After three full days of surviving in the wilderness, Zhang Shu finally saw a village from afar.

"Pity God! Finally let me see the traces of human activity! ”

Zhang Shu never thought that the Douluo Continent would be so vast and sparsely populated. The two cities are more than 300 miles apart, and there is only one village in front of them in such an empty area.

I walked along the road for half an hour with excitement, and saw a man driving a donkey cart and dragging his family to this side.

When the donkey cart came to him, Zhang Shu stopped him and asked:

"Uncle, where are we fighting? It's a no-man's land for more than 300 miles, it's not good! ”

The man and his party were stopped, and they all looked at him vigilantly at first. He looked him up and down, and saw that he was not very old, and he spoke an authentic 'Fasno dialect', and then his expression softened.

The man turned his head to signal his wife and children on the van to rest assured, then turned his head to look at Zhang Shu, sighed, and said:

"Alas! No, we came from that village. ”

Zhang Shu was stunned, "Which village?" ”

"Blossom Village." Without waiting for the man to speak, the woman sitting on the donkey cart and holding the child answered.

The man glared at her, and said angrily:

"What Blossom Village? Let's change it to the Remnant Flower Village! Drive! ”

The man seemed to have thought of something bad, and lost the interest in chatting, and drove the donkey cart away with his whip.

Zhang Shu thought to himself that I hadn't finished asking yet, but it was not good to call people back after they had already left. He walked towards the Blossom Village alone.

When he was young, Zhang Shu came to the entrance of Blooming Flower Village, and saw that the village was full of people, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Zhang Shu had a puzzled expression on his face.

Just because they were all packing their luggage, moving boxes and cabinets into the car, and some of them even loaded three or four cars.

Zhang Shu saw that there was an old man in the crowd who was unmoved, and looked at it in a daze, so he squeezed through the crowd and came to the old man.

"Old man! I'm an adventurer from Notting City! What is this for? ”

When the old village chief saw Zhang Shu, an outsider, crowding over, he looked at him with unkind eyes. Later, when I heard him say that he was from Notting City, I let my guard down a little.

"Notting City is more than three hundred miles away from here, why did you come here?"

"I'm a soul master!"

“……”

At the moment when Zhang Shu finished saying that he was a soul master, the originally chaotic street suddenly became audible.

Some young capable men even put down their work and surrounded them with their bare hands.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhang Shu said in a hurry, "I am the soul master of the Martial Spirit Palace!"

The full name of the 'Soul Master of the Wuhun Palace' - the soul master who has not joined the Wuhun Palace.

Whether it's true or not, Zhang Shu's sentence really calmed down this group of people.

Zhang Shu struck while the iron was hot and said, "So, who is the village chief of Blooming Flower Village?" I have some questions I'd like to ask. ”

"Dear Soul Master, I am the village chief of Blooming Flower Village." The old man's voice came from behind, and Zhang Shu suddenly turned around.

"You're the village chief?" Zhang Shu asked gently.

The old village chief nodded and said, "If you want to ask something, you might as well go into the house and talk about it." ”

Zhang Shu pretended to nod and said, "Yes." ”

Seeing that Zhang Shu agreed, the old village chief turned around and walked to the courtyard next to him, stood at the door and asked Zhang Shu to go in, and Zhang Shu was polite and walked in first.

After the two of them entered the house one after the other, the people outside were busy again, but seven or eight men were left to guard around the courtyard.

In the house, there were two chairs and a table facing the door, and the old village chief sat on the round chair on the left, motioning for Zhang Shu to sit on another round chair.

The two sat down, and Zhang Shu was afraid that the old village chief would find out his identity, so he took the lead in asking: "Old village chief, what happened in the village, why did the villagers start to pack up and leave?" ”

"Alas~ This matter has to start with the army of Ruth City." The old village chief sighed and slowly told Zhang Shu about the changes in the village.

"Originally, these armies were okay, although they were arrogant, they would not oppress us."

But in the past two years, for some reason, these soldiers have become more and more indulgent, and even regarded several nearby villages as ...... It's a brothel! ”

Speaking of this, the old village chief couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Otherwise, who wants to leave their homeland and run to the wilderness where soul beasts are wreaking havoc! We can't help ourselves! ”

When the old village chief spoke of his heartache, he got up from the round chair and knelt down in front of Zhang Shu.

"My lord! If you can help us, your great kindness will be remembered by our whole village! We will set up a torii for you! ”

Zhang Shu was startled, and hurriedly jumped aside from the round chair, picked up the old village chief, and helped him to the round chair.

