After Breaking Up with My Girlfriend, I Became a Demon Saint

God knows how troublesome it is to kill any true god.

Wen Quxing roared at Zhongdou Xingjun.

"Why are you doing this, do you know how many people will die?"

Zhong Dou Xingjun said nonchalantly.

"I know, that's why I do it."

"Don't you and Little Yan Jun both want to save the world? Don't you both want to bring this dirty society back to life?"

There was a trace of eagerness in Zhongdou Xingjun's tone.

"Do you know what the best way to save this society is?"

"It's not about killing all the capitalists in society, those monopolistic cancers."

"It's not a violent cleansing of the federal government."

"It's dead people, many dead, many people..."

These words of Mr. Zhongdou Xing are obviously pure villain's remarks, but Wen Quxing remained silent in the same way.

Zhong Dou Xingjun laughed out loud.

"You understand?"

"Children of the Ye family, it's impossible for you to understand what I'm talking about, right?"

300 years ago, there was a plague that spread throughout the state in Europe and other places that were not yet the territory of the Eastern Xia United States. During this period, one third of the people in the state died, and despair and pain filled the entire state.

But after the plague, because the ruling class was severely understaffed and there was a serious shortage of people in various occupations, the church rarely began to spread knowledge and teach people to read and write. The kings of various countries had to open up the solidified class and attract all kinds of people. Elites enter the ruling class, otherwise they would be useless.

In this plague, too many noble Manchus and Manchus perished.

It has completely entered the era of class solidification and the people have lost hope. Because of a major epidemic, the whole era has begun to glow again.

Coincidentally, every time the ancient nomads came to winter, when the population was too large and the resources were too scarce to support the tribe’s population, they would choose to fight with other tribes or farming civilizations. If they won, they would get resources for the winter, and if they lost their own With a smaller population, we can make do with the winter.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's all just to survive in the harsh environment.

Zhong Dou Xingjun's tone suddenly softened.

"According to my estimation, as long as this plague kills 10% of the population of the Eastern Xia United States, the unemployment rate of the Eastern Xia United States can be reduced to less than 1%. As long as 20% of the population dies, the involution will end. Everyone will have a formal job, and as long as 30% of the population dies, the government and capitalists will force the education industry to give up their monopoly, recruit a large number of management elites from the public, and in the next 30 years, there will be nearly [-] million middle-class people.”

"I designed all of this, and even in the future I will let more than one billion people die."

"But after all this, the wonderful world you hoped for will come."

Zhong Dou Xingjun spread his hands.

"So, you righteous ones, you moral ones, why don't you watch me, the villain, finish all this silently, and you come to reap the benefits?"

Wen Quxing clenched his hands on both sides of his thighs until they turned white.

Zhongdou Xingjun watched with satisfaction the distortion slowly appearing on Wenqu Xing's surface.

That's right, that's it.

All of this was indeed done by Zhongdou Xingjun, but Wenquxing and Xiao Yanjun watched him do all this and knew the way to stop it, but they silently let it happen.

This is a test of conscience and morality.

Mr. Zhongdou Xing likes to watch the struggle and pain during this test, and the choices he made afterwards.

……

Dawu Mountain, in front of the Lingxin Dasheng Courtyard.

Zhou Yan and Zhao Wenhe face to face.

Zhao Wenhe took a step towards Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan took a step back.

Zhao Wenhe stopped and squinted at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan said with a sneer.

"Excuse me, excuse me, I'm leaving now."

Zhao Wenhe interrupted.

"Bai Aiqing, where's Bai Zetu?"

Zhou Yan was taken aback.

Zhao Wenhe raised his chin and gave the order condescendingly.

"The sage came out, and Bai Ze arrived with the picture. I have already come out, love, do you agree with the imperial edict that I am the master of the world?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhao Wenhe hooked his fingers, and the memorial that Zhou Yan put in his arms without any words fell down.

Zhao Wenhe glanced at her, and she was very satisfied on the stunningly beautiful Qingcheng's face, it was that selective gaze that always made Zhou Yan feel that this bitch was going to eat herself alive.

"Really? Bai Aiqing hasn't written yet, so I happen to be alone here."

Zhao Wenhe took out a Langhao pen from his pocket.

"Ai Qing, write."

The pen was placed in front of Zhou Yan.

Chapter 23 Closed

Eastern Xia United States, Dahe Prefecture, Xiaoliu City.

The United States of Eastern Xia has been established for more than two hundred years. Due to the long-term decentralization of power, the states that make up the country have begun to separate from Germany, especially the states controlled by the four elephants, whose core interests and political demands are even more contrary to the federal government.

Governments in those states have traditionally taken pride in opposing the federal government.

The Dahe State is not included in this series. It is a state under the strong control of the federal government and has a strong centripetal force. After the blockade began, the people of this state turned against it.

