Five kinds of medicine in another world

Listening to Luo Yong's discussion, everyone's faces became more and more solemn, and the whole scene fell into a dead silence.

Obviously, what Luo Yong said was very convincing, and the information implied behind these words was even more chilling - what he said was very likely the action that the dynasty was about to take.

Yuwen Nuo sighed deeply, feeling helpless and powerless. He clearly realized that as a minister, he could not change the decision of the dynasty.

In front of the huge power system of the Shenlong Dynasty, there are three kings under the emperor, and nine county governors under the three kings. He is just a general in command, with little influence, so all he can do is obey.

Although there are many doubts and concerns about this approach deep down in our hearts, from the perspective of the dynasty, eliminating all potential uncertainties seems to be a necessary and reasonable choice.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Nuo couldn't help but sigh again and said softly:

"Your Majesty is a man of foresight, and he must have his own unique insights. We just need to obey his orders and do our best. Everything is for the future of the human race..."

There was a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice, as if he had already accepted this cruel reality.

Luo Yong naturally understood Yuwen Nuo's thoughts, because considering the overall situation, there was nothing obviously wrong with the dynasty's decision.

However, such extreme measures will inevitably lead to some negative effects, such as encouraging the growth and spread of violence.

At this time, the abbot of Bodhi Temple did not say much to persuade him.

Although he did not agree with such brutal and bloodthirsty behavior, under the pressure of reality, he could not find a suitable reason to refute it.

So he could only silently recite: "Amitabha." to express the complex emotions in his heart.

"You guys are quite nosy. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall enough to hold it up. Um, although you are not short, you don't need to worry about this."

As Du Sha was speaking, he saw the eighth-rank saint Zhao Tianran, then looked at people like Zen Master Yulin, the abbot of Bodhi Temple, Great Elder Xiao Yao, the governor of Bodhi County, the governor of Zhenyao County, and the great commander Yuwen Nuo, and his voice gradually became lower.

He realized that he, who was at the peak of the fifth rank and the realm of the Escort King, was not considered a big shot here. No one would refute these people's statement that he was the backbone of the human race, and his stature was indeed not short.

Zhao Tianran seemed to know what Du Sha was thinking, and said with a chuckle:

“Even if the sky falls, we are the ones who will hold it up. I don’t know how many eighth-level saints are hidden in various families and dynasties, but after I broke through to the saint level, I can clearly feel that there are currently no ninth-level gods in this world. It will be difficult for the immortals to appear on the day of their arrival.”

After Zhao Tianran finished speaking, everyone fell into silence.

"Report, Commander-in-Chief, the monster has been killed and the survivors are being counted. All the survivors are gathered near the Monster Suppression County Governor's Mansion. Please give instructions."

A young general came running over on a fast horse and reported to Yuwen Nuo.

"Okay, count the survivors as quickly as possible, and instruct the soldiers to collect food and build a safe zone. At the same time, inform the imperial dynasty of the disaster situation in the Demon Suppression County and wait for the imperial dynasty's support to arrive."

Yuwen Nuo ordered quickly.

"promise."

The young general replied and rushed straight towards the center of Zhenyao County.

"Let me go and take a look. I, Gongsun Wen, will shoulder all the responsibility for the disaster in Zhenyao County today."

Gongsun Wen's eyes were dazed as he walked towards the direction of the Zhenyao County Magistrate's Mansion.

"Gongsun County Magistrate, wait a moment, we will go together."

Yuwen Nuo shouted and followed Gongsun Wen closely.

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly followed and headed towards the Zhenyao County Magistrate's Mansion.

Du Sha carried Gu Nineteen on his back, cursing:

"You are so relaxed, kid. You easily broke through to the peak of the seventh level, and even asked me to carry you. This is the first time I carry someone. You are not afraid of shortening your life if I let you carry me."

"Then I'm really not afraid. Otherwise, you can try and see if you can shorten my lifespan?"

Qinglong flew out from Gu Shijiu's soul seal and said to Du Sha with a chuckle.

The dissatisfaction on Du Sha's face paused for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that Qinglong was still in Gu Shijiu's body, so he quickly smiled and said:

"Senior Qinglong, please go back. I was just kidding. Nineteen is also my junior, so it is my duty to do this little thing. Besides, you are here, Senior Qinglong. It is my honor to carry you on my back."

Du Sha carried Gu Shijiu on his back and hurried towards the Zhenyao County Magistrate's Mansion without saying anything else.

Qinglong sneered and returned to Gu Shijiu's soul imprint and continued to rest.

Soon, everyone arrived at the Zhenyao County Magistrate's Mansion. Looking around, they saw groups of people lying on the ground, in tattered clothes, their bodies covered in blood, wailing constantly. It was like a purgatory on earth.

"Reporting to the commander, there are currently 170,000 people in Zhenyao County, of which 20,000 are seriously injured, 70,000 are slightly injured, and 80,000 are unharmed."

"Most of the injured have a certain level of cultivation. They were injured while fighting against the demons on the front line. They are being rescued now."

Yuwen Nuo frowned upon hearing this and turned back to ask Gongsun:

"Gongsun County Magistrate, how many people were there in the Demon Suppression County?"

Gongsun Wen's eyes were filled with tears. The governor of a county even sobbed and said:

"The Demon Suppression County has a population of 2.3 million."

"what?"

"how come?"

Everyone was shocked. Although Zhenyao County was also a county with a population that should not be too small, the population of more than two million was indeed beyond the imagination of outsiders. The loss now was so huge that it was outrageous.

"Amitabha."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Bodhi Temple spontaneously sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted sutras about rebirth.

Yuwen Nuo looked at these monks, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly:

"What are you chanting about? Stop making so much noise! ​​I take back what I said before. The blood of more than two million people in Zhenyao County cannot be shed in vain! I will make the demon tribe bleed 20 million or 200 million. The blood debt must be paid with blood!"

When the thirty thousand Zhenwang troops heard Yuwen Nuo's words, they shouted in unison:

"Blood debt must be paid with blood! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"

Seeing this, Luo Yong stopped reciting the sutra for rebirth and stood up, his eyes filled with anger, and he shouted:

"eye for eye!"

The abbot of Bodhi Temple saw this and shook his head:

"Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end? Good, good."

Then he closed his eyes and stopped making any sound, but his lips moved slightly as he silently recited sutras for rebirth.

Yuwen Nuo's eyes were red as he ordered his soldiers to repair houses, stand guard and rescue the wounded.

He kept writing something on the paper with a pen in his hand. After a while, he handed the written paper to his confidant beside him. The confidant took it and ran towards the outside of Zhenyao County.

Yuwen Nuo looked at the victims in front of him with a firm gaze and remained silent.