"Immortal, immortal...rao,rao..."
The leader of the police force fell to the ground with a thud, trembling and trembling on the ground like a fish with its spine ripped out.
Within a moment, there was no movement in the whole person, and he was actually scared to death.
Although Zhang Dao was hundreds of meters above the ground, he was still aware of this and snorted disdainfully.
"This is a bargain!"
Come to think of it, this kind of person has been oppressing the good for too long, and he has a guilty conscience.
However, Zhang Dao disdains to argue with someone who wields a power as big as a match head in his hand and dances like a spear to support the tiger.
He turned to face the people and remaining officers below the city gate and said: "From now on, the new laws of the Song Dynasty will be implemented throughout Suzhou. Anyone who bullies good people or commits crimes and violates the law will die!"
All the people were overjoyed when they heard this and thanked him with joy!
"Finally, the immortal came to save us!"
"The rumors are true, our Song Dynasty really has immortals who make decisions for the people!"
"Thank you, Immortal, for rescuing me!"
“……”
The police officers who were working for the tiger were all so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy.
Zhang Dao temporarily appointed the old man who had spoken out for all the people as the person in charge of Chengguan.
He was temporarily responsible for the affairs of the city gate, and led the people to interrogate these officers who had oppressed the people in the past, and asked them to open warehouses and store grain to manage the place, waiting for the imperial court to come to settle it.
Then Zhang Dao carried the Dharma image all the way to Gusu.
Along the way, I encountered many cases of government servants exploiting ordinary people. They used their own skin to oppress and exploit ordinary people.
But after Zhang Dao appeared, it immediately made those who were in trouble no longer dare to do evil.
In Gusu City, in the original government office.
Murong Fu was in the Yamen Prison, looking coldly at his former Western generals through the cell door. Behind him were several martial arts people who had taken refuge.
"Hmph! I will give you one last chance. If there is another objection, today next year will be your death anniversary!"
At this moment, everyone in Xijiang had been beaten all over their bodies. When they heard Murong Fu's voice, they all opened their eyelids and looked at him.
Feng BoE had a complicated expression on his face, his eyes full of grievance and unwillingness, and he tremblingly said, "Young master! We are all your retainers. Even if you kill us, we brothers, the Westerners, will never complain!"
"Huh!" Murong Fu's face twitched, he snorted coldly, and turned to look aside.
Seeing him like this, Feng BoE continued: "No matter what you do, we Western brothers will have nothing to say. However, the world's situation has changed a long time ago. If someone has soldiers, he can accomplish anything. How can people fight with immortals and gods?"
"Right now, the only best option is to lie dormant and wait for action. The reason why we dissuade you is because we don't want you to..."
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Murong Fu.
"Shut up! I know what I am doing! As my retainers, you should help me achieve great things, instead of holding my hand!"
Feng BoE and other Westerners all looked at Murong Fu with sad and worried faces. After being scolded by him like this, they really didn't know what to say.
Murong Fu did not dare to look at the Westerner's eyes, his eyes were slightly averted, and a look of intolerance flashed across his face.
Then he said in a cold voice: "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for not caring about our past feelings!"
"Young Master!" Feng Bo evil Westerner said sadly.
"How outrageous! How dare you disrespect me as King Yan!" Murong Fu angrily shouted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and then shouted to several martial arts people behind him:
"This Westerner has double-minded intentions and evil intentions. He should be taken out and chopped immediately!"
"Yes! King Yan!"
Then some of his martial arts men came forward, opened the cell door, and were about to go in and catch the Feng Bo Evil West.
"Master! Master! You can't go on any longer!"
"Master, it is not a pity for our brother to die, but you must turn around quickly!"
"Every move we make now is like a cricket shaking a tree. Qingyun Mountain is looking at..."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Murong Fu's face twisted and he shouted angrily.
Pointing at the Feng Bo Evil Westerners, he shouted: "You dare to confuse the public with your evil words when you are about to die. Please stop their mouths for me!"
Immediately, someone came forward with a cloth ball and stuffed it into Brother Xi's mouth. Xi's eyes were split, he struggled desperately, and looked at Murong Fu with sorrow and anger.
Murong Fu did not dare to look at the Westerner's eyes, but waved his hand to his men to take this stubborn Westerner away as soon as possible.
After Feng Bo Xiren was taken away, his chest was heaving violently and he was gasping for air.
At this moment, one of his men suddenly stumbled in.
"Yan, Yan, King Yan, yes, yes..."
Murong Fu frowned and grabbed the visitor's collar.
"What happened? Where are the people rebelling again? Tell me!"
"Yes, yes!" The visitor was frightened by Murong Fu's ferocious expression, but he quickly came to his senses, pointed his finger upward, and stammered:
"Gu, there is, there is, there is on Gusu City..."
Murong Fu frowned even more tightly and couldn't figure out the reason for a while.
He angrily threw the person in his hand to the ground, and then walked out quickly, and the remaining martial arts people behind him hurriedly followed.
Murong Fu just walked out of the prison door and looked up at the sky. His eyes suddenly widened, his whole body trembled, and he shook his head slightly, full of disbelief and horror.
On top of Gusu City, a figure tens of feet tall stood impressively, looking down at everything in Gusu City. You could tell who it was at a glance.
The martial arts people behind him were also trembling, and they began to retreat quietly.
"Come on, come on!"
Murong Fu's eyes were fixed on the face of the figure in the sky. His eyes suddenly turned blood red like a wild beast, and his face was full of ferocity.
"Yes, yes!" someone replied tremblingly.
"Assemble all the archers immediately, it's just a pretense!"
"But, but, King Yan, that is, that is a god..."
Before the man finished speaking, Murong Fu's sword was already placed on his neck.
"Go and do it quickly! If you dare to say more, I will be the first to kill you! What can the gods do? I will kill the gods today!"
"Yes, yes! I'll do it now, little man!"
The man trembled and accepted the order. He had no choice but to let all his family members be detained by Murong Fu in Yanziwu.
When Zhang Dao found Murong Fuzhi, he found him standing on the Gusu city wall in armor, with thousands of archers stationed on top of the city wall.
Seeing such a scene, most of the people in the city hid in their houses in fear for fear of harming Chiyu.
"Zhang Dao! The world is afraid of you, but I, Murong Fu, am not afraid of you! Today, I will kill you, the evil god who oppresses the world, for the sake of the world!"
