Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 212 Bad news

Time flies.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yulin Mansion, Mansion Office.

In the magistrate's study.

"My lord, there is a report from Yuci County in the south, saying that there has been another Raksha riot there, and dozens of people have died. Please send Xia Lan to suppress it."

A man wearing a green official uniform stood in front of the desk and told Lang Ming who was sitting in the armchair.

"Yuci County?"

Lang Ming frowned, feeling quite a headache, he sighed lightly, and then said: "Understood, I will send someone to deal with it at that time, let Yuci county magistrate guard the county seat, don't act rashly, let those Rakshasa Take advantage of it."

"Yes." The official below nodded.

After dealing with this matter, Lang Ming rubbed his forehead, and then asked: "Is there anything else? If not, then back down."

"It's nothing serious, so I'll leave after Xiaguan, and don't disturb the Lord Fu Zun's rest." The official shook his head quickly, and then slowly exited the study.

Suddenly Lang Ming was the only one left in the silent room.

Sandalwood was lit in the room, and the refreshing fragrance made Lang Ming recover a little bit.

With the recovered spirit, he thought about the things over the years and couldn't help sighing.

"Things are tough!"

three years ago.

When he went to Beijing for scientific research, he cleaned up a lot of Rakshasa on the way, and the name of Lan, the hero of the wind, spread.

Then when he arrived in the capital, he went to high school in one fell swoop and became a Jinshi.

At the same time, due to the increasing turmoil in various places, the ability of local governors is increasingly required.

At this time, Lang Ming, relying on his own strength and his status as a Jinshi, was promoted rapidly in just three years, and at the beginning of this year, he was finally promoted to the prefect position of Yulin Mansion, which can be called a proud spring breeze.

However, although he became a great official in the frontier, Lang Ming was not very happy.

Because the current situation really made him feel worried.

Just three years.

Taking the Yulin Mansion under his rule as an example, in just three years within the Yulin Mansion’s seven counties, there were 120 Rakshasa attacks on common people’s settlements, causing more than [-] deaths and injuries. The population of Yulin Prefecture has decreased by [-]%.

That's it.

It was all because he, the prefect, was a powerful Xia Lan, who often took the initiative to clean up Rakshasa, and did not let Rakshasa cause further damage.

In other surrounding prefectures and counties, many of them have already killed and injured more than half of the population.

The world is in turmoil.

The imperial court of Zhou Dynasty where Lang Ming was located could no longer maintain its rule.

It is not that there is foreign aggression, nor is there a lot of internal troubles.

Simply because there are too few people under the rule, it is impossible to effectively develop the land within the country.

You can imagine.

What is the concept of an average population of less than 100 people per thousand square kilometers?

This is the current situation of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Just when Lang Ming was worried about the future of this country, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door, and then he saw the housekeeper rush in without knocking on the door, and said in a hurry: "The big thing is not good, master."

Lang Ming frowned, instead of blaming the butler for his rudeness, he asked, "What happened?"

The butler ran a little anxiously, took a few deep breaths at this time, and then cried and said: "Master, the news just came that your hometown, Xiaoyanggang, was attacked by Raksha beasts, and the whole town was destroyed. The slaughter was all gone, the old man and the old lady, both of them... unfortunately died."

The steward told the news he had received, and then lay down on the ground, crying unceasingly.

"what?"

Lang Ming was stunned when he heard the news, and then he sat up in shock, his face was full of shock, and at the same time he didn't dare to be confident. He said in a stern tone: "Do you know what you are talking about? What's the end of me joking?"

The housekeeper repeatedly kowtowed and assured: "This news is unmistakable. It was the news from the government at Xiaoyanggang. The whole town of Xiaoyanggang was killed, and no one was spared. The coffin that passed the news is still waiting in the government office. Don't you believe it, sir?" You can ask him."

Hearing this confirmation, Lang Ming shook his body and took a few steps back.

"died?"

"Sister Mei...father..."

Lang Ming murmured, but when he mentioned the latter, he suddenly remembered something, and said repeatedly: "That's right, father!"

He stood up, ran down, grabbed the butler, and said with a ferocious face: "You are lying to me, who is my father, he taught me all my abilities, he is such a strong Xia Lan, With him in the mere Rakshasa, how could it be possible to break through Xiaoyanggang?"

The butler also reacted at this time.

He was dazzled by the news just now, and he didn't think so thoroughly for a while, but now he came back to his senses after Lang Ming's reminder.

As Lang Ming's butler, he also knew Zhong Ci's strength, and that Xia Lan was able to teach such a powerful skill as his master, so his own combat power was naturally extremely terrifying.

And with such a terrible person in charge, how could Xiaoyang Gang be massacred by some Rakshasa?

The housekeeper panicked at this moment: "This... this, this villain doesn't know either."

"I..." Seeing the butler's appearance, Lang Ming suddenly became angry, and raised his fist to beat him.

"Stop it!"

At this moment, a sigh suddenly came from the room.

As soon as Lang Ming heard this familiar voice, his raised fist suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at Zhong Ci who slowly appeared behind him with a happy face.

Lang Ming said in surprise: "Father, I knew that this dog slave was lying to me. You are so powerful, how could you die? Where is my mother now? Did she come with you?"

Done.

Lang Ming looked left and right, and at the same time, he summoned the power of the wind to sense it throughout the mansion.

However, he felt around, but he didn't feel the familiar breath at all.

His face gradually became stiff.

Zhong Ci in front of him had a look of sadness on his face, and he said in a painful voice: "What the butler said is true, Xiaoyanggang was slaughtered by Raksha, and Sister Mei also died unfortunately."

Lang Ming was stunned as if struck by a bolt from the blue sky, and then he shouted frantically: "Impossible, with you here, what Rakshasa can slaughter Xiaoyanggang."

Zhong Ci said painfully: "With me here, it is indeed impossible, but what if I am not here?
That day I was invited by Jiugong Ridge to go back to participate in the discussion, but who knows that not long after I left, hundreds of Rakshas gathered at Xiaoyang Hill and attacked suddenly while I was away.

Although I also arranged for some people to stay behind in Xiaoyanggang, they couldn't stop these Rakshasa.

Finally... finally you know it too.

Thousands of people were killed in Xiaoyanggang, and Sister Mei...was also eaten by those damn animals. "

Zhong Ci slowly told this fact.

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, took out a sachet in his hand, and handed it to Lang Ming.

"After I came back, I went to find those Rakshasas and killed them all, but in the end I couldn't find Sister Mei's body. I only got her personal sachet."

Lang Ming took the sachet with trembling hands.

He felt the familiar scent on the sachet, and a cry began to slowly brew in his heart.

Tears slowly flowed from his eyes.

But it was stopped by him soon, Lang Ming wiped away tears, and his voice became cold and biting.

"Rakshasa!"

Like the voice of Jiuyou, Lang Ming said these two words softly.

The housekeeper below only felt that his master had become extremely terrifying in an instant.

(End of this chapter)