Anle County is the hardest hit county in the entire Lingzhou, and the people in the county have fled seven or eight times out of ten, and the rest are either hiding in the city or becoming refugees.

and the grass to sweep around.

As far as the eye can see, the entire Anle County is dead silent.

Even within the county seat, it is half empty, not to mention the counties below.

The porridge shack set up outside the city only serves one gruel a day, which is mixed with a large amount of bran and sand, which most people can't grab.

As soon as Liu Yuanfeng, the county guard of Anle County, returned with his front foot, the servants behind him brought back what had happened in the Assassin's Office.

Liu Yuanfeng, who was behind the county office, immediately laughed when he heard the news.

"Good, good death, good killing. ”

"These well-dressed beasts, under the rule, the common people have even eaten the turf and began to eat. ”

"What kind of birthday do they still have? They even went so far as to divide up the disaster relief silver taels of the greedy Mo court in the Assassin's Office. ”

Liu Yuanfeng sat down and slapped the paperweight on the table with a slap.

Jun Cheng also happened to sit beside him, shaking his head and sighing: "But this still can't solve the problem, there is no food, how to provide disaster relief?"

Liu Yuanfeng's face turned completely cold: "I heard Xu Xuanming say that the relief grain sent by the imperial court was not sent at all, and the grain carts and grain depots were all empty, this matter is definitely not so simple." ”

"I'm ready. ”

Liu Yuanfeng sorted out the pieces and letters on the table.

This piece was played in the imperial court, and at the same time there were two letters, one to Zhou Shangshu and one to the imperial historian. ”

"I, Liu Yuanfeng, don't believe in my Da Zhou, there will be no heavenly reason. ”

Jun Cheng nodded: "That's all." ”

At night, Liu Yuanfeng sat in front of the lamp with a candle and couldn't sleep.

What he wanted to write when he started writing, but what he wanted to write during the day had already been written in the recitals and letters, and as for the rest of the matter, it was no longer something that he could interfere with alone.

"Alas!" he threw the pen down and sighed deeply.

Perhaps he himself knew that even if these recitals really reached the heavens and caused turmoil in the court, it was already too late.

"What is the difference between me and those people, in the end, I can only sit and watch starvation and purgatory on earth. ”

Watching the lights flickering, his thoughts turned back and forth, and finally Liu Yuanfeng fell asleep directly on the table.

In a daze, I came to a place where there was no light of day.

Liu Yuanfeng found himself standing on a desolate land, with a howling black wind in the sky and fog everywhere.

"Where is this?"

Liu Yuanfeng walked forward, and suddenly a voice came from behind.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

It was the sound of chains dragging across the ground, not just one or two, but a group.

Liu Yuanfeng panicked and hurriedly hid under a sand dune.

As the sound of chains drew closer, the sound of stray footsteps rang out.

I saw a group of prisoners with shackles slowly walking out of the fog.

The first one was a demon who looked extremely terrible, his body was torn apart and looked like a patchwork of demons, there was a faint sense of familiarity, and then he looked closely at the eyes.

"Xu Xuanming?" Liu Yuanfeng was so shocked that he almost called out his name, and then quickly covered his mouth, not daring to get angry.

Looking further back, many of these people are familiar.

And the one in the middle is the Shangguan he just met in the daytime, Lingzhou Assassin Shi Qianwen.

"Xu Xuanming, Qian Thorn History, aren't the two of them dead?" Liu Yuanfeng looked at the sky and scene again, and he didn't understand where he might be in the underworld.

Sure enough, as the prisoners walked out one by one, the one who walked at the back was a ghost in a white ghost god robe.

From time to time, he whipped the demon prisoner with a whip, and the demon let out a terrible wail.

And the vicious aura emanating from the ghost god passing in front made Liu Yuanfeng feel that his head was frozen into a large piece, and his body was as stiff as wood.

It wasn't until these people gradually disappeared that Liu Yuanfeng dared to come out.

He was so frightened that he ran all the way, unable to tell the direction, only to escape from the place where the ghost was.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had passed through the fog and stood in front of a great river with no end in sight.

Liu Yuanfeng's mouth was dry, and he just wanted to drink saliva.

When I looked down, I saw that in the middle of the river, thousands of people were flowing down with the waves.

Struggled and cried out in it, and under the water, there were countless hideous evil ghosts with their eyes open.

Liu Yuanfeng suddenly collapsed to the ground, and when he looked at it again, one of the faces that swept over the river happened to be recognized.

"Are these all the people under the rule of the official?"

Countless unjust souls in the water rolled by, and one face after another crossed, Liu Yuanfeng felt that his whole body was cold, and the whole person was constantly twitching.

Even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, it didn't make him feel terrible and frightened by the scene in front of him.

"No! No, it's not the official's fault!"

"There's no way for the official! There's nothing the official can do!" Liu Yuanfeng crawled and crawled, trying to escape from here.

But after a few steps of escape, he stopped again.

Like a walking corpse, he crawled back and knelt in front of the river.

At this moment, he was already in tears.

"It's me who can't stand you! It's me Liu Yuanfeng who can't stand you!"

At this moment, the dark and cloudless heavenly dome suddenly cracked, and endless light fell, and a palm that caught the stars and the moon covered it, covering the boundless Lechuan River.

Liu Yuanfeng only felt that he continued to go up with the light, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the wall of Anle County.

Under the sheds and roots built under the city walls, a large number of victims crouched against the walls, and I don't know how many people could not sleep like this.

The immortal who was asleep on the clouds stretched lazily and woke up from his sleep in the underworld, and the clouds slowly landed.

His cold gaze looked down and fell on Liu Yuanfeng, the county guard of Anle County, who was trembling.

The cold wind blew, and the bone-chilling coldness invaded Liu Yuanfeng's body.

"Is it cold?"

Liu Yuanfeng only knew a strong nod at the moment.

The immortal's gaze swept over the vast land of Anle County, and said leisurely.

"The people under your rule are colder. ”

In a word, Liu Yuanfeng was suddenly struck by lightning.

I don't know if this immortal is talking about the people who are still suffering from the disaster in Anle County, or the lonely ghosts in the Lechuan River.

Liu Yuanfeng fell to his knees and closed his eyes.

There was no longer any desire to justify, and his voice shouted with a crying voice: "A thousand mistakes are all the fault of my county guard." ”

The immortal did not answer, but looked at the people under the city wall, and his eyes showed compassion.

"At noon tomorrow, the granary will be full of rice and grain. ”

"Liu Yuanfeng will spare no effort and go all out to rescue the affected people, if he violates this oath, the immortals will send Liu Yuanfeng into the eighteenth layer of hell, and Liu Yuanfeng will be punished by this. ”

Liu Yuanfeng even used too much force, and his nails made marks on the masonry.

When he looked up again, he was left with clouds and clouds.

Standing up and looking around at the sky, there are many houses and pavilions in the city, and there are thousands of rivers and mountains outside the city, and you can no longer find the ethereal fairy trace.

The cold wind on the head of the city blew Liu Yuanfeng's thin shirt and hunted.

"What am I?"

"Really went to the underworld?"

Looking down at the marks made by his fingers, he remembered the lonely ghosts rolling in the Lethe River.

"Whether it's true or not, as a county parent official, the heaven of the people, I can't sit back and watch the people fall into fire and water without hesitation. ”

"Otherwise, the next day I will fall into the eighteen layers of hell, which will be the end I deserve. ”

Looking back, a great sun slowly rises.

Dispel the darkness of the night.

It's dawn.