Global wonders have descended, and only I possess the treasure-hunting radar.

Chapter 50 You really enjoy watching plays?

The sirens were getting increasingly chaotic in the direction of Fushou Temple.

Wang Yan led Qian Tiezhu deeper into the town.

Along the way, the pale clone kept pushing people in the same direction.

Someone was hiding inside, trembling.

Someone knelt at the door begging for mercy.

But Wang Yan did not stop.

He saw it very clearly using the Mask of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Who has the heaviest sins?

Who has committed the least sin?

He won't let any of those who deserve to be killed escape.

Soon, Wang Yan arrived outside the Fushou Temple.

The area in front of the ancestral hall was already crowded with people.

There were weapon wielders who had been brought there by the pale clone.

There were also townspeople who were already there waiting to receive their share of the longevity fruit.

Unlike the residents who were driven here.

The original residents here.

There was not a trace of fear on his face.

"Where did all these people come from! Wasn't the share of longevity fruit already set? Now that so many people have come, there's not enough to go around."

"Exactly! My grandfather was supposed to be given a second chance to live last week."

"Why should your family get priority when there are so many people?"

"My son is frail, and Your Majesty has long said that you should take care of him."

"We need to deal with the outsiders in the cellar quickly, so as not to delay the distribution of fruit tonight."

"Why hasn't Qian Shoushan returned yet?"

"Without those two good portions, we definitely won't have enough fruit to go around this year."

Wang Yan stood at the back of the crowd and listened for a few moments.

Then he laughed.

None of the people here are innocent.

When a townsman saw Wang Yan, a complete stranger, his expression immediately changed.

"Who are you? Who sent you to the ancestral hall?"

The other person noticed that Wang Yan wasn't wearing the clothes of a townsman, and his eyes immediately turned fierce.

"A pig from out of town? It escaped from the cellar?"

"Damn it, you've ruined tonight's fruit distribution! Get back here right now!"

Someone nearby grabbed a stick.

"Hold him down and take him to the ancestral hall."

"Maybe it can even bear a few more fruits."

Qian Tiezhu trembled all over as he listened.

He had heard these words before.

He just didn't dare to refute it before.

Wang Yan looked at the people who had spoken.

Everyone's head is covered with all sorts of sins.

Greed: The buying and selling of human lives.

[Lust: raping women.]

[Enraged: Murder to silence them.]

Arrogance: Treating people like commodities.

……

Since that's the case, then we can't blame him.

Wang Yan raised his hand.

A pale sword light flew past.

The person who was shouting the loudest just now had their head blown off.

The crowd fell silent.

The next second, someone screamed.

"Murder! An outsider has killed someone!"

"Where are the elders? Where are the weapon bearers?"

An old man wearing a black long gown came out from the side door of the ancestral hall.

He was holding a copper bell in his hand.

A system notification then appeared.

[A Class B Rare Item Detected: Longevity-Suppressing Copper Bell.]

Qian Tiezhu's expression changed.

"It's Qian Fuhai, another elder in the town."

"The copper bell in his hand can calm a person's blood and qi."

Qian Fuhai did not act immediately. He first glanced at the surrounding corpses and then looked at Wang Yan.

He sensed the powerful aura emanating from Wang Yan.

He knew he was probably no match for Wang Yan.

"Does Your Excellency have a grudge against Changsheng Town?"

Wang Yan said, "No."

Qian Fuhai squinted.

"Then why did you kill so many people from our Changsheng Town?"

Wang Yan said, "Because you deserve to die."

Qian Fuhai's face darkened.

"Young man, don't speak too confidently. Changsheng Town has stood the test of time not because of a few harsh words."

"There are more than a dozen people carrying weapons here, as well as the Goddess of Fortune and Longevity."

"You really think you can take us all on your own?"

The copper bell in his hand swayed gently.

Several other people holding weapons also reached for their own strange objects.

Qian Fuhai continued, "If you back down now, we can still discuss things tonight."

"If you insist on forcing us to perish together, you may not be able to escape unscathed either."

Wang Yan smiled.

"You lot? You're not worthy!"

Qian Fuhai's eyes hardened.

The copper bell had only rung for half a second.

Wang Yan had already appeared in front of him.

Qian Fuhai didn't even see how Wang Yan moved.

He only saw a fist magnify in his field of vision.

boom.

Qian Fuhai's head exploded.

The copper bell fell to the ground and rolled to Wang Yan's feet.

Everyone around fell silent instantly.

The wielder, who had just been about to make a move, froze on the strange object.

The townspeople's screams were stuck in their throats.

It's not that they haven't seen dead people before.

But they had never seen an elder who possessed a B-grade artifact get punched like that.

Wang Yan bent down and picked up the "Longevity Bell".

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Then Wang Yan looked at the crowd.

"If you don't move, you can live a little longer."

"If you make a move, you'll end up like him."

This statement is more effective than any threat.

The crowd immediately shrank back.

Just then, the tightly closed gates of the Fushou Temple opened.

A greasy, sweet aroma wafted out.

That tasted weird.

Like a ripe fruit.

It also resembles rotten meat.

A fat figure walked out of the ancestral hall.

She was dressed in a red robe, and her body was covered with thin lamp wicks.

