Cyber Daming

Huguang area, Yuezhou Prefecture.

In the burning valve tower, a human head shot up, scarlet was scattered, and the scorched air was suddenly filled with a pungent smell of blood.

“This is the last one”

The beating firelight illuminated Yang Baize's face. There was deep fatigue between his brows, and he slowly let out a breath of turbid air stuck in his chest.

Now in the entire southern Zhili area, all die-hard elements who are still loyal to the Spring and Autumn Society have been plucked out, and no one has been left behind.

Yang Baize, who was responsible for the execution, barely slept a wink during this period. He was running around with the merchants' legal order. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as being littered with corpses wherever he went.

Fortunately, Yan Dongqing suddenly defected, leaving the Spring and Autumn Society without a leader. Coupled with Li Jun's strong intervention, the senior leaders of the Spring and Autumn Society were slaughtered, causing disunity within the society. With everyone in danger, many powerful families purged themselves of the Spring and Autumn Society members in order to protect themselves, saving Yang Baize a lot of effort.

Of course, the most critical point is that the people behind the Spring and Autumn Society chose to let go completely. Otherwise, a huge force that has been rooted in Ruxu for many years would never have been wiped out in such a short period of time.

Even at this moment, Yang Baize still knew that there were still remnants of the Spring and Autumn Society among these clans, and that they would be resurrected as soon as Yan Dongqing raised his arms one day.

However, in any case, this new party, which was once expected to shake the New Donglin Party's hegemony within Confucianism, has now become a thing of the past.

As for whether it might happen again in the future, Yang Baize is not worried.

Because in his opinion, Yan Dongqing, the only one capable of reviving the Spring and Autumn Society, had almost no chance of survival.

Even without Li Jun, Longhushan would never let him get away easily before draining the last bit of value from him.

"Think of death and live again. Death is a good place, but life is hard to come by. How many people in the past and present have been able to do this?"

Yang Baize nodded towards Shang Lu who was standing next to the corpse in the distance, raised his hand to pat away some ashes falling on his shoulders, and also patted away the complicated thoughts in his heart.

"We can't rest now. The teacher's side has just been attacked, and there will definitely be more actions next. This fight has now officially begun."

While Yang Baize was thinking, a chill suddenly gripped his heart. He subconsciously turned around and saw a strange heavy snow falling outside the collapsed valve tower door, and the coldness of the midwinter moon spread.

The lights on both sides of the long street flickered on and off, and the shadows solidified in the road kept crawling like living creatures.

Figures stood up one after another. They were either complete or incomplete, some looked like ordinary people, and some had deformed limbs, presenting a grotesque and ferocious appearance.

But without exception, they all have faces and features that Yang Baize is very familiar with.

Shockingly, they were all members of the Spring and Autumn Society who died in his hands!

The smell of burnt buildings and blood disappeared without a trace, replaced by a lingering stench of decay, emanating from these things that didn't know whether they were humans or ghosts.

In addition to the heart-burning stench, there were also low and hoarse wails and the bones of the body struggling, creating a terrifying scene that looked like a ghost.

Among the ghosts surrounding him, stood a black-robed shaman wearing a golden mask.

Yang Baize could clearly see that the shadow that breeds ghosts was spreading from the opponent's feet, and the shadows of countless arms were stretching out along the feet of his robe.

"Um?"

The strange feeling on the soles of his feet made Yang Baize look down and saw that the ground where he was standing was covered with stubble of broken flesh and bones. The soles of his feet rose and fell, and he was able to pull out a piece of sticky red thread.

“The structure is really like that.”

Yang Baize grinned, but suddenly there was a rolling sound between his legs.

A human head passed through his feet from behind and rolled into Yang Baize's line of sight. Face up, a pair of eyes filled with hatred widened, and blood flowed from the cracked corners of the eyes.

"Pay for my life! Pay for my life!"

Amid the shrill screams, strong wind rushed directly in front of him.

Yang Baize suddenly raised his head, and a face as pale as paper had already hit him. The 'Xu Haichao' who was 'resurrected from the dead' opened his mouth like a wild beast and bit into Yang Baize's throat!

Phew!

The sharp teeth squeezed into the tiger's mouth, and the five fingers clasped the face.

Shang Lu, who had followed this dreamland, stood beside Yang Baize and raised "Xu Haichao" with one hand.

"It's from the East Palace. Be careful. Don't let this rat find a loophole and steal your heart."

After the stern-faced Shang Lu warned, he raised his wrist and lowered it, then flicked it out.

'Xu Haichao' fell to the ground, and one of his spines was broken inch by inch, but he was still twisting like a snake on the ground, his eyes fixed on Yang Baize, and his white teeth kept opening and closing. It makes people’s hair stand on end and shudder.

"You just stay here and wait for me to break this dream first."

Yang Baize put a heavy weight in his hand and saw Shang Lu stuffing something cold and hard to the touch, shaped like a weight, into him.

