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The two emotionless questions made the six people in the yard lower their heads at the same time.

A swarm of locusts flew over Shen Jinmo's head, and everyone in the room immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Only the eight-year-old child in the family sneaked up to Shen Jinmo's side and put the candied fruit on the stool into his mouth.

The man who survived by eating a few mouthfuls of rice bran every day, when he felt the freshness in his mouth, he suddenly remembered the green appearance of the village.

The boy turned his head and looked at the locusts crawling all over the wooden stake wrapped in green cloth. "Grandpa, grandma, gods are here to save people. These locusts have destroyed our home. Why are we calling them the Locust God?"

These words frightened the boy's mother so much that her pale face darkened even more. Under the intimidation of her parents-in-law, she bent over, stood up, walked to the boy's side, and pulled the boy to kneel down with one hand.

The boy resisted vigorously, so his mother raised her hand and slapped him: "Aniu, kneel down and admit your mistake to the Lord Locust God."

Shen Jinmo was somewhat familiar with this action of raising the hand to slap, and he had no intention of blocking it for the boy. Shen Jinmo knew that the slap would not fall.

And through these eye contact exchanges, Shen Jinmo also understood what these people were thinking.

Now that he understood, Shen Jinmo would not use any roundabout remarks. He spoke coldly and bluntly, piercing through the masks on these people:

"You all know in your hearts that these locusts are not gods, and you also understand that when these locusts disappear, they will not return your crops to you. Now you are all kneeling and waiting to die."

The eyes of the family of five were all on the old man. The beautiful dream that the old man had created day and night collapsed in an instant.

The kneeling position turned into a sitting position. The old man didn't dare to face his family's disappointment in him, and buried his head deeply between his knees.

And this silence completely proved that every word Shen Jinmo said was right.

"Father, why, why did you let us die?"

"Old man, why on earth are you doing this?"

Facing the questioning from his wife and son, the old man raised his cloudy eyes, trembling his lips, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

The bound county magistrate was thrown in front of Shen Jinmo. Many common people who were forced here by the soldiers gathered in the courtyard. The numb expressions on their faces suddenly brightened up when they saw the county magistrate.

Shen Jinmo stood up from the stool and stepped on the county magistrate's chest. He didn't use much force, but it was enough to make the county magistrate spit blood: "Sir, spare my life."

Seeing that the blood was about to fall on the shoes that Xie Nanxing had personally prepared for him, Shen Jinmo hurriedly moved his feet away from the county magistrate's chest.

Squatting slowly beside the county magistrate, Shen Jinmo looked down at him and said, "I heard that your daughter went downstairs to ask in person, and even had the locust god appear in your dream?"

The county magistrate got up from the ground and looked at the tree stump covered with locusts, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Kowtowed to Shen Jinmo, the county magistrate said: "I guess you are the one sent by the court to provide disaster relief. Our village has the locust god, not a locust plague. We don't need to save it. You can go somewhere else to save it."

The county magistrate refused to change his bad behavior and clearly wanted to kill all the people in the village.

One corner of his mouth curled up nonchalantly, and he swung the whip at his waist violently. The wooden stake wrapped in green cloth was instantly shattered into powder, and the locusts were not spared.

"I have not heard what the locust god said with my own ears. How about you go down and ask him, and then tell me in a dream?"

The county magistrate looked at Shen Jinmo's skills and began to feel scared: "Sir, please don't offend the gods and let them bring disaster to our county."

Shen Jinmo frowned and used a whip to lock the county magistrate's throat.

Since you won't change your bad habits, then just die.

With just a little effort, under the incredulous gaze of everyone, the county head turned into a cold corpse.

Shen Jinmo pointed the handle of his whip at the trembling master and said, "Your county magistrate has gone to pray to the locust god for me. Why don't you go and pray as well?"

Obviously, for Shen Jinmo, there is no difference between killing one person and killing a hundred people.

The legal advisor and the bailiffs behind him were all escorted to Shen Jinmo. Looking at his dead master, the legal advisor kowtowed with trembling hands.

He didn't want to die, so he chose to beg for mercy:

"The county magistrate only had one daughter in his life. In early summer this year, the young lady came to this village to go outing and fly a kite. While running, she escaped from the protection of the guards and was eventually raped by a group of bandits."

"Women who have lost their reputation in this county have never had a chance to survive. The young lady was so desperate that she threw herself into the river in this village. When the county magistrate heard the news, his hair turned white overnight. He personally led his yamen runners to kill the gang of bandits."

The master's words came to an abrupt end. Xia Ling, who had arrived late, drove the boy off the stool and sat next to Shen Jinmo: "Now that we have taken revenge, that's it. What does it have to do with what's going on now?"

The master looked at the man sitting next to Shen Jinmo and noticed his embarrassed look, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xia Ling was angered by this contempt and kicked his master in the chest: "I am the prince. The look you just gave me is enough for me to exterminate all your clans."

The legal advisor rubbed his aching heart. Under the care of the county magistrate, the legal advisor who became the second-in-command of the county suddenly realized that he could not afford to offend any of these people who came from the capital of gods.

But such an imperial envoy will leave sooner or later, and who would dare to employ a legal advisor who would betray his master?

The whip in Shen Jinmo's hand landed directly on the back of Master's hand: "I don't have much patience. If you don't tell me, you will never have another chance to tell me."

Although the tone was extremely peaceful, it frightened the Master so much that his face turned pale:

"The young lady died in this village. The master said that the young lady would be scared if she went underground alone. Those who watched her die without rescuing her will be buried with her."

Faced with these unreasonable words, Shen Jinmo calmly lifted up his master with a whip.

"Speak louder so these people can hear you clearly."

The master closed his eyes tightly and said, "There has never been any locust god. It is because you watched the dying without helping that the county magistrate wants all of you to die and be buried with his daughter."

Each shout was louder than the last, breaking the numbness on the faces of the people in the courtyard and the surrounding areas.

The shackles in my heart were broken free, panic began to creep onto these withered faces, and the brewing watery light in my eyes was tinged with a hint of desire to live.

But in a blink of an eye, that desire was drowned by reality.

How can they fight against these locusts flying all over the sky?

Shen Jinmo pulled back the whip and said to Mo Ping, "Take them from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and don't stop for a moment."

"Stop, just kill him."