The whole class traveled through time, the prince's wife was exiled to the wasteland and became

At this chaotic moment, an ethereal and distant female voice rang in everyone's ears.

"To harm my people is unforgivable!"

The female voice was sacred and majestic, yet also had a kind of ethereal and otherworldly quality, as if it was really the voice of a god coming from heaven!

When the tribesmen heard the voice, they were shocked and prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling to thank the gods for their blessings and praying for rain.

"Thank you, God, for your mercy!"

God’s voice is so beautiful!

From the voice, it seems to be a young goddess Ming!

Jiang Lili's just one sentence has been imprinted in people's hearts, making people remember her voice.

The chief was very excited, thinking that the gods were doing justice for them!

God has not abandoned them!

Ge Zhu got goosebumps. Isn't this Boss Jiang's voice?

What is the strength of his backers?

What on earth did such an awesome person see in me?

Ge Zhu hurriedly assisted and acted as a lackey: "The Lord God said that this swindling and cheating envoy of God cannot be forgiven. Everyone, charge!"

"Take this liar down. How dare he pretend to be so good with such a nice mask and ride such a nice horse?"

When the messenger of God heard the sudden female voice, his legs went limp with fright, and he slipped off the horse without anyone helping him.

He fell to the ground, trembling, "God is angry, God is really angry... How is this possible!"

Their northern tribe has been deceiving people in the name of God's messenger for a hundred years. Why is God exposing their true colors only now? Is it because they have gone too far this time?

The messenger of God who fell off his horse was surrounded by the crowd.

These deceitful envoys of God immediately called for help from his followers: "Come and protect me! Have you forgotten who saved your family in the past?"

He hugged the thigh of the attendant closest to him: "Their tribe is colluding with these two outsiders and they are teaming up to target me."

"If I were not a messenger of God and had no divine power, how could I have pulled your terminally ill parents and family members back from the brink of death?"

Jiang Lili didn't expect that this messenger of God was like the indestructible cockroach. Is this the psychological quality of a veteran scammer?

What a talent!

The follower whose thigh was being hugged showed a bit of hesitation on his face after hearing the words of the messenger.

He protected the messenger and said to the chieftains, "Wait a minute! Is there any misunderstanding here?"

"When I was young, the northern tribe cured my parents' terminal illnesses, took me in, and gave me life-saving food when I was almost starving to death. They are not heartless people!"

After hearing the servant's words, the other servants who were brought here also remembered the reasons why they followed the northern tribe.

Once, when they needed help the most, the northern tribes appeared like gods from the sky and gave them hope of life.

"Yes, when I was 8 years old, my parents got a strange disease. They were weak in their limbs and bedridden. The adults in my family fell ill and no one cared about me. When I was about to starve to death, it was the northern tribe who treated my parents for free and gave me food."

"Me too... My grandmother, who raised me, fell ill and was in a coma all day. I was afraid she would pass away. Fortunately, the gods from the northern tribe showed up and saved my grandmother. After she was cured, she lived to be 70 years old. She is very long-lived."

"When my father and mother were sick, the messengers of the northern tribe appeared. Where were the gods at that time? Why couldn't the gods be more merciful? Perhaps when they were treating my father and mother, the messengers of the gods had already used up their power!"

……

The attendants recalled the good things about the northern tribes, and the scattered morale of the army, which had just been shocked by all the magical scenes, began to unite in order to protect the messenger of God.

These followers are all young and strong and have weapons. If they were to gather together now, it would be very disadvantageous for the tribal residents.

At this moment, Ge Zhu was listening to the followers praising the messenger of God, and suddenly interrupted their sentimentality and said, "Wait."

"I just heard you describe the symptoms of your relatives' terminal illness. How come it seems like they were caused by an overdose of knockout drugs?"

The God's messenger's expression stiffened slightly when he heard this, and then he retorted: "You are an outsider, you don't know anything, and yet you slander others!"

Ge Zhu, who was very familiar with knockout drugs like Hedinghong, found things more and more strange the more he listened. These followers were of different ages, and some looked more than ten years apart in appearance.

Then the terminal illness they were talking about was definitely not an infectious disease. Ge Zhu ignored the messenger and looked at the servants seriously: "Are you sure your relatives have a terminal illness and not been poisoned?"

He looked at the follower who said that his grandmother had lived a long life with the help of the northern tribes: "Is it possible that without the people from the northern tribes, your grandmother would have lived longer, maybe even over 100 years old? I see there are many centenarians in the Sunan Islands."

The follower was stunned and fell into deep thought.

The chief was somewhat moved by the servants' narrations just now, and recalled the glorious deeds that had been passed down by word of mouth in the northern tribes. After hearing Ge Zhu's words, she also felt strange: "The experiences of you servants in the northern tribes are very similar. Your families were saved, and you worked wholeheartedly for the northern tribes."

She saw a few familiar faces among the followers: "I recognize you two. Are you two from the same tribe? Your parents also fell ill at the same time."

Ge Zhu suddenly asked: "Could it be that the water source of their tribe has been drugged?"

The two men's serious expressions did not seem fake. This was about a shocking conspiracy, and the servants could not help but think deeply. In the past, they had full faith in the power of the northern tribes, but after experiencing so much today...

Someone tried hard to recall and answered, "I remember now! My neighbor's parents are grassland medicine merchants who often travel between multiple tribes to resell medicinal materials. The water they drink is also drawn from mountain streams or other tribes, and they have never taken water from the tribe's well."

"At first, they were the only ones in the village who had no problems. Later, after they sold out their medicinal materials, they returned to live in the village permanently, and gradually they also developed symptoms of drowsiness and fatigue!"

The envoy of God said calmly, "You have no evidence, everything is just speculation, what qualifications do you have to question it?"

Jiang Lili thought that it was indeed difficult to find evidence of things that happened many years ago, but there was no need to go through so much trouble. All she needed to do was pry open the mouth of the messenger of God.

【@江麗麗: Since this liar is so stubborn, why not torture him to extract a confession? I don’t think he will cry until he sees the coffin. 】

Wen Qiao saw Jiang Lili's message: [Lili, do you have any good ideas? ]

Jiang Lili was sitting in the backyard of the inn at this time, still carrying the rain water rolling down from the sky. She was eating lychees and listening to the rain.

Looking at the fruit plate brought by the waiter, her dark pupils flashed with light, and she told Wen Qiao the solution she had thought of.