Chapter 361

The mansion gate opened instantly.

A servant prepared to bow respectfully.

Cheng Yaojin pushed him aside and strode into the Lai Duke Prefecture.

Du Ruhui had just finished his day's tasks and was preparing to lie down for a rest when he heard the urgent knocking.

"Old Du, open the door quickly! It's bad, something big has happened!"

"Old Cheng!?"

Hearing Cheng Yaojin's unique loud voice, Du Ruhui's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly opened the door.

Outside the door.

Dozens of guards stood in two rows, holding torches, looking grim.

"Old Cheng, what is going on?"

Du Ruhui's heart was extremely nervous.

Although Cheng Yaojin is a reckless person, that is just a disguise to protect himself; in fact, he is clearer and brighter than anyone else.

Coming to visit in the middle of the night and bringing so many guards.

Something big must have happened!

"Old Du, I can't explain it clearly to you, come with me quickly!"

Cheng Yaojin was anxious and clumsy with words, not knowing how to explain it to Du Ruhui, so he didn't say another word, grabbed Du Ruhui, and walked outside the mansion gate.

"Hey hey hey! Old Cheng, what on earth happened?"

Du Ruhui was like a little chick, almost being lifted up by Cheng Yaojin.

But Cheng Yaojin didn't care about these things, dragged Du Ruhui, and arrived at Zhu Que Street.

"Old Cheng, what on earth are you..."

Du Ruhui rubbed his arm, which was hurting from being dragged by Cheng Yaojin, and just wanted to complain, when he was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of him.

On both sides of Zhu Que Street.

Countless ghostly lights flickered.

Countless common people were wearing mourning clothes, throwing paper money into the fire basins in front of them.

Zhu Que Street, stretching for more than ten miles, was like a ghost gate leading to hell against the backdrop of the dark night and ghostly lights!

"This... what on earth is going on?"

Du Ruhui was almost scared silly.

Having lived for more than half his life, he had never seen such a scene.

"Look at this!"

Cheng Yaojin's face was livid, and he handed a piece of paper in his hand to Du Ruhui.

"What is this?" Du Ruhui took the paper and was shocked to see the pictures printed on it.

These pictures were like an exquisite comic strip; with just a few strokes, one could understand what the story was.

"Who drew this!? Old Cheng, hurry up and catch the person who drew this! Otherwise, something big will really happen!"

Du Ruhui held the drawing with trembling hands, his eyes fixed on the content of the picture.

A pot-bellied master was not sitting on a chair, but on four poor people kneeling on the ground.

In this master's hand, he was also holding a steel knife.

Bright red blood was dripping from the tip of the knife.

Beside him.

A woman in rags had fallen into a pool of blood.

This scene was just the tip of the iceberg on this piece of paper.

There were other even bloodier scenes that made one shudder.

What made Du Ruhui feel even colder was not just this.

He knew all the masters who were acting like tyrants in these pictures!

They were all members of aristocratic families!

Cui clan, Li clan, Guo clan, Fan clan, etc.!

A terrifying thought formed in Du Ruhui's mind.

If these unconscionable people were real, then wouldn't the common people who died at their hands also be real?

If the common people were allowed to see such pictures, what kind of consequences would occur?

Hiss!

A chill rushed from the soles of Du Ruhui's feet to his crown.

"Old Cheng, hurry up and control these people; absolutely do not let the situation develop, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"This piece of paper is expensive, and the engraving is lifelike; it is estimated that someone spent a lot of effort. Fortunately, there is only this one, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Du Ruhui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead repeatedly, saying luckily.

"One?"

"Heh!"

Cheng Yaojin's pale face revealed a desperate smile, and he raised his other hand in a daze; dozens of identical pieces of paper were tightly gripped in his hand.

Boom!

Seeing this scene, Du Ruhui was almost scared to the point of fainting, his whole body swaying.

"It's over! It's over!!!"

Just at this moment.

Many people suddenly appeared on Zhu Que Street.

They were wearing mourning clothes, holding torches, and walking silently like walking corpses.

Everyone was clutching a piece of paper identical to the one in Cheng Yaojin's hand.

"This... what kind of madman is this!!!"

"Cough cough cough!"

Du Ruhui shouted hysterically, even coughing up some blood.

It was clear that there was a mastermind behind this!

And the spearhead of that mastermind was pointed directly at the aristocratic families!

Not just one aristocratic family, but all of them!

This is what makes people feel most terrified!

Who on earth is it?

"Old Du, calm down first! This matter has blown up! The two of us cannot make the decision."

Cheng Yaojin hurriedly patted Du Ruhui on the back.

Chang'an City at this moment.

The two of them were in charge.

Li Er still didn't know when he would be able to return.

At such a critical juncture.

Once one of them fell, the situation would become even more uncontrollable.

"Then... then what do you say we should do?"

Du Ruhui's face had no color, and he asked panting.

"Haven't you discovered yet? These common people are protesting in silence!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at the silently walking common people with a grave gaze, his whole body also trembling uncontrollably.

He is a demon king who wreaks havoc on the world!

On the battlefield, thousands of troops and horses had never made him feel the slightest fear.

But the scene in front of him made Cheng Yaojin truly feel what real fear is!

The most terrifying thing in this world is not life or death.

It is resentment!

When enough resentment accumulates together, one can even clearly feel the disgusting oppression.

Like being in hell!

"Gulp!"