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As soon as the magistrate's words came out of his mouth, it was like dropping a heavy bomb on a calm lake.

Even the patriarchs of those families showed incomparable astonishment.

Originally, they thought that the prefect summoned them again to cooperate with the handling and appease the emotions of these people.

Who would have thought that the moment the magistrate opened his mouth, he would add fuel to the fire.

Moreover, the blood rain came strangely, and there is still no exact source.

But the magistrate now insists that he has something to do with that young master Liang.

Immediately, the heads of those families even began to wonder whether the prefect in front of him was one of the sources of the rumors!

After the prefect of Tongcheng finished speaking, he fell silent and gave the people some time to digest.

The reason why he wants to make public the situation that Gong Ziliang caused the blood rain.

It's not that he is the source of the rumors as those family heads suspected.

Instead, the news has already been passed on from the imperial city.

In the news that came, the current monarch said with certainty that Mr. Jiang would definitely be able to solve the problem.

Let the parents and officials everywhere be sure to stabilize the people everywhere.

For this, the facts can be stated first.

Although I don't know why the current monarch is so convinced of that son Liang.

But now, in less than half a day, those monks showed signs of being exhausted.

What's even more frightening is that the environment of this world seems to be collapsing.

The speed at which those monks recovered their aura became slower and slower.

Go on like this.

I'm afraid it won't be long before those monks will take turns to attack.

I'm afraid it won't be possible to maintain the aura shield in the sky for too long.

At that time, it will not only be the buildings in Tongcheng that will be destroyed.

And the hearts of the people.

Before that moment comes.

The magistrate of Tongcheng had no choice but to pin his last glimmer of hope on that Mr. Jiang.

"That Young Master Liang is really a villain!"

"Let's go in together and tear down that monster's ancestral hall!"

"Yes, go in and demolish his ancestral hall!"

Those common people were furious, when they suddenly saw the magistrate of Tongcheng making a gesture to a few yamen servants behind him.

Several people immediately held the killing sticks and stopped at the gate of the ancestral hall.

After a short moment of astonishment, the eyes of those people looking at the magistrate changed from awe just now to surprise in an instant.

An old man in the lead said angrily: "Officer Dog, that monster has made my grandson completely unrecognizable. He is still lying in the hospital. The doctor said that he may not be able to save his life!"

"Why don't you let me go in and smash that monster's idol to avenge my grandson?"

Hearing the old man's words, the people who were still afraid of retreating suddenly showed signs of coming up again.

"That's right, Lord Zhifu, why did you protect that monster?"

"Is it an order from the imperial court? Your magistrate, as a parent official, shouldn't you plead for the people?"

"Master Zhifu, where is your character?"

Those people dare not be like old people, calling the prefect of Tongcheng a "dog official".

But the tone of the words has become very impolite.

No matter what those people said, the magistrate never changed his face.

Until those people have said enough and scolded enough, they have vented enough.

The magistrate of Tongcheng looked at the old man who insulted him at the beginning, and saw that the old man was standing in front of him trembling because of his old age and being drenched in blood rain.

Immediately, he took off the cloak outside his official uniform and covered the old man.

Watching the actions of the prefect of Tongcheng.

In the minds of those people, it suddenly occurred to them that since the blood rain fell, the figure in front of them had been running around the city almost without stopping for a moment.

Suddenly, the anger in their hearts dissipated a little.

The magistrate of Tongcheng bent down to look at the old man. In those eyes that showed deep tiredness, he could not see the arrogance of being a parent official, nor the slightest anger at being scolded.

Yes, just a gentle and firm force.

"Old man, I regret the matter of your grandson very much."

"But demolition of this ancestral hall will not stop the blood rain, nor will it make your grandson's injury better."

A few words were slowly spit out from the magistrate's mouth. There was no profound "Zhihu Zheye", but it made the old man clearly understand the meaning of the magistrate.

Seeing that the old man didn't dare to refute, the magistrate of Tongcheng turned his eyes away, turned to the common people, and said: "The official said this, not to let you stop here."

"I want everyone to wait for another half a day."

"The current Holy Majesty has sent an urgent letter. In half a day, if the blood rain does not stop, the Holy Majesty will abdicate!"

The four words "Abdicate and stop the monarch" just popped out from the Tongcheng prefect's mouth, and the common people were all shocked and speechless.

"The emperor... the old emperor really said that?"

The old man's eyes widened even more, and after he finished speaking, he realized that he had used an offensive name, and his face turned pale with fright.

Fortunately, the magistrate of Tongcheng did not pursue his words, but nodded heavily, and the firm strength showed again in his eyes, "After a long time, the blood rain will not stop, I will be the first to go in, and put the enshrined inside That clay idol was dragged out and smashed to pieces!"

Seeing the magistrate, he rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture of smashing things.

The old man said: "Master Zhifu, you are a good official, then I will trust you, just sit here and wait for half a day."

When the others heard the words, they responded one after another: "That's right, the magistrate loves the people like his son, and he will definitely not lie to us!"

"Everyone, don't wait here. The Xicheng River is about to flood again. If you still have the strength, hurry over and dig the river wider."

"Okay, I, Li Dazhuang, will dig the river first and come back in half a day."

The magistrate smiled and said: "You guys can go at ease, I am here, waiting with everyone for a long time."

After hearing what the prefect said, those people left with peace of mind.

When they left, those people didn't notice that there was a wry smile in the magistrate's smile.

The turbulent public sentiment in Tongcheng was resolved by the prefect.

In the surrounding cities, the situation finally gained some control after the local parents and officials gave Mo Zhongtian "abdicate and stop the king" as a guarantee.

In the eyes of those common people, the identity of the emperor is the son of heaven, the son of God.

Now even the son of God said that if the rain of blood does not stop for half a day, he will not be the emperor, so he must have said something to God.

Nan'an City.

The royal palace of the Monet dynasty.

Mo Zhongtian stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of a large hall, looking at the rain of blood above his head, which was also blocked by the spiritual energy shield, and murmured: "Mr. Liang, this time, I took the throne as a bet."

"Hope, you won't let me lose this bet..."

As for the throne, Mo Zhongtian no longer cared about it.

And he knew that if it was half a day later, there would be no news of Gong Ziliang from the imperial city.