Suddenly, Yang Baize felt that there were some inexplicable things in his mind, like rules and clauses, and like adjudication documents. He wanted to take a closer look, but he could only vaguely see his name written on it, next to it. The word 'guilty' was written in vermilion handwriting.

Before Yang Baize could recover, a sharp weapon trembled in his ears.

Zheng!

In Shang Lu's hand was a pitch-black ruler, which at first glance looked like a long knife with a long and narrow blade.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Yang Baize always felt that in this dream, the pressure exuded by Shang Lu was far stronger than in the real world.

"The dreamland of Huangliang is not a place of lawlessness!"

An idea popped into his mind. A black shadow flashed across Yang Baize's sight. Shang Lu had already rushed out of the building.

Phew!

The body of the ruler passed across the raised face of 'Xu Haichao', splitting the body vertically like a knife cutting through oil.

Shang Lu kept moving his feet, raising his arms and waving his arms horizontally. A black arc of light erupted from the ruler in his hand. The ghosts facing him were not swept by the arc. However, his flying body was suddenly nailed to the spot, and ink-like flames burst from his mouth and nose. It spurted out, instantly burning their bodies into flying ash.

The remaining smoke rose and swirled, condensing into the exact same three words 'crime of traitor to the party'.

Dereliction of duty, laziness, murder, corruption, and rebellion.

There are 15 articles on the system of official and legal duties, and 18 articles on formulas.

Shang Lu is like a judge who has stepped out of the underworld, judging many evil ghosts who have escaped without mercy, and punishing them with justice and punishment without any omissions.

Wherever the law ruler passed, the Spring and Autumn Society members were unstoppable, unable to even utter a cry, and were burned to ashes from the inside out by the flames of law.

But the strange thing is that even though the ghosts surrounding him are quickly being eliminated, the Wu Zhu wearing a golden mask remains motionless.

Only the snowflakes falling from the cracks in the sky squeezed into a line by the buildings on both sides are getting bigger and denser.

"Stealing an official's dream without permission is the first crime."

"The second crime is to make up evil appearances of ghosts and monsters."

"Desecrating the rest of the souls of the dead is the third crime."

"Huang Liang broke the law and committed the same crime as the current world! Fu!"

Shang Lu shouted loudly, raised the ruler high in his hand, and struck it down on Zhao Yin's head.

clang!

A loud bang drowned out the echoing sounds of condemnation and sentencing.

The scene of the dream of death did not appear in Yang Baize's eyes. Standing in the distance, he frowned and his solemn gaze fell on Shang Lu's suddenly motionless back.

"Da Ming Lv hasn't heard anyone mention this thing for many years."

Zhao Yin's contemptuous words came from under the golden mask, "I'm just asking you, in this dream and dream, where are the laws and rules?"

"have"

Shang Lu squeezed out a cold word from his clenched teeth, and Shang Lu, who kept chopping, was gradually covered by heavy snow.

"Even if there is, it is not the law of the common people that you have fallen apart, but the rules of the new world set by the Eastern Palace."

"My Lord, this is the new law!"

Zhao Yin slowly raised his right hand, and two white and jade-like fingers were poked out from under his robe, and he curled his fingers on the ruler.

clang!

The trembling sound echoed, and the aftermath of the shock suddenly spread, lifting up the snow on the ground and sweeping across like an avalanche.

The wind and snow hit his face. Yang Baize instinctively lowered his head and raised his hands to block in front of him. His legs were bent, but they were still blown backwards.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Baize felt the pressure in front of him lighten and he hurriedly looked up.

The noisy wind and snow had settled, and the figures of Shang Lu and Yin Yang Xu had also disappeared, and the previous city streets had also become unrecognizable.

But inexplicably, Yang Baize felt that these low and dilapidated houses in front of him seemed familiar.

"Mianmianzhou County?!"

Yang Baize's pupils shrank suddenly, the memories hidden deep in his mind surged out like a dam, and he clenched his hands into fists.

There was clearly a land of ice and snow in front of him, but there was a blazing high temperature burning his back, and the crackling sound of fire snakes biting beams could be heard endlessly, mixed with a vague sigh.

Yang Baize turned around stiffly and saw a house surrounded by fire.

Broken corpses lay among the ruins of collapsed houses. Broken plaques were thrown on the steps. The four large gold-lacquered characters "Poetry and Book Succession" were dazzling in the firelight.

In the only remaining main hall, two Taishi chairs were placed side by side, with a calm white-haired old man and a smiling young scholar sitting on the left and right.

"Yang Baize, let me ask you, have you disgraced the reputation of my Yang family?"

"Xiao Baize, second uncle, let me ask you, have you been living well during your time away from home?"

A stern question, a tender inquiry, completely opposite words rang in my ears at the same time.

Yang Baize looked at these two faces that had appeared in his dreams more than once. He could no longer maintain his peace of mind. His lips were parted, but countless words were stuck in his throat.

"Nie Niannian, how can any of my descendants, Yang Hulu, look like me?"

