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Baiyu's face slid down, black hair and black eyes, long body standing upright, at this time a strong wind suddenly hit, making the shower quicker, blurring Zhao Baiyu's expression, it was even more difficult to distinguish the joy and sorrow in his eyes, no one could. Know how he feels at the moment.

He just raised his hand, and the wide sleeves of the purple robe fell straight down after being soaked, and the color turned darker, making Zhao Baiyu's hands more slender and whiter like jade.

The palm waved forward, like the supervisor throwing down the token of the execution.

"cut!"

With an order, the light of the knife reflected the thunder and lightning that seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth, and dozens of human heads fell to the ground.

The blood and the rain formed small streams, seeping into the steps at the entrance of the Hongzhou government office and the two stone statues of Xiezhi. They were soaked in hot blood, exposed to the sun, washed, and repeatedly infiltrated into the crevices of the stone by the blood. Dyed reddish.

And this liquidation against the southeast officialdom lasted for eight days and eight nights. A total of 320 heads were cut off, and almost half of the southeast officialdom was slaughtered. The smell of the skull was so strong that people at the time detoured it, regarded it as a ghost house, and avoided it.

The rainy season, which lasted for one month in previous years, ended abnormally this year. In less than half a month, the rain cleared, the clouds cleared, the gates were opened, the sky was bright and clear, and it was hot. Jasmine, the streets and alleys are filled with the fragrance of soil and flowers after the rain. The fresh smell is scattered in the wind, and with the wind, it floats to the Water Transport Wharf and to the official roads extending in all directions, blowing the bustling passers-by.

Then a passerby from the south of the Yangtze River picked up wood or stones as a ruler in the storyteller's hand, and said in a passionate voice: "But it is said that the little Qingtian went to the two rivers to fight traitors, shovel evil businessmen, plead for the people, and be angry." Kill three hundred officials!"

Snapped!

Like a wake-up call, it shook the north and south of the river, and shook the ruling and opposition parties.