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As soon as the prefect's words were spoken, it was like a heavy bomb was dropped on the calm lake.

Even those clan heads are showing incomparable astonishment.

Originally, they thought that the prefect had summoned them again to cooperate with them and to appease the emotions of these people.

Who would have thought that when the prefect opened his mouth, he was adding fuel to the fire.

Moreover, this blood rain came strangely, and there is still no accurate source.

But the prefect is now firmly determined to have something to do with that son Liang.

Suddenly, the patriarchs of those families even began to doubt whether the prefect in front of him was one of the sources of the rumors!

After the prefect of Tongcheng finished speaking, he fell silent and gave the people some time to digest.

The reason why he wanted to make the situation that the son Liang caused the blood rain was made public.

It's not as those clan heads suspected, he was the source of the rumors.

It was the imperial city that had already passed the news.

In the news that came, the current monarch said with certainty that Mr. Jiang would definitely be able to solve the problem.

Let the parents and officials in various places must first stabilize the people in various places.

To this end, the facts can be stated first.

Although I don't know why the current monarch has such faith in that son Liang.

But now, in less than half a day, those cultivators have already shown signs of failure.

What is even more terrifying is that the environment of this world seems to be collapsing.

The speed at which those monks regained their spiritual energy became slower and slower.

Go on like this.

I'm afraid it won't be long before those cultivators take turns taking turns.

I'm afraid it won't be able to maintain the protective shield of the spiritual energy in the sky for too long.

At that time, it was not just the buildings in Tongcheng that were washed away.

And the hearts of the people.

before that moment comes.

The prefect of Tongcheng had no choice but to pin his last lingering hope on Mr. Jiang.

"That son-in-law is really a jerk!"

"Let's go in together and demolish the demon's ancestral hall!"

"Yes, go in and demolish his ancestral hall!"

Those people were furious, and suddenly saw that the prefect of Tongcheng made a gesture to several yamen behind him.

Several people immediately stopped at the entrance of the ancestral hall with the killing stick.

After a short period of astonishment, the gazes of those commoners looking at the prefect, from the awe just now, instantly became suspicious.

An old man in the lead even said angrily: "God officer, that demon made my grandson beyond recognition. He is still lying in the hospital now. The doctor said that he might not be able to save him!"

"Why don't you let me go in and smash that monster's idol and avenge my grandson?"

Hearing the old man's words, the people who were still in fear of retreating suddenly showed signs of coming up again.

"That's right, Lord Prefect, why do you want to protect that monster?"

"Is it an order from the imperial court? Lord Prefect, as a parental official, shouldn't you ask for orders for the people?"

"Lord Prefect, what about your character?"

Those people didn't dare to call Tongcheng prefect as "dog official" like the old man.

But the tone of the words has become very rude.

Let the words of those people call, the prefect never changed his face.

Until those people have said enough, they have scolded enough, and they are almost done venting.

The prefect of Tongcheng looked at the old man who had insulted him at the beginning, and saw that the old man was drenched in blood and rain because of his old age, and stood in front of him shivering.

Immediately, he took off the cloak outside the official uniform and put it over the old man.

Looking at the actions of the prefect of Tongcheng.

In the minds of those people, they suddenly remembered that since the rain of blood came, the figure in front of them had hardly stopped for a moment, running around the city.

Suddenly, the anger in their hearts dissipated a little.

The prefect of Tongcheng bent down to look at the old man, and in those eyes that showed deep exhaustion, there was no arrogance of being a parent official, and there was no anger at being scolded.

Yes, just a gentle and firm force.

"Old man, this official deeply deplores what happened to your grandson."

"But the demolition of this ancestral hall will not stop the **** rain, nor will it make your grandson's injury better."

Some words were slowly spit out from the prefect's mouth. There was no profound "here", but it made the old man clearly understand the meaning of the prefect.

Seeing that the old man did not dare to refute, the prefect of Tongcheng looked away, turned to the people, and said, "This official said this, not to want you to stop here."

"I want you all to wait another half a day."

"The sage today has sent an urgent letter. In half a day, if the blood rain does not stop, the sage will abdicate and stop the monarch!"

The words "Abdicate and dismiss the emperor" just popped out of the mouth of the Tongcheng magistrate, and those people were all shocked and speechless.

"Emperor... Did the emperor really say that?"

The old man even widened his eyes, and after he finished speaking, he realized that he had used an offensive name, and his face turned pale with fright.

Fortunately, the prefect of Tongcheng did not hold him accountable for his words, but nodded heavily, and his eyes showed the firm strength again, "After a long time, the blood rain did not stop. The clay **** statue was dragged out and smashed to pieces!"

Seeing the prefect, he rolled up his sleeves and smashed things.

The old man said: "Master Prefect, you are a good official, then I will believe you and sit here and wait for a long time."

Hearing the words, the others responded, "That is, the prefect loves his people like a son, and he will definitely not lie to us!"

"Everyone, don't wait here. The Xicheng River is about to flood again. If you still have the strength, hurry up and dig the river wider."

"Okay, I, Li Dazhuang, go to dig the river first, and come back after a long time."

The prefect smiled and said, "You can rest assured, this official is here, and I will wait with you for a long time."

After hearing the words of the prefect, those people left with peace of mind.

When they left, those people did not notice that there was a wry smile mixed with the smile of the prefect.

Tongcheng's turbulent public sentiment was resolved by the prefect.

In the surrounding cities, and after the local parents and officials assured Mo Zhongtian that he would abdicate and dismiss the monarch, the situation finally gained some control.

In the eyes of the common people, the identity of the emperor is the Son of Heaven, the son of God.

Now even the son of God said that the blood rain would not stop for a long time, and he would not be the emperor. That must have said something to God.

Nan'an City.

Monet's royal palace.

Mo Zhongtian stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of a large hall, looking at the rain of blood above his head, which was also isolated by the aura hood, and murmured: "Mr. Liang, this time, I took the throne as a bet."

"Hopefully, you won't let me lose this bet..."

As for the throne, Mo Zhongtian is no longer concerned about it now.

And he knew very well that if half a day later, there would be no news of Young Master Liang from the imperial city.