When the old beggar handed out the paper, he staggered and disappeared behind the crowd.

Zhu Xulin only felt that the paper in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

Pu Song patted Zhu Xulin, who seemed to be slightly confused, and didn't say anything.

As soon as he shook his hand, he saw the true body of the god of the City God Temple, turning into a small shadow.

As Pu Song chanted the words, the shadow-like real body directly sank into the gourd on his waist.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the people in the audience looked at Pu Song with a look of fascination and awe.

The means of ghosts and gods are already extraordinary for them.

As a result, when I got to Pu Song, I was already in the category of not being able to understand, but I didn't know how to perceive it.

When there was the first person to eat crabs, the people below finally couldn't hold back.

At first, one person tentatively recounted the bloody experience of the past.

When they saw Song Lanyi on the side, seriously helping them write down the papers, the crowd was greatly encouraged again.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of gossip and everything.

Zhu Xulin covered his bloody buttocks, but his face was no longer as hippie and smiling as usual.

After a while, he said, "I'm not as good as them."

Compared with himself who has been raised since he was a child, he is really inferior to these people.

Zhu Xulin didn't care about the injuries on his body, so he squatted on the side and watched Song Lanyi write the paper-like paper on the bluestone slab.

The more he looked at it, the more solemn his face became.

Officials and businessmen colluded, annexed land, sold sons and daughters, and sacrificed virgins......

Where is this paper?

In Zhu Xulin's view, this is clearly the cuckoo's crying blood.

Thinking about it like this, there was a rare hint of murder in his eyes.

These people should be killed!

It doesn't matter if he Zhu Xu is reckless, or that he doesn't know the height of the sky.

Whether it is the officials in the south or the ghosts and gods of the Yin Division here, they are all like a dense spider web, and the relationship between them is broken, and they may affect the whole body at any time.

But...... So what?

He Zhu Xulin is the crown prince, and his son is the son of heaven.

Who else does he need to be afraid of?!

Belch...... Except for saints.

Thinking of this, Zhu Xulin violently took out a few pieces of paper, dispatched troops, and prepared to investigate the officials and ghosts and gods who committed the crime above.

Before leaving, he also took Pu Song, who was the strongest in battle, away.

It wasn't until the sky was approaching that Song Lanyi, who had been busy all day, raised his sour neck and shook his wrist, which was a little sore because he had held the pen for a long time.

At this time, the temple fair has ended, and the flow of people has gradually receded.

Song Lanyi looked at the thick pile of paper-like paper in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, held the paper, and jumped down from the stands.

Niu Dali was as early as the afternoon, unable to withstand the warm sun, lying on the bluestone on the side, snoring and falling asleep, his mouth slightly open, and a stream of saliva was left down his cheeks.

Tangxi disliked this, found an ancient tree from a distance, jumped on the branch in two or three steps, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Waiting for Song Lanyi's movement to come, Tang Xi opened his eyes vigilantly and jumped to the ground.

Niu Dali looked sleepy-eyed, rubbing his eyes and yawning, while slowly wriggling down from the bluestone slab like a worm.

In a half-dream, Niu vigorously opened his eyes, "Yo, it's dark?"

Song Lanyi had done a day's work, and his chest was already hungry and pressed against his back.

She lifted the ox directly and put it on the dragon horse's mount, hooked the horse's pedals on the tips of her toes, straddled her long legs, and in the blink of an eye, her whole person was already straddling the horse.

On the way back to the Overlord's Mansion, Niu Dali couldn't help but ask, "Sister Song, do you really want to kill all the corrupt officials, ghosts and gods in the south?" So many, can you kill them all?"

There is a sentence that Niu Dali did not say.

Although he looked like a three-year-old child, he was much older than that.

What he was worried about was that if all the officials were killed, the vacant positions would ...... In a short period of time, who will replace it?

If this matter is not handled well, sooner or later it will cause a big mess.

Hearing Niu Dali's concerns, Song Lanyi was surprised, "Can you still think of this?"

Niu Dali: "......"

A thin blush appeared on his face, a hint of annoyance and anger in it, and he exclaimed, "I'm seven years old!"

Can you think of so much at the age of seven?

That's really ...... Precocious.

Song Lanyi touched the fetal hair on the top of his head and said with a smile, "There is a saying, there is a saying that when the water is clear, there are no fish. If all the corrupt officials are killed, then this southern border will be almost ruined."

Seeing Niu Dali's thoughtful look, Song Lanyi whispered, as if talking to herself, as if telling Niu Dali, "The human race, since ancient times, has a nature called compromise. If you tell them at the beginning that we want to get rid of more than 70% of corrupt officials and ghosts, do you think they will agree?"

Niu Dali hurriedly shook his head, "How is this possible?"

Song Lanyi also smiled, "Yes, of course it's impossible. But if we first say that we want to kill all the ghosts and corrupt officials, and then in the actual process, selectively kill people according to the severity of the crime, do you think they will agree?"

Niu Dali faintly realized at this time.

Without waiting for him to nod, Song Lanyi continued, "Furthermore, the root of human inferiority always suffers from unevenness rather than widowhood. Some people are alive and others are condemned to death, and the different verdicts make it easier for them to have internal contradictions, so that they don't twist into a rope and think about us."

Hearing this string of words, Niu Dali's eyes looking at Song Lanyi were different.

If he remembered correctly, listening to Zhu Xulin, Song Lanyi was only fifteen years old.

Fifteen years old......

Was she born with a heart that knows more than others, or was she full of holes and eyes?

The evening breeze of early spring in the south still carries a slight coolness.

Niu Dali unconsciously touched the goosebumps on his arm, glanced at Song Lanyi secretly, and silently made the next decision in his heart.

Don't mess with Song Lanyi.

In the future, I will be more obedient in front of her.

Otherwise, if Song Lanyi calculates that she will be in the pit one day, I am afraid that she will be stupid to help her count the money.

After being silent for a long time, Niu Dali said tremblingly, "Sister Song, what are we going to do tomorrow?"

What are you going to do tomorrow?

With so much paper, it is naturally not possible to process it overnight.

Song Lanyi didn't think about taking care of everything, and had to do everything himself.

Isn't there still Pu Song, Zhu Xulin or even Mr. Li!

Since they are in charge of the paper, what is Song Lanyi going to do...... She already had a certain decision in her heart.

When approaching the Overlord's Mansion, Song Lanyi jumped off the horse and held the reins.

The little guy at the door saw the figure of their group, and immediately slowly opened the door of the vassal king's mansion.