomach.

He opened his eyes, feeling incredibly strange.

The bearded man standing nearby also noticed something amiss, thinking to himself, "Could it be that the porridge has already gone cold?"

Since that's the case, then what is there that I wouldn't dare to drink!

He quickly snatched the large ladle from Ling Yi's other hand and shouted, "Drink it then! I'm not easily intimidated!"

Meng Dong's gaze drifted to Ling Yi, only to see Ling Yi make a prohibition gesture towards him. He instantly understood that Ling Yi was not using his abilities.

And so, tragedy struck.

"ah!!!!"

Screams like those of a slaughtered pig echoed through the outer city.

"Everyone saw it; this is your own fault, it has nothing to do with me."

Ling Yi remained indifferent, then ignored the bearded man's screams and continued distributing porridge.

When good karma exceeds 80, bad karma has already reached 60.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Ling Yi saw three carriages drive up to their carriage one after the other.

Then, a man dressed as a servant of the Meng family stepped down, lifted the black cloth behind the carriage, and revealed a variety of sumptuous foods.

The food was oily and meaty, making the refugees' mouths water.

Ling Yi had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the last two people to walk out confirmed his sixth sense.

These two men were none other than Wang Yun and Zhou Jie!