The young man got up from the ground and stepped back carefully.

Isn’t that what you call not eating people? Are you afraid that you will eat them alive?

...But is this a demon cultivator? They couldn't recognize it. They just thought that these people were a bit burlier. Other than that, they looked like ordinary people. They didn't have green faces and fangs, and they didn't have three heads and six arms, nor were they primitive savages. They were just

When you get angry, you feel like a big stone covered in black smoke, which is a bit silly.

Zhuchen also discovered that this group of demon cultivators had novel ideas. Rather than being scolded, they could not accept taking the blame. What's the point?

She thought about it carefully, turned her head three times, and finally understood.

Isn't the person who eats people without spitting out their bones the last demon king they hate the most? When the victims of the disaster said this, they were treated like the same raccoon dog, so naturally they were not happy about it.

Look at how indignant they are. They only know how to curse, but they can't even speak clearly.

Zhuchen stood in front of the demon cultivator. Although his thin figure was not even half as tall as Ye, he was inexplicably majestic.

She looked at this group of disabled people, trying hard to look like a benevolent person who was illuminated by the holy light, and said with a smile: "Let me show you, senior brother. Where did these injuries on your bodies come from?"

After eating a full meal, the fear of death began to grow, and he was not as bold as before. This is generally the case with people, and they cannot defeat their instincts.

The young man looked down at the wound and said respectfully, "I asked someone to hit it."

Zhuchen: "Robbing people to eat?"

"I didn't steal it either," the young man said, "I just begged for it, but it stained their eyes."

Tianertong told her that these people were not lying.

Zhuchen felt even more sad and continued to ask: "Where did it come from?"

"They come from anywhere. I heard that Chaowen was giving me food here, so I came here." He paused for a moment, lowered his voice, and glanced at Ye Qing with concern, "I heard on the way that you guys are recruiting

The purpose of the disaster victims is to sacrifice the demon cultivators for their cultivation."

"Where did you hear this?" Zhuchen said, still smiling, "I will have people dig up their ancestral graves."

The young man wanted to clamp his tail. Since he couldn't do it, he could only tighten his neck.

The demon cultivators suddenly felt that she was much scarier than them.

Zhuchen: "I don't want to cause trouble for you people. Tell me, where did you hear this?"

The young man turned around and exchanged glances with his companions, then hesitantly said in a low voice: "This is what the paper said. We heard others read it. Other refugees we met on the road also said the same thing. If we can't survive,

Don’t dare to go to court and smell it.”

Zhuchen asked inquiringly: "What were you talking about? Please explain it more clearly."

The young man said aggrievedly: "If you eat a living person, you may not be able to eat me, and you have eaten it for four thousand years. There are also people shouting words like 'Wonderful!', 'Horrible.' We are naturally afraid."

"

Zhuchen blurted out: "What is eating people? Don't talk nonsense!"

The young man shut up and remained as silent as a cicada.

She calmed down in the morning, racked her brains to recall it, and finally remembered it. Because there was not enough content in the newspaper page, in the next two or three issues, she asked the system for some excellent modern short stories.

Of course Zhuchen admired Brother Xun very much, so when the system pushed Diary of a Madman to her, she randomly selected an excerpt and put it up, hoping to make it into a series.

But excerpts are excerpts. Do these people only listen to half of what I'm told? They can't be connected to Chao Wen Chi Ren in any way, right?

Zhuchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he finally realized it.

No wonder after the newspaper was published, she asked people to advertise it widely, but waited and waited and no one came. It turned out that it was blacklisted among the people, which shows that public opinion and public relations are really important.

The monks were relatively well-informed about the news, and the Yi Sect helped to pass it on, so no major problems would arise. Among the ordinary people, even such things as "cannibalism" were speculated on.

"It's nothing!" Zhuchen explained to them angrily, "The words above refer to the feudal ethics and ethics as cannibalism! They are criticizing and shouting against the cruel society, let..."

The reading comprehension that I had practiced for many years in Zhuchen suddenly stopped because the people in front of me had blank faces, and the word "can't understand" was clearly written on their expressions.

"Oh, forget it." Zhuchen waved his hands and gave up, "After all, Chaowen is not as scary as you think. That article just told a story... just treat it as a story about a monster and does not exist.

Don’t misunderstand me again.”

Everyone understood the monster when they heard it. They also encountered a monster along the way, killed many people, and escaped with luck.

How can monsters eating people be passed down as people cannibalizing people? So those scholars are too arrogant and have to say normal sentences in a way that they can't understand.

Seeing Zhuchen's failure, the demon cultivators couldn't help but rejoice in his misfortune and even forgot about their own grievances. What kind of shocking move was this? He didn't show off his literary talents, but he severely cheated himself.

Zhuchen became angry and glared at those people: "What are you looking at? This means that people should study more! Literacy work is urgent! When I get back, I will expand the night school and let everyone take two classes to know what critical literature is."

The victims knew that they would be saved. Seeing the magic cultivators snickering, they laughed too.

Zhuchen waved to everyone to return to the city.

Ye Qing summoned his sword and said, "That's all, I will send you back regardless of the past grudges."

Several demon cultivators helped carry the person to the sword and quickly flew to see him.

