The Scarlet Belted Man in Blue exerted his great strength, and continued to win one victory after another with a small number of people and a low casualty rate.

In the end, there are more and more people in blue clothes without liners and scarlet belts.

The two sides don't know how long they fought, and Li Qingxian's green bamboo strips went from eleven to twelve.

Eventually, the battle ended.

The Scarlet Belt Man in Blue swept through the town with great force, driving the black-lined Blue-Men and white-lined Blue-Men out of town.

After the victory, the townsfolk returned to the threshing floor to sing and dance and celebrate.

Many of the men in blue joined in.

But a very small number of people are unmoved, quietly observing.

Because the fog is the fog after all, no matter what happens, it is not an accident.

Li Qingxian looked at the man in blue who came to celebrate suspiciously.

Many townspeople are also a little confused.

Before the victory, there were only two kinds of people in blue around, namely the blue man with the scarlet belt and the blue man without lining.

But in less than a day after the victory, many people in blue who were unlined quietly put on black or white linings.

Before, everyone wore scarlet belts and people in blue did not wear hats.

But now, the people in blue have begun to wear hats one after another, as if they are proud to wear hats.

Everyone didn't know what was happening, but they just waited quietly for the sign to fall, hoping that the fog would dissipate.

After a while, the man in blue with the broken arm came over with his subordinates and gestured towards Li Qingxian, and soon, everyone knew that in order to celebrate the great victory, the man in blue was going to conduct a big parade on Fu'an Street to show the strength of the man in blue and build a new world together.

The townspeople, who had thought that waiting was boring, suddenly became excited, and they went to Fu'an Street one after another, looking at the street shrouded in treacherous fog to the east.

Time passes slowly.

Not long after, there was a noisy sound of musical instruments from the east side of the street, such as suona, trumpets, war drums, bronze bowls, xun, flute, and piano......

Everyone was in high spirits, holding their toes, stretching their necks, and looking hard into the depths of the mist.

After a while, a team of people in blue walked slowly with musical instruments, beating and blowing along the way, so lively.

However, the smiles on the faces of the many townspeople slowly dissipated, and they slowly walked back, leaning against the wall, away from the street.

Those people in blue who played music continued to move forward, and inside the blue clothes, there were slowly more black or white linings.

Those linings are not put on, but are stacked on top of each other like fine insects, intertwined into the inner lining.

The faces of every man in blue were filled with joyful smiles.

It is as if everyone has completely broken with the old order and is striding towards a new world.

Yu Ping looked at Li Qingxian with a puzzled look on his face.

Li Qing watched quietly.

Yu Ping looked at Han Anbo, who was expressionless.

Then I looked at the dirty beggar, and the dirty beggar was smiling, but the smile was mixed with something indescribable.

Looking at Xu Changren again, Xu Changren clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

After the orchestra stepped out of the mist on the east side, a trumpet sounded in the sky.

"Hey...... Hey...... Hey...... Hey......"

When everyone looked around, they saw that a huge wooden plank broke through the fog, occupying almost the entire street, and was more than half a person high above the ground.

As more and more planks broke through the fog, everyone realized that it was not a plank, but a huge platform.

Under the platform, the blue-clothed men who were bent over carried large wooden planks.

On the wooden board, many blue-clothed babies crawled around, without hats, white and fat, pink and tender, extremely cute.

Suddenly, Li Qingxian saw a familiar white fat baby.

When the neighbors sent joy, the bear child who was beaten by himself.

The bear child was obviously seven or eight years old, and he looked like a white pig burrowing into a rat's nest among the babies of a few months, but all the people in blue didn't seem to see it.

Outside the belly pocket, the bear child is also wearing blue clothes, and at the same time wearing a hat, is walking on all fours, like other babies.

The platform is forward, and the mist is backwards, slowly revealing more babies.

There are more and more ordinary babies, and there are more and more big babies like bear children, all wearing blue clothes and hats on their heads.

Unlike ordinary babies, these big babies like to look down at the edge of the platform, not knowing what they are looking at, and sometimes stretching out their white and chubby hands, not knowing what they are fishing.

When the bear child saw Li Qingxian, he first trembled slightly, and then grinned.

The teeth are sharp, the throat is deep black, and the eyes are as black as mud.

Li Qingxian slowly raised the twelve green bamboo strips.

The bear child cried and got behind him.

The platform constantly breaks through the fog, and a second layer of platform appears.

On the second platform, there were many people with hats taller than ordinary blue-clothed people, all of them wearing scarlet belts, smiling and congratulating each other, walking around, busy.

Like the blue-clad men who play musical instruments, the blue clothes of these tall hat-bearers are slowly growing black, white, or blood-colored linings.

Only a few men in blue with scarlet belts around the edges still don't wear hats and don't have new linings.

After the second layer of the platform is fully revealed, the third layer of the platform appears.

On the third platform, there were many thrones, and many taller men in blue sat on them, smiling and glancing down.

Most of these big blue coats wore hats, and among all those who wore hats, black, white, or blood-colored linings grew slowly inside the blue clothes.

Only a few people sit motionless, do not wear hats, and do not have linings.

When the third layer was fully revealed, the tallest man in blue on the fourth layer was revealed, who was sitting on the throne, bowing his head in contemplation.

His eyes were cloudy, but he straightened his body, did not wear a hat, and did not have an inner lining in his blue clothes.

The crimson belt around his waist was bright and bright.

The townspeople watched quietly, and the four-story platform was slowly moving forward under the bearing of the people in blue, and the sound of playing and singing spread throughout the town.

The four-story manpower platform starts from the east side of the fog and drives into the west side of the fog.

After a while, the first and second floors disappeared one after another.

When the mist devoured the third layer, Li Qingxian saw that the tall blue-clothed people who were originally sitting on it got up one after another, holding green bamboo strips, and slowly turned around to look at the tallest blue-clothed man on the fourth layer who did not wear a hat.

The mist engulfs the third and fourth floors.

The first platform was swallowed up in front, but the tail was large, and some of it was still outside the mist.

Some of the older babies were lying on the edge of the platform, reaching down to grab them.

Suddenly, a large baby cried out, he grabbed a man who was carrying a platform and was not clothed, pinched it like a chicken, duck and goose, and then opened his mouth wide and swallowed the person in one gulp.

The big baby's body swelled in a circle, and he reached out to grab it down even more excitedly.

Li Qingxian looked under the platform, and many people in blue with scarlet belts walked around, constantly picking up the clothes of ordinary people in blue.

Many people in blue who were originally unlined were stripped of their clothes while carrying the platform, and the surface of their bodies slowly gave birth to white linings, black linings or blood linings.

In a short time, all the blue-clothed people and non-blue-clothed people and the huge platform walked from one side of the mist to the other.

The fog quickly dissipated, and the notice of the sky gradually became transparent.

At the last moment, Li Qingxian seemed to see that there were some more words on the notice of heavenly fall.

"Need to know 1: The world has been harmonious, the world has been peaceful, and everyone has been equal. From now on, there will be no more scum in the locality, and no one is allowed to mention the word 'scum'......"

Li Qingxian's eyes flickered, and the notice disappeared.

The sky is empty, and everything is like a dream.

(End of chapter)