Of course, this is not going out with guns to negotiate with the army controlling the streets, but going out to march with banners and wooden signs to oppose the federal government's violation of the sacred freedom of the people.

The federal government also brought out traditional arts and dispatched an organized army to use high-pressure water cannons, tear gas, rubber bullets, batons and explosion-proof shields to drive back the united people with sticks and guns.

Originally, this kind of suppression of riots only needed to repel the people, arrest a few leaders, and let them disband. However, after the army dispersed the people this time, they began to gather the protesting people in waves.

The reason for this is rather subtle, because there are often dead people among the people who come up to protest. In order to prevent the dead people from causing more violent riots, the army can only catch all the people who come up to protest and lock them up in some nearby dead people. district.

Xiaoliu City Government, Mayor's Office.

With a military and police force of 1000 people, Major Zhang Yi, who had suppressed several riots, was listening to his subordinates' reports with his mobile phone.

"Major, 100 people died in this riot. When we went to other places to resettle the rioters, we found that there were people lying on their stomachs outside several neighborhoods."

To lie down is to die.

Zhang Yi sighed.

"It's still the old way, military control, no one is allowed to leave the community. The federal government has completed the news control, and the public will not know the current situation."

"Understood, Major."

The man on the other side hung up the phone.

Zhang Yi sighed again.

Starting yesterday, Xuanwu began to mobilize the national army and the National Propaganda Department to carry out military control and news control at the national level.

The other three great beasts also noticed that something was wrong. After communicating with Xuanwu, everyone joined the team of joint control. More than half of the states in the country have been controlled by the unique army of each state and the federal army. News platforms, social platforms, and the rest can exchange information. The platform was also quickly closed under the iron fist.

What is needed is to keep all the people from knowing what happened. Even if they feel something is wrong, they will be divided by military control and cannot form a regiment.

As for the other ones that do not belong to the four great beasts and are unwilling to accept the control of the federal government, the federal government has also given up.

Zhang Yi is Xuanwu's subordinate, he can be regarded as Xuanwu's confidant, and he is very aware of what is happening now, so he is extremely worried about it. Don't look at the fact that the federal government can still rely on the army to suppress the entire country, but waiting for the army to start killing people on a large scale Woolen cloth?

A few years ago, during a flu epidemic with the highest fatality rate, an epidemiologist put forward a ridiculous argument, that is, herd immunity, thinking that as long as enough people died, everyone would have antibodies.

There are also people who advocate that the elderly are the worst in health, so a large number of elderly people are killed by the flu. When the flu passes, the country's economic pressure will be less, and young people will be able to get better social resources.

In short, regardless of the flu, regardless of the dead is the best way to prevent and control.

At that time, Zhang Yi saw it directly. He knew that his country had been promoting happiness education to fool the people, but how could the IQ of the people be so low?

They don't think that their country can push up 25 aircraft carriers, and countless nuclear bombs can negotiate face-to-face with the virus, right?

Will the virus retreat because of the aircraft carrier and the nuclear bomb?

Viruses will not negotiate with humans, let alone follow human scripts, so how can you be sure whether the virus will kill children first after it mutates, and will take you to hell with it.

It’s the same now. To be honest, if the virus can be negotiated, Zhang Yi reckons that it’s okay for senior government officials to kneel down in the living room of Virus’s house and call Dad.

The cell phone started ringing again, and it was a top-level alert text message from the control army in a nearby city.

Zhang Yi immediately called the army leader, a lieutenant colonel.

The phone buzzed for a while, but the other party didn't answer the call.

Zhang Yi's heart sank, and the blue light on the major's body scattered, rushing out of the open window in the office.

Outside the window, Zhang Yi stepped on the air that was already as thick as a semi-solid, and flew towards the nearby city at the speed of sound.

That city is fifty kilometers away from Xiaoliu City. With Zhang Yi's current speed of one kilometer in three seconds, he can reach that city in less than three minutes.

Zhang Yi, who was galloping in the air, occasionally looked down at the ground.

The ground is full of obstacles set up by the army on the traffic arteries, as well as some private cars that run on the road and don't move.

Zhang Yi reckoned that the owners of these private cars should be dead.

Zhang Yi arrived at a nearby city in 2 minutes. This is a small city with a population of only 10. For this reason, only 300 troops came to station. When Zhang Yi arrived, the traffic arteries of this small city had been blocked by the army. Half the time, no one did the rest.

Because the heavily armed soldiers all fell to the ground.

Not only soldiers, but corpses lay everywhere on the ground of the city. Some corpses were holding protest banners and wooden signs. They seemed to have fallen down on the road of the protest march and died of cardiac arrest.

Zhang Yi suppressed the fear in his heart and flew to the center of the city, shouting towards the whole city.

"Is anyone still alive?!"

"I'm a search and rescue officer from the government!"

"Is anyone alive?"