Zhang Shu couldn't control this matter, looking at the old village chief's eager gaze, Zhang Shu had no choice but to confess and said:

"Old village chief, let me tell you the truth, I'm not a member of the Martial Spirit Palace, I'm just a passerby from Notting City and walking towards Heaven Dou City."

Zhang Shu showed a regretful expression to the village chief and said, "The situation in the village is indeed infuriating, but there is nothing I can do now!" ”

The old village chief sat down in a round chair in disappointment.

Seeing this, Zhang Shu silently retreated.

He was indeed very angry, but he didn't even have a normal offensive soul skill now, how could he help?

Give one of them a fog to die?

Syllable!

Zhang Shu opened the courtyard door, and suddenly stretched out two black arms from the left and the right and touched them together.

Zhang Shu poked his head out, looked left and right, and said, "My own people!" Uncle! ”

Unexpectedly, the man turned his head and glared at him fiercely, and said, "Phew! Who's your uncle? Blind your dog's eyes! Lao Tzu is only eighteen this year! ”

“？？？”

Zhang Shu looked horizontally and vertically, left and right, and after looking at it for a long time, he counted eighteen wrinkles from his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

"Little Tiger...... Let him go! The old chief's voice came from inside the house.

The little tiger who claimed to be eighteen-year-old was very obedient when he heard this, put down his arm very obediently, and released Zhang Shu.

"Uh......"

Zhang Shu wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to close his mouth and move forward.

……

Two days later, Zhang Shu walked to the city of Ruth.

He first bought some supplies at the grocery store, then borrowed pen and paper from the store to write a letter. After entrusting the clerk to send it to the Wuhun Palace, he left.

The envelope reads 'Chrysanthemum Pass'.

He just wrote this in the hope that this letter could really be handed over to Ju Douluo Yueguan.

It was the only thing he could do for the people of Ruth.

After Zhang Shu left, the deacon of the Martial Spirit Branch Hall in Ruth City was very angry when he saw the letter.

"Who is it? How dare you be disrespectful to my Martial Spirit Hall elders! This chrysanthemum ...... This simply makes no sense! ”

Tear and pull!

"I'm here to see what's in this letter." The deacon rudely tore open the envelope and took out the letter.

"Your Majesty Ju Douluo, hello!"

"I'm writing this letter because the Martial Spirit Hall is about to face a turning point in its rise and fall."

"Since its establishment, the Wuhun Hall has lasted for 10,000 years and has a profound heritage! Civilian soul masters are mostly favored, so most of them are under the command of the Martial Spirit Palace, and they are divided into three, six, nine and so on according to their talents. ”

"Inferior people, such as the personnel of the various city branches of the Martial Spirit Palace; Medium-level, such as the bishop of the first-level martial soul branch hall of the Imperial Province; Superior, such as you and Ghost Douluo, and even Golden Crocodile Douluo and other titled powerhouses! ”

"It can be seen that the basic plate of the Martial Spirit Hall lies in the civilian soul masters, and in the civilians with a vast base."

"And today, the imperial power of the Dou Empire is declining, and the local warlords seem to have the idea of ruling by drawing the land. The people in the place where the garrison is located are miserable, and even more so, they have moved their villages to escape the world! ”

"This is the self-digging grave of the Imperial garrison! It is also a good opportunity for the Wuhun Hall to take advantage of the situation to win people's hearts. In the future, when the world changes greatly, the Wuhun Hall will be able to occupy the great righteousness, and then only need to get rid of the three sects to dominate the continent. ”

"If you don't act at this time, let those nobles of the family react, they will definitely do it first, and Your Majesty should think deeply."

Finally, Zhang Shu also copied an ancient saying:

'There are people in the husband's country, and there are boats in the water, and if you stop, you will be safe, and if you disturb it, you will be in danger. ’

There is no detour in this letter, even the deacon's level can understand what is written on the letter.

Except for the last sentence.

"Heh~"

The deacon smiled disdainfully, threw the letter on the table, and said with a smile: "Where did the clown come from, who dares to talk about national affairs!" I don't even dare to show my face, what kind of thing! ”

The deacon didn't care, but his mind kept thinking about the contents of the letter.

After thinking for a long time, the deacon shouted to the door, "Call Hongzhi here." ”

With the sound of hurried footsteps, a red-haired boy appeared in front of the deacon.

"Lord Deacon!"

"Hmm." The deacon picked up the letter from the table and handed it to Red Wisdom, saying, "Ash, you are my confidant!" You pack this letter and send it to the bishop of the Martial Spirit Main Hall of Fasno Province, even if you can't hand it over to the bishop yourself, make sure that this letter can really be delivered to the bishop!" ”

"Yes!" Hongzhi took the letter with both hands and replied respectfully.

The deacon nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand to signal that Hongzhi could go.

"Yes!"