Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies Chapter 104: Deceives the public with his lies

Unlike the Hu family's exploitation of Qingyang Town, the Xi family has always been generous to the people of Jiacheng. Their cruelty is only shown to those families that have the opportunity to threaten the Xi family's position, which is one of the reasons why the Xi family is actually well-loved.

As for the Hu family, not even Hu Shaong's own relatives have received much kindness. They are submissive in front of Hu Shaong.

This is because, before successfully joining the Fishing Sea Tower, it was necessary to do so in order for Hu Shaong to obtain enough resources to support his cultivation.

When the granary is full, it is known to have etiquette, and it is the sa in the cultivation world.

For this city, this city area, Xi Zichu certainly has feelings.

Years of love and closeness, even iron and stone, have been ward.

So when he saw a back door of a dical clinic, a dying patient being casually thrown onto a cart with several corpses, he was a little angry.

Especially since the ones doing this were soldiers of the city guard. They were almost equivalent to the private soldiers of the Xi family. To so extent, they also represented him.

A straw mat covered these corpses, and the cart rolled forward.

Everything seed hasty, perfunctory, and absurd.

"Make way."

The young soldier coldly shouted.

At that ti, Xi Zichu happened to pass by here and stopped at the entrance of the alley.

He happened to block their way.

"What are you doing?" Xi Zichu asked.

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No one wants to do this kind of thing, so the two soldiers pushing the cart were not in a good mood.

"Take them to the mass grave. If you dare to cause trouble, we'll bury you too!" one of them said.

"This person is not dead yet!"

Xi Zichu took a step forward and lifted the straw mat.

"Looking for death!" The two soldiers of the city guard imdiately drew their swords!

But their swords were pushed back.

Xi Zichu stared at the disfigured face on the top of the cart, shocked!

Although this person was not dead yet, he was beyond dical help because he had contracted a plague.

Even though the Eastern King Valley practiced both dicine and poison and did not hesitate to kill, the study of "plague" was strictly prohibited.

Even though countless powerful killing thods could be developed from the "plague," this was a foreseeable direction, but no one dared to openly attempt it.

Regardless of whether it hard the heavens or not, once exposed, it would be condemned by the world. Even the Eastern King Valley could not bear such consequences.

What shocked Xi Zichu was that this person, including the corpses under him, had all been infected with the plague.

Yet they were simply wrapped in a straw mat and sent to the mass grave.

If the escorting soldiers were lazy and didn't even bury them, the consequences...

And such a big matter, whether as a cultivator of the Eastern King Valley or as the young master of the Xi family, he knew nothing about it!

The dying patient looked at Xi Zichu's eyes hopelessly, his lips moved, but no sound ca out.

Xi Zichu opened his five fingers, and a flower of devouring appeared, swallowing the bodies on the cart... including this person who had not completely turned into a corpse.

"Do you know what disease this is?" He turned his head and asked the soldiers.

"Who are you?" one of the soldiers asked.

Facing a powerful expert who displayed transcendent power, they still maintained the courage of warriors.

Such soldiers were the result of generations of managent by the Xi family. Xi Zichu should have been proud of them.

But at this mont, he didn't have that kind of mood. He just wiped his face with his hand and returned to his original appearance. "It's ."

The two soldiers looked at each other.

Then they reported, "Young Master! We don't know either. Mr. Liu only passed on the ssage that anyone with this kind of illness should be sent to the mass grave in the northern suburbs for unified burial."

"How long has this been going on?"

"We really don't know. We were only transferred here the day before yesterday to handle the bodies in the nearby streets, mainly from this dical clinic."

Another soldier interjected, "According to rumors in the army, it seems to have started since April... but now, it seems to be increasing."

Xi Zichu's face beca very ugly, and he left without saying a word.

...

When Jiang Wang returned to Jiacheng again, everything seed unchanged.

The gatekeeper still refused to let him in without paying the entrance fee, and of course, he didn't dare to ask for more.

The streets were still bustling with people, a scene of peace and prosperity.

Jiang Wang didn't have any good feelings towards the Xi family, but he didn't have any major hostility either.

Fighting for treasures was all about using one's own ans, and the compensation from the Xi family was sincere enough. Although a Soaring Dragon Realm elder died in vain, he wasn't too angry. It could be considered as having the deanor of a prestigious family.

If the Xi family doesn't plan to oppose him in the future, he doesn't intend to hold a grudge against them either.

What he wants to do is to integrate the business of the Zhongxuan family in various parts of the Yang Kingdom, improve efficiency, and provide a continuous source of resources for Zhongxuan Sheng. It is impossible to achieve this by just killing along the way.

He didn't have the intention to go to the City Lord's Mansion. He still rembered the small courtyard where Xi Zichu invited him to et, so he planned to wait for Xi Zichu there. Before that, he wanted to go to several major dical clinics in Jiacheng to see the situation.

If the two dead people in Qingyang Town were really infected with a disease, then in such a big city like Jiacheng, there should be similar cases.Moreover, with the quality of physicians in the big city, patients who might be left to die in Qingyang Town could possibly be cured in Jiacheng.

With Xi Zichu, a Transcendent cultivator from the Eastern King Valley, Jiang Wang had great confidence in the dical skills of Jiacheng.

As he walked down the street, he heard a commotion.

From a distance, he saw a group of armored soldiers escorting a prison cart, heading in his direction.

When a prison cart passes through the city, it's like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and jeers.

Not to ntion, there was a burly man loudly reading out the prisoner's cris—

"Here is a physician, surna Sun, first na Ping.

He is audacious and deceives the public with his lies!

In pursuit of huge profits, he exaggerates the severity of illnesses.

Within a single street, everyone feels threatened;

Within a single room, everyone is anxious.

The prison cart passes through the city, to be beheaded at the South Gate.

To set an example for all, to serve as a warning!"

The words were clear, the proclamation loud. Everyone understood perfectly.

This young physician nad Sun Ping, in order to make so dirty money, deliberately exaggerated the patients' conditions, causing panic among the people, and profiting from it.

"How despicable!"

A rotten egg was thrown, "splat!" it hit the prison cart.

The black and yellow egg liquid trickled down the criminal Sun Ping's black hair.

This sound, like a war drum, instantly triggered a "charge", and sounded the "war".

Hands reached out from the crowd, like a relay, continuing the cause of justice!

Countless rotten cabbages and stinky eggs rained down into the prison cart.

People's faces were flushed with anger, filled with righteous indignation.

"This heartless thing! All he knows is to take our money!"

"So young and already so wicked, what will he beco in the future?"

"How dare he spread rumors!"

"He truly has a human face but a beast's heart!"

In the end, all the voices of justice converged into a torrent.

They converged into a single voice shouting—

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

……

Jiang Wang stood outside the crowd, watching the prison cart.

The criminal in the cart nad Sun Ping, dressed in prison clothes, handcuffed and chained, neither cried out in injustice nor defended himself, he didn't even dodge the filth that was thrown at him.

But in his young eyes, tears were flowing.