Two stupid postmodern life

Yin Mark is a killer, belonging to the organization of blooming.

Yin Mark is his pseudonym. In the organization, he has no real name, only a code name, No. 78.

It represents the No.70 eight children who were picked up by the leader.

The purpose of their organization is only one, to resist the Semu royal family.

As for why he resisted, the leader told him a long story.

He said that the Semu royal family, not to mention foreign countries, is an extremely mysterious existence even to local civilians.

Although the Tonglan Palace has stood there for more than a hundred years, with many officials coming in and out every day, the common people have never seen anyone traveling in the royal style.

Yin Ma asked: "Didn't the officials see the king and the royal family when they were in court early?"

Leader: "Seeing is seeing, but if you ask them to talk about the appearance of the king or the royal family, their minds go blank. Apart from knowing two eyes and one nose, they can't describe any useful information."

Officials have long been accustomed to this, and will only say that the royal family is the messenger of the gods, and of course they will not show their appearance easily.

For more than a hundred years, everyone has not felt that there is anything wrong with it. As long as they can eat enough to live well and the people live and work in peace and contentment, it doesn't matter what the royal family looks like.

But gradually, some officials became aware of something unusual.

For example, a proposal that I had been opposing before was passed at some point, but when I asked about it, I said that I agreed with it.

"What, I agreed, it's nonsense, why don't I know about it?"

Anger, doubt, and puzzlement, as we continue to explore and seek evidence, and under the proof of people around us, we become more confused and then confused.

Gradually, more than one official had this experience. The wise ones kept silent and observed secretly, while the radical ones began to investigate with great fanfare.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. No matter how rigorous the planning is, there will still be omissions, even if the omissions are extremely small.

Moreover, the ruler of the country at that time did not seem to deliberately conceal it.

The investigators found that they seemed to have had contact with the king before making a completely opposite decision.

The content of contact is nothing more than drinking tea and reminiscing about the past.

Could it be that, in order to change his decision, the king asked someone to pour some hallucinogenic potion into the tea, and then induced himself to say something against his will?

This is the only possibility. After all, in Semu, as a royal family, you can't follow your own will and completely go your own way. When the opinions of the ministers are strong and occupy the majority, even the king can't go against it.

Thinking of this, the investigators were extremely frustrated. No wonder some colleagues looked at him with meaningful eyes after knowing about his investigation.

He didn't understand then, but now he does.

Why don't you block the investigation below, why don't you try to hide it, no, the king has already made his attitude clear.

Even if you find out what I did, what can you do with me?

Yes, even if the mastermind is found out to be the lord, there is nothing they can do.

Because the national conditions of Semu are different from those of the other two big countries. The status of their king and even the entire royal family is bestowed by God, and no one has the right or ability to deprive them of it.

When he heard what the leader said, Yinmark nodded: "Leader, although we have been educated since we were sensible that the Semu royal family is the descendants of gods, but as we grew up, we came into contact with other cultures, especially Caimu. Faguo, don’t they always say that the king is the descendant of the gods? These words are supposed to be lies fabricated by the royal family to prevent the people from rebelling, so don’t believe it too much, right?”

The leader's face suddenly turned pale, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose. Although his voice was calm, but if you listen carefully, you will find a little trill: "That's because you have never experienced...miracles, like that, You'll know what real fear is."

Of course, among the officials, there were many people like Yin Mark, so they joined forces and led their troops to attack Tonglan King City.

Because there is no garrison at all in the royal city, Tonglan King City has been established for more than a hundred years, except for some nimble court ladies and eunuchs, there is no garrison at all.

They planned very well, to expose the conspiracy of the king, and take this opportunity to drive him down. It would be best if they could find a puppet, and if they couldn't find one, they would become the king themselves.

"What happened after that?" Although Yin Mark knew that these people must have failed, he was still full of curiosity about the process in between.

The leader's face was full of ravines due to old age, his eyes were empty, and a confused expression appeared: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Yin Ma was surprised: "Boss, what do you mean?"

Leader: "Because all the people who entered the king's city, except for the horses, all survived."

The surroundings became quiet for a moment, and Yin Mark even felt a little cold around her, but the window was closed because of this conversation, and it was a hot June at that time.

After a long time, the leader seemed to have struggled out of the quagmire of fear, and he slowly said: "The next day, the city gate was opened wide, and the officials who did not participate in the rebellion entered in groups of courageous ones.

The square from the main entrance to the palace was piled up with corpses of rebel soldiers. They all died from the slashing of the knives they carried. It seemed that they were killing each other. The blood spread all over the ground, sticky and smelly. vomit.

The king and the royal family sat leisurely on the steps of the square facing the main hall, looking at the mountain of corpses piled up on the square, and said: "The rebels despised the power of the gods and invaded the king's city. The gods punished them and let them fall into the abyss..." Then He turned his head and looked at the people who were almost unsteady on the sidelines: "You guys know that the rebels are coming, but you stay in a corner, because you want to take advantage of the fisherman? You should have fallen into the abyss with these rebels, but as Descendants of God, after this battle, we don’t want to kill the Holy Spirit anymore, but I accept your souls.”

Finally, the king led everyone back to the apse: "Before you leave, clean up the square."

Tufts of cold wind penetrated into the collar along the neck, and traveled to the chest, abdomen and limbs, Yin Mark shivered, and hesitated to speak.

Leader: "The number of corpses cleared from the square is 230 four, and the number of rebels who entered the royal city is not bad. They all killed themselves in the square after entering the gate of the royal city. The king and the royal family At this time, can you still say that the descendants of God are nonsense?"

Who can do it but God?

Although the goose bumps on his body were layer upon layer, Yin Mark took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to ask: "Since you are convinced that the Semu royal family is the descendant of the gods, and you know that the strength is vastly different, then...why do you still resist? "

After a long silence, the leader looked at Yin Mark with deep and distant eyes, and said, "If we don't resist, then what is the difference between us and the lambs to be slaughtered?"

Even knowing that the other party is God

Even knowing that the result of resistance is falling into the abyss

Even knowing that the road of resistance is rough and full of thorns

It's just that as long as we are still alive, we still yearn to live freely

we must resist

For the road will be smooth and the abyss will be lighted

These were the last words that the leader uttered slowly, as if in a dream.