After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

The officials patted their horses and advanced slowly. The leader was a fat official with a big belly, and he was scolding some pedestrians on the roadside for blocking the road.

"Get out of the way. I'm blocking the officers from handling the case. I'll be careful to catch you too."

Some pedestrians hurriedly moved out of the way, and the huge official road cleared out in an instant, with only officials walking on it.

Shen Ruoyan is just pretending to be gentle, but when it comes to being arrogant and domineering, who are they?

She was so angry that she was about to block the road, but Chen Zun pulled her back.

Just as Shen Ruoyan was about to speak, Chen Zun pointed to the team behind the horse.

"Don't do anything yet."

Shen Ruoyan looked around and was stunned for a moment.

Behind the cavalry, we saw a dozen prison cars, which were already filled with people.

Behind the prison car, there were dozens of prisoners with iron chains on their feet, shackles on their necks, and their hands locked on the shackles, and they followed slowly.

Looking back, I saw a guard holding a long hemp rope. Many people's hands were tied to the rope. The rope extended to the back, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

Whether they were shackled or had their hands tied, they were all disheveled and their clothes were made of coarse cloth with many patches.

Their faces had an abnormal look, their faces were sallow and their muscles were thin, their cheeks were so thin that they were hollow and fleshless, their ribs were splayed, and if it weren't for the tight skin on their bodies, it seemed like their bodies would fall apart at any time.

What is even more impressive is that some of these prisoners are old farmers with gray hair, and some are short teenagers, less than their chest height.

And in their sunken eye sockets, their eyes were dull and dull, looking empty and without a trace of light, cast a layer of deathly gray, like walking zombies, with only instinct left to move forward numbly.

The stewards on both sides held iron rulers and black and red fire sticks in their hands. Those who walked a little slower would pick up the sticks in their hands and greet people.

Chen Zun clenched his fists, no light could be seen in his deep eyes, and his face became colder.

"These are poor people who cannot pay taxes, so they were captured by the collectors and sent to hard labor." Half a hundred old men said in a low voice.

"Amitabha." Monk Wanfu sighed, raised one hand and recited the Buddha's name.

However, his other hand moved the beads faster and faster, which also showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

When Shen Ruoyan saw this scene, her chest seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of weight, and she couldn't breathe. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

Immortal cultivators in immortal sects will only see the words "people's suffering" in books, but when they really see it, it's another scene.

A dark and thin old farmer, whose legs and feet were either very nimble or walking too slowly, was beaten by an officer with a fire stick.

"Your mother, you old guy, is just dragging your