Global Reincarnation: I know all the plots

But it's fine if you can't solve it, and typing out the person who asked is enough to show what kind of thing the government of Pingshan County is.

Treat your mouth with a headache, treat your mouth with a sore foot, treat your mouth wherever it hurts.

In their view, as long as they can't speak, there will be no pain.

Not only did he not protect his own people, but instead bullied and oppressed them in various ways, it was really disgusting to the extreme.

Xu Long sighed and signaled the waiter to leave.

……

The sun goes west and the moon rises in the east.

Xu Long sat in front of the table, an oil lamp flickered with faint light, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

There are a few books in front of Xu Long. These are the county chronicles of Pingshan County, which record the big and small things that happened in Pingshan County in recent years.

The number of county records is related to the length of existence, the ability of officials, geographical location, folk customs and other factors.

Generally speaking, the longer the town exists, the more records there are in the county annals.

The more capable the officials, the better the geographical location, the simpler the folk customs, and the fewer records there are.

vice versa.

For some reason, the county annals of Pingshan County are only available in the last ten years, but there are not many records at all.

"In July of the year of Ding Mao, there was a woman crying in the eastern suburbs. Three government officials went to investigate, but they all disappeared. After that, the crying disappeared, and it reappeared seven days later."

"In October of the year Dingmao, there was a beggar wandering in the western suburbs, and the watchman disappeared."

"In the twelfth lunar month of the Dingmao year, there was a weight floating in the river outside the city, and two fishermen..."

"..."

There are more than [-] records in the year of Dingmao alone. What about the ones that have not been recorded?What about other counties?What about the entire state?

ten years? 100 years?

Human beings are able to survive until now, but they are really struggling.

Xu Long sighed, feeling that the situation was worse than he imagined.

He closed the county annals and reached out to open another book.

"It was midnight, and I was reading at night with candles, and suddenly I heard a woman whispering, her voice was lingering and obscene, which aroused people's reverie. The scholar shouted angrily when he heard the words, and the woman was frightened, so she avoided it."

"The copper hammer pierced the clouds into the sky and fell into the head of King Zhao. Afterwards, Qi and blood soared into the sky, the blood filled the sky, tigers and wolves were terrified, ghosts and gods fled, insects and ants fell silent, and everyone dared not speak."

"..."

"The energy and blood are soaring, and the blood is shining all over the sky. It should be a martial artist who has reached the realm of exchanging blood and viscera. The power of energy and blood is full, causing great damage to evil spirits."

Xu Long murmured, "As for the scholar, it should be the power of the soul."

The ancient literati read the books of sages and sages, practiced the way of sages and humans, and nourished a great righteousness in their chests.

All evils dare not approach, ghosts and gods cannot invade.

Trash like Ning Caichen is purely an insult to literati.

Of course, the ancient times are only mentioned, and they are only part of the ancient times.

Many modern scholars have lost their integrity and read books purely for the sake of reading.

This is not a problem of scholars, but that the society no longer needs scholars who are full of blood, backbone, and responsibility.

The donkeys in the production team don't need to think, as long as they can work.

"The old man named Lanshou I met in Yinchao, Qianlie County, his soul is very strange."

Xu Long was thinking in his heart, his eyes were fixed on the bright flames on the oil lamp, but his mind was already wandering.

He didn't seem to notice that a blood-red shadow quietly appeared outside the window, and then quickly disappeared.

The flames of the oil lamp kept flickering, and Xu Long's shadow clung to the wall behind him.

Opening its teeth and dancing its claws, it looked like a devil howling, and it looked very mournful.

A smear of blood squeezed in from the wall behind him, cautiously, but also very clumsily, as if it was very laborious.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the dawn is silent.

Xu Long was in a daze, the oil lamp in front of him was burning slowly, and the light of the fire danced lightly.

But the smear of blood behind him had already squeezed in, slowly approaching in the silent darkness.

"You came."

Just as the blood-red shadow was about to pounce, a voice suddenly sounded.

Xu Long didn't know when he turned around, and a pair of piercing eyes were looking at it up and down.

It was a ghost-like thing with swollen muscles, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and two claws as sharp as daggers.

Ding!

The sound is crisp and clear, which is very obvious in this dark night.

Without the slightest hesitation, the evil spirit attacked directly, but was easily repelled by Xu Long.

All the sharp claws were broken off, and the hands that were bigger than the face were drooping, and the black bones could even be seen tearing open the skin and coming out.

"He is obviously a big muscular guy, but he can go through walls, which is kind of interesting."

Xu Long flicked his fingers, and the strong wind flew away, intending to destroy this thing.

At this moment, the body of the hateful ghost was penetrated directly like a phantom.

puff!

A big hole was opened in the wall behind him, and the evil spirit disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The next second, a gentle voice suddenly sounded, full of seductiveness and charm.

"Young master... let's play..."

"Play with your mother!"