At this time, Zhang Zicheng no longer used the system to reduce the dimensionality of WeChat voice, but used the half-crippled golden body of wishing power to speak directly.

Thus, his words are no longer confined to a narrow area, but ringing in the ears of all those who are covered by the cause and effect of the great aspiration.

Not only that, but due to the special nature of the willpower, such a voice is very soft, and even if it spreads thousands of miles, it will not cause harm to anyone.

Zhang Zicheng is very satisfied with this.

Finally able to speak normally, without fear of a greeting that would destroy half the galaxy.

Merely...... Zhang Zicheng also found through this sigh that what he said would be heard by everyone in the world.

Suddenly, the dead otaku, who had never spoken on an occasion of more than 50 people, was slightly afraid of stage.

Of course, this feeling is fleeting, after all, they are all low-dimensional people, and the confidence to completely control their lives in their hands is really inscary.

I've never heard of any emperor who has social fear.

However, Zhang Zicheng still decided to be cautious in his words and deeds, and he couldn't chat with Zhang Jiao as casually as before.

It's nothing to have a god in private, and it's a shame to talk to people all over the world at the same time.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Zicheng slowly spoke: "At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the population of the country was more than 5,600. ”

Everyone in the world, almost at the same time, let go of everything in their hands.

The young students, who were reading aloud in the private school, watched as the gentleman walked out of the door in a rage, looking for who was disturbing the study.

Sitting in the middle of the house, waiting for the peasants who had no money to repay their debts, the landlords asked the other family members if they had heard the voice.

The displaced people in the Nanyang area, standing in the dry river, stared blankly at the sky.

Refugees fleeing the floods in coastal areas looked at each other with their bags on their backs and talked about it.

A big-haired man walking on the street selling red dates stopped and looked at the sky with blazing eyes.

A young man weaving straw sandals suddenly put down the withered grass in his hand and looked around.

No matter what their status, what level of knowledge, or how far they know the world.

Whether he is illiterate or illiterate, or a capable person who understands the general trend of the world while sitting at home.

Although they had never heard of the word 'Eastern Han Dynasty', for some reason, they immediately understood that it was the present.

Just understanding the meaning of this word makes countless people's hearts throb and be sincerely afraid.

Eastern han dynasty...... The last years?

Without making people wonder for long, the voice continued: "Due to natural and man-made disasters and turmoil in the court, the people had no way to make a living, and they rose up, which is known as the Yellow Turban Uprising. ”

Hearing the word 'Yellow Turban Uprising', in the South Palace, Zhang Jiao under the guards and swordsmen, his pupils suddenly contracted.

And the ethereal voice is still coming slowly.

"After the Yellow Turban Uprising, Dong Zhuo was in turmoil, the princes were divided, and the world was divided into three parts, which lasted nearly a hundred years."

"There is a person, named Cao Cao, who went through the hinterland of the Central Plains, full of devastation, and wrote a poem:

"There are righteous people in the Kanto region, and they raise troops to fight against the murderers. In the early days, the alliance was in Jin, and the heart was in Xianyang.

"The army is uneven, hesitating and geese walking. Snobbery makes people fight, and heirs fight each other.

"The title of Huainan brother is engraved in the north. The armor is full of lice, and all surnames die.

"The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines. ”

"Subsequently, until the beginning of the Jin Dynasty of the Sima family, the population of the world was only more than 700,000."

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Above the Nangong court in Luoyang, everyone's imprisonment disappeared at some point.

The guards and eunuchs looked at each other, at a loss, and didn't know how to react for a while, so they could only secretly look at His Majesty's expression.

And Liu Hong's face was also cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Only Zhang Jiao under the court reacted the most violently.

He shivered like chaff and could barely stand.

No guards stopped him, but he tried to stand up several times, but finally fell to the ground because his legs were weak.

Zhang Jiao was unprecedentedly embarrassed, his hair was scattered, his eyes were slightly bulging because of his blood pressure, and the bloodshot under his eyes quickly diffused.

Zhang ...... Zhang Jiao ...... "He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and choked up several times.

In the end, Zhang Jiao faced the sky outside the hall, kowtowed heavily, buried his head in the ground, raised his face without face, and said in a resting voice: "Sinner Zhang Jiao!" Woe to the world! As a result, the world is full of bones! Ten rooms and nine emptiness! ”

"Ten thousand deaths are especially unforgivable, and a thousand knives are especially uncompensable! The bamboo of the South Mountain, the book crime is not endless; Break the waves of the East China Sea, and the evil is inexhaustible! ”

These words immediately made the courtiers think of something, and their faces changed greatly.

There was even a loyal and righteous man, who took a step forward and shouted at Zhang Jiao: "Shameless demon way! Isn't your Taiping Yellow Turban the culprit in this prophecy?! ”

When the others heard this, they also spoke up one after another, scolding Zhang Jiao for cruelty to the people and harming people, and the world is a great evil.

There were only a few people, looking at each other secretly, looking at Liu Hong, who was ugly, and did not make a sound.

These bastards seem to accuse Zhang Jiao, don't they say that the nameless prophecy is true?

If this is the case, wouldn't the world of the Han family be ......

"Misceiving the crowd! Myths confuse the public! ”

Liu Hong shouted angrily, but he didn't know what to do next.

After all, the fear of being imprisoned just now was still reflected in his mind, lingering.

Such supernatural powers...... Isn't it a true immortal?

Since it is an immortal, that prophecy......

Liu Hong didn't dare to think about it anymore.

And Zhang Jiao, who was hiding his face and kneeling, was buzzing in his head, and he couldn't hear these accusations at all.

All he had in his mind was the prophecy that Si Chen had just said, and the poem written by the man named Cao Cao.

The armor is full of lice, and all surnames die.

The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

What a tragic scene?

Just thinking about it, Zhang Jiao is really as the poem says, with colic in the abdomen and broken liver and intestines!

He was sobbing profusely, and his whole body was spasming.

However, the pictures of the people in the past kept pouring into Zhang Jiao's mind.

In his mind, there was a starvation of hungry people who could not survive under the rule of the Han Dynasty. For a while, it was the ten rooms and nine empty rooms in Si Chen's prophecy, and the barren white bones were chilling.

Zhang Jiao had a splitting headache, and his soul was about to be torn apart by these two pictures.

Finally, he couldn't help it, raised his head, and wailed: "But! But I don't understand! I don't know what to do! ”

"What should I do to keep the people alive! They just want to live! What the hell should I do? ”

"Si Chen! Si Chen's God! Please! Tell me, tell me what I should do, so that the people of the world can live! ”

Saying that, out of nowhere, Zhang Jiao stood up with muddy hair, and he begged in a pleading tone: "Please Si Chen tell me how Zhang Jiao should do it!" ”

"Even if Zhang Jiaowan dies, it is incumbent on him!"

At this time, the people in the court dressed in fine clothes finally fell silent.

Even if that voice says that if you Zhang Jiao die, the people will have a way to live, then Zhang Jiao will definitely die in this Nangong without hesitation.

In front of this man who was extremely painful, as if he was about to vomit out his soul, they were almost speechless, and they were a little overwhelmed.

The voice finally rang out again.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand."

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky."

Zhang Jiao magically calmed down, his body no longer trembled, and his eyes suddenly looked directly at the golden light in the sky.

"The yellow sky has arrived."

"Don't worry about it."