The old man raised his palm and slapped the armrest hard, and said angrily: "How can you promote the reputation of my Yang family?"

"Master"

Although the weight in his hand was as hot as charcoal, and even though he knew clearly that he was in a dream constructed by others at this moment, Yang Baize still couldn't bear the throbbing that touched the bottom of his heart.

Indigo official robes appeared on the body, the Confucian crown that tied the hair on the head extended into a black gauze, two symmetrical hat wings popped out, and the crisp chirping of birds echoed in the firelight.

Facing the old man's delighted gaze, Yang Baize bent down and lowered his head. He wanted to cup his hands and clasp his fists, but found that his sleeves had become empty at some point.

The weight fell to the ground with a clang.

Yang Baize seemed to be unaware of everything, and still bowed and said: "Unfilial son Baize, who entered the Jin Dynasty, first served as the envoy of Inushan City in the Japanese area, and later became the magistrate of Huating County in Songjiang Prefecture. The people under his rule were not affected by Honghu's disasters. Don’t be disturbed by party disputes, just be honest.”

At the end of his words, Yang Baize slowly raised his head, but his face was already filled with tears, but there was a hearty smile on his lips.

"Second uncle, Bai Ze is doing well, don't worry."

"My child, it's really hard on you."

The two of them nodded in relief, not paying attention to the flames that were already rising under their feet.

Yang Shuo asked sadly: "Bai Ze, it's the Yang family that is ashamed of you. We didn't do anything to help you. Instead, you lost your arms, left your home, and became homeless. Do you still blame us?"

Yang Baize shook his head: "No wonder."

"Since I have become an official, since I have become an official"

Yang Hucheng's voice was loud, but he hesitated unexpectedly. His flashing eyes reflected the figure missing both arms. Even if he was as cold-hearted as him, he could no longer express those high-sounding principles.

The old man let out a long sigh, his momentum weakened, and his voice became weaker, with a hint of pleading.

"Take the time to go back to Mianzhou County, let all the ancestors see you, and let them know that there is a successor to the Yang family."

Yang Baize nodded: "Kid, remember this."

"Bai Ze, come here, come closer, let my second uncle take a good look at you."

Yang Shuo raised his hand and waved lightly, and Yang Hulu also showed an expectant look.

But Yang Baize remained unmoved, and the look in his eyes slowly became calmer.

"What's wrong with you, kid? Come here, why don't you come here? Come here!"

"You rebel, how dare you disobey your elders?!"

The soft call gradually turned into a fierce cry, and the expression of the person in the chair became ferocious and vicious. The flames under their feet came up, and the fire burned the two people into skeletons.

The bones and seats collapsed into ashes at the same time, and the sweeping sea of ​​​​fire completely engulfed the entire Yang family.

Pieces of heavy snow fell again, covering the ground with debris and ashes.

"You're obviously in love, why don't you want to obey?"

Zhao Yin, wearing a golden mask, emerged from the heavy snow with a slightly confused look in his eyes.

"Yang Baize, you should know that they can be resurrected as long as you want."

"Resurrection? Then you underestimate the Yang family."

Yang Baize shook his head and sneered: "If you want to make dreams to deceive people in the future, remember to use more brains. The Nine Lords of the East Emperor are just a joke."

"court death!"

Being ridiculed to his face by a low-ranking Confucian scholar like this, Zhao Yin couldn't help but become angry. With a wave of his sleeves, bulges like tombs suddenly appeared in the snow, and his life-threatening screams were like a mountain and a tsunami.

"The law is the order of the world and the order of the world. If the people believe in the law, the country will prosper. If the people violate the law, chaos will occur."

The old but loud voice suddenly sounded, overwhelming all the cries of ghosts and howls.

Yang Baize turned to look to his side, but there was a figure he had never seen before.

Feiyu suit, embroidered spring knife, wild hair like a lion, and a resolute expression.

The burly old man held the knife in his right hand, and an inch of cold light leaked out of the scabbard.

"Lawkeeper? A native chicken and a dog. Huh?!"

The sarcasm coming from under the mask suddenly turned into a scream.

In Yang Baize's stunned eyes, the enemy in front of him suddenly knelt down, and the mask on his face cracked inch by inch, revealing a horrified face.

"How could you possibly find me?!"

Click

Fine cracks filled the scene, and this dream began to shatter.

"It seems that brat is doing well."

In his distorted vision, Yang Baize heard the crisp sound of sheathing a knife and a heroic laugh.

What followed was an earth-shattering loud noise.

boom!

His vision became clear again, and the successive shocking changes made Yang Baize sweat profusely and gasp for breath.

A black and red lightning struck from the sky, but it was eerily silent.

There was a 'pop' sound.

A tattered corpse was thrown at Yang Baize's feet. The rotten features that were almost sunken into the skull were inlaid with several golden fragments.

"I tried my best to leave his whole body. Why don't you step on it a few times to vent your anger?"

Yang Baize wiped the sweat from his face, raised his head and looked at the man with his arms crossed in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

"It's done!"