There is no medical center in Chaowen, and it has not yet been built. It is also the people of Chaowen who live up to their expectations. They rarely get sick on weekdays. Occasionally, if they have a headache or a fever, they just rush to Yu Yuan to see it.

However, this batch of victims was so large that they could not be accommodated even if they were transported to Yuyuan. They were brought back to Chaowen in the morning, and bedding was spread out in an empty square for them to lie down and rest. Then they went to find Huai Xie and Damo to come and see their injuries.

In fact, the original injuries of this group of people were not serious, but after such a long delay, the wounds did not heal for a long time. They were mixed with clothes and gravel, and became more serious. Many bodies were heating up and were about to lose consciousness.

The wound needs to be cleaned again, which consumes time and medicinal materials.

Fortunately, there happened to be a lot of wound medicine among the goods brought by the monks. Following Zhuchen's suggestion, we took them out first for emergencies.

This group of monks were helpless. They wanted to bring things to sell, but before they entered the mall, all the inventory was cleared.

Zhuchen finally found some time and rushed to entertain them. He told them not to worry. He quoted a price for these things and treated them as if they were purchased by Chaowen.

The monk who was escorting the goods was very polite and clasped fists with her and said, "Master Zhuchen, what are you talking about? Seeing these displaced victims, it's hard for us to just stand by and watch. We just try our best to do our best."

If they are unwilling to provide food themselves, it is impossible for a bunch of old, weak, sick and disabled people to get any benefit from them.

The old Taoist said politely: "I am a steward of the Yingchuan Sect. I heard that a disciple came here to cause trouble to Chaowen, so I came here to apologize. I was afraid that I was not careful in spreading the message, saying that Chaowen was short of elixirs, so he brought them

Most of them are medicinal materials.”

"Fellow Taoist Yubai?" Zhuchen's smile couldn't help but get brighter, "I'm serious, I'm serious. I really am not. He just came here to hang out for a long time, how can he cause any trouble? Chaowen's hospitality was not good, so he suffered a little.

I’m really sorry for the injury.”

The old Taoist didn't take it seriously: "This is a lesson he should learn."

Zhuchen loved talking to these generous and reasonable people the most. He arranged a place for them to rest and asked them to rest first. The old Taoist said that his trip was in vain and he would stay for two days to play and then return two days later.

The sect will bring some more goods.

Zhuchen was naturally overjoyed and found a young monk to guide them and explain them, and told them to treat them as distinguished guests. He also told the old Taoist in a subtle way that Chaowen actually had no shortage of medicinal materials. Chaowen had a good relationship with Fuqiu Sect, but was short of Yingchuan Sect.

specialties.

The old Taoist laughed and said he understood.

When Zhuchen came back from handling chores, only half of the wounded had been treated.

Huai Xie asked her to move people away, and some patients who had undergone surgery could not enjoy the air outside.

Although there have been houses under construction in Chaowen, due to the recent arrival of a large number of demon cultivators, and now a group of disaster victims, it is no longer possible to live in a single house and needs to be shared.

She asked people to inquire about the wishes of the victims, divided them into three to five people in a room, assigned them residences, and reluctantly settled them in. She arranged the plans for the hospital in her mind and put them on the agenda.

In the evening, the wounded gathered in the canteen built in thatched huts. After eating a light patient meal, they finally looked better. At least the dejected air on their faces had disappeared, and they became like living people.

Zhuchen asked the common people for a batch of old clothes and put them into them. They asked them to help each other wipe and clean their bodies.

This group of people were very meticulous in their work. Although they were injured, they were very patient in taking care of other patients. After hearing Huai Xie say that the wound must be kept clean, he washed the linen cloth several times in water before going to clean it.

The one with more flexible hands and feet even took a comb to comb his companion's long hair and tidy up his appearance. It can be seen that he is a clean person.

Zhuchen was originally worried that Chaowen would not be able to take care of them because there were no nurses, but he was relieved to see that they could be self-sufficient.

When they sorted it out slowly and slowly, the original image of the sloppy refugee suddenly became more elegant and completely different.

Zhuchen recognized the familiar young man and realized that he had injured his abdomen before and couldn't straighten up. Now he dared to straighten his chest and back. He was full of energy. He said with a smile: "Isn't this a handsome young man?"

The young man blushed and lowered his head.

Zhuchen asked: "What else is missing? Shoes and socks. I'll bring them to you when the time comes. If you don't tell me, I won't be able to think clearly."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord." The young man supported the wall and thanked her.

I have seen this battle more and more in the morning, and you can tell by looking at him bending down that his next step is to bend his knees, and then he will kneel down for her, and then the people behind him will follow suit, so that she can ascend the throne on the spot.

Zhuchen raised his hand and steadied him with the wind, and said businesslikely: "No need. Pay debts with work. I don't eat people, but I don't accept lazy bastards either. You are here."

You have to work here. As for the salary, I will ask Zhang Shiwen to come over and tell you about it later."

Everyone lowered their heads persistently and said to her: "Thank you, Immortal Lord."

Together, the many chirpy voices sounded loud and clear.

They were so grateful to be rescued. How could they have thought about such things as eating and drinking after saving their lives? As for the salary, in their hometown, everyone worked hard all year round and could not afford a full meal. Chaowen could give them two

A pause is enough.
Chapter completed!