Her face was as white as wax, but her lips were as red as if she had just drunk blood.

His body was so bloated that it almost squeezed the door frame.

But her voice was as delicate as a young girl's.

"Who smashed my door and killed my people!"

When the townspeople saw her, they immediately knelt down.

"Goddess of Fortune and Longevity! Your Majesty, save me!"

"Please, Your Majesty, bestow upon us longevity fruits!"

"This outsider is trying to cut off our livelihood!"

"Your Majesty, kill him!"

At this moment, a middle-aged figure knelt before the Goddess of Fortune and Longevity.

The figure stared at Qian Tiezhu, his voice urgent and shrill.

"Your Majesty! Kill my son! He's the one who brought these outsiders here!"

After saying that, the figure looked at Qian Tiezhu.

"Why did you bring outsiders to smash the ancestral hall?! Do you have to watch your whole family die before you're satisfied?!"

Qian Tiezhu's lips trembled.

"Mother, do you know that the longevity fruit was obtained by trading human lives?"

The old woman knelt on the ground, but there was no trace of remorse on her face.

"So what if I know? If Mother hadn't eaten the fruit, she would have died long ago."

"Besides, no one cares about those outsiders anyway. Isn't my mother's life more important than theirs?"

Qian Tiezhu stood behind Wang Yan, clenching his fists, ignoring the surrounding crowd and the Goddess of Fortune and Longevity.

He leaped forward and rushed to his mother's side.

"Mother! I'll see you downstairs first, then I'll come back to keep you company!"

After saying that, Qian Tiezhu's fist punched straight through his mother's body.

Upon seeing this, Qian Tiezhu burst into tears.

They launched a suicidal attack on the Goddess of Fortune and Longevity.

Unfortunately, before his fist could even touch the Goddess of Fortune and Longevity, his entire body was engulfed in flames.

But perhaps because it was still useful, the Goddess of Fortune and Longevity did not kill it immediately.

Upon seeing Qian Tiezhu fall to the ground, a frenzy instantly erupted among the crowd.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

The Goddess of Fortune and Longevity ignored this and fixed her large, beady eyes on Wang Yan.

It was full of greed.

"Such fresh life, such firm meat."

"Eating you will surely yield plenty of longevity fruits!"

Wang Yan chuckled, "Let's see if you're lucky enough to get it! You've harmed so many people, you're going to die!"

The Goddess of Fortune and Longevity laughed upon seeing this.

"They asked for fruit, and I, the Empress, will grant them fruit."

"They offer sacrifices, and I, the Empress, accept them."

"If it's a matter of mutual consent, what's the harm in it?"

Wang Yan looked at the townspeople kneeling on the ground.

"They know where the fruit came from."

The Goddess of Fortune and Longevity said, "So what if I know?"

"So what if we don't know? If eating it will make us live and live forever, who cares where the fruit comes from?"

Many townspeople lowered their heads.

But many more people had red eyes.

They are not ashamed.

I'm just afraid there won't be any fruit for them tonight.

The Goddess of Fortune and Longevity raised her plump hand and pointed at Wang Yan.

"Whoever can peel off a piece of his flesh, I, the Empress, will bestow upon you five longevity fruits; consider these a gift from me."

As soon as she finished speaking, several shiny white fruits flew out from behind her.

The fruit fell into the crowd.

The townspeople who had been kneeling just moments before suddenly pounced on him like madmen.

"mine!"

"This is my house!"

"Get out of here!"

"I've been offering incense for months, why should I give it to you!"

A wooden stick hit him on the head.

The cleaver slashed into his arm.

Someone was holding onto the fruit when a relative next to them kicked him over.

Someone had just managed to grab half a piece when someone behind them bit their wrist.

The smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Qian Tiezhu, dressed entirely in black, watched this scene with trembling lips.

His neighbors were among these people.

There was an aunt who had given him candy when he was a child.

There was also an uncle who helped his family when they were in trouble.

But now, they look like a bunch of monsters.

An old man snatched the fruit and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

His white hair began to turn black.

The wrinkles on her face are shrinking back.

He straightened his back a little.

The next second, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he lunged at Wang Yan, clutching a wood-chopping knife.

"I want longevity fruits! I want more longevity fruits!"

Another woman also swallowed the fruit.

She laughed as she brandished her knife at the people around her.

"The Empress said that if we peel off his flesh, we will receive fruit."

More and more people flocked to Wang Yan.

Their power was artificially amplified by the longevity fruit.

The townspeople, who were originally just ordinary people, suddenly developed into individuals approaching the level of E-grade weapon wielders in a short period of time.

The management team, stationed at the town entrance, heard the commotion coming from the direction of Fushou Temple and their expressions changed.

A young team member asked, "Captain, should we go in and provide support?"

The captain shook his head.

"Just guard the exit. Do you really think what's inside is stronger than what happened in Jiangdong?"

The young player shook his head and said nothing more.

Outside the Fushou Temple, Wang Yan frowned as he watched the townspeople rushing towards him.

The Goddess of Fortune and Longevity stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, her body trembling with laughter.

"Eat."

"Go ahead and rob it."

"Whoever grabs it first lives."

"Whoever doesn't fight for it will die."

Wang Yan looked up at her.