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Jianquan was silent for a moment, then asked lightly: What do you want?

How about fewer dead?

Li Ang said: Master Jianquan, since you have the ability to read other people's lives, you should know who is happy and who is suffering, who is benevolent and kind, and who is despicable and evil.

Since the master wants to save the world, why not choose those who should enter the illusion of the six realms?

You want me to pick only 5,000 or tens of thousands of the most damned people to enter the illusion? This will not only minimize the loss, but also eliminate those who don't like the eyes in the city.

I don't know if it's because of being plotted against, suppressing my anger, or because the advancement of the six realms of reincarnation has further weakened the part of Jianquan's personality that originally belonged to him.

Jianquan no longer called himself poor monk, but directly used the word I.

Oh? That is to say, the minimum number of people who can operate the illusion of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is about 5,000 people?

Li Ang keenly grasped the key point in Jianquan's words, Or, there is no limit on the number of people at all?

As long as the last candidate for the hell and the world is killed, transcendence can be achieved. Your Excellency gathered so many people from Xingzhou just to make the illusion more 'full'?

Perhaps just like the video games in Memories of Other Worlds, the more NPC passers-by characters are, the more vivid they are, the more real this world will look.

The old monk didn't answer this question. He glanced at Li Ang indifferently, then turned his gaze to the people on the street who were under his control again, and suddenly said, Ran Wu just strangled his daughter to death today.

Um?

Jianquan's sudden words made Li Ang and Sui Yi frowned at the same time. I don't understand what the old monk means.

He is Ran Wu.

Jianquan pointed at the crowd, and the people of Xingzhou gathered in front dispersed automatically, revealing a middle-aged man standing behind the crowd.

He is about forty or fifty years old, with deep wrinkles on his face due to long-term hard work, dark complexion, gray temples, wearing linen clothes common to factory workers, and thick calluses on his fingers.

Just like the tens of thousands of old farmers and laborers in Yu State whose backbones were crushed by the heavy life, they were ordinary and ordinary.

Li Ang didn't understand why Jianquan found Ran Wu, but delaying time was in line with his plan, so he continued to listen without asking.

Ran Wu was originally a farmer in Xijingshui Village, Xingzhou City. His wife died early. The daughter of the couple was abnormal when she was young. She was clumsier than other children, dull and unable to speak. When she was six years old, she became A fool in the eyes of others.

Ran Wu took his daughter to seek medical advice and tried to cure her, but in the end it was of no use except wasting family wealth.

Ran Wu could only go back to the village and rely on a few acres of Susukida to support himself and his daughter.

Jianquan's eyes were deep, and he said quietly: There are many children in the same village, and children are sometimes very cruel.

In the name of playing, they force the weakest child to eat tadpoles, jump into stinky puddles, spit on him, pull his hair, smash cow dung and so on.

Unfortunately, Ran Wu's daughter is the weakest one. She didn't even know what malice was, she just thought it was her friends playing with her.

In desperation, Ran Wu had to lock his daughter at home, but it didn't help. He was going out after all.

When his daughter was thirteen years old, she became pregnant for the first time. Maybe it was done by a bachelor in the village, or a tramp from outside. No one can tell.

In other words, the villagers in the village were all laughing at Ran Wu, watching his family's jokes, knowing who did it and not telling him.

Ran Wu was an honest man, he crushed and chewed the pain, sold the chicken at home, and went to the city to ask the doctor to buy abortion medicine.

This doesn't work. His daughter got pregnant for the second time and third time out of nowhere. All while he wasn't home.

Maliciousness and indifference spread in the village, and the mountain village, which seems to be friendly to its neighbors and has a good relationship with chickens and dogs, has shown its cannibalistic side.

Jianquan said calmly: Ran Wu sold the farmland and brought his daughter to the city. A workshop owner kindly took him in, gave him work, and even arranged a separate bungalow for him and his daughter.

Ran Wu was grateful for the benevolence of the workshop owner, and worked hard in the workshop until he found himself coughing up blood——

He was worried that he would get sick, and knowing that he couldn't get sick, he went to the Xiaoyaowang Temple in the city first, and prayed devoutly to the statue,

Then he anxiously went to ask the doctor in the city ward,

I learned that I was too miserable and tired, and had a tumor in my body, and according to the classification of the Chang'an Imperial Medical Bureau, it was still a terminal disease that could not be cured.

Ran Wu, devastated, returned to the dormitory of the workshop and found that his daughter was pregnant again—it should have been done by those seemingly friendly workers in the workshop.

Ran Wu was speechless, he was seriously ill and would die soon, and what happened to his daughter would only be more horrific.

She will be treated like trash by those around her.

He took out all his savings and took his daughter to the night market yesterday evening. Buy her beautiful clothes and jewelry, buy her delicious snacks, and take her through the happiest day of her life.

Then, in the bungalow, he strangled her to death.

Jianquan's gaze stayed on Ran Wu's callused hands for a moment, The daughter still thought that her father was playing with her, she smiled and touched his face with her hands, and until she died, her expression was not sad but painful. Doubt of not understanding what happened.

Ran Wu's daughter died, and his heart also died.

He decided to do one last thing in his life and go to every pharmacy in the city to buy poison.

If he opened the package in his arms now, and could see packets of poison, he planned to poison the villagers in Jingshui Village and the workers in the workshop.

With a swipe of Jianquan's palm, an oiled paper package filled with arsenic flew out of Ran Wu's arms.

Brush pull.

The old monk crushed the oiled paper bag with his bare hands, and the white arsenic powder scattered all over the ground like falling snow.

Ran Wu killed his daughter with his own hands, and wanted to poison dozens or hundreds of people. According to Yu Law, even if he is not sentenced to death, he will be exiled for thousands of miles.

It's just that Yu Lu only cared about killing and paying for his life, and he had no time or ability to care why Ran Wu killed people.

The old monk turned his head to look at Li Ang, and said calmly: Look, there is no peace in the Three Realms, just like a house on fire, full of suffering, it's really terrifying.

Mr. Li Xiaolang, you should have seen all kinds of misfortunes and tragedies in the world,

In many cases, death is a kind of relief for some people.

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Li Ang responded silently, Jian Quan was right, the common people were suffering too much, there were too many examples like Ran Wu.

The old monk stepped forward, reached out and gently pressed Ran Wu's forehead.

A white phantom flew out from between the latter's brows and penetrated into the old monk's palm.

This is the way of hell.

The old monk turned around and said calmly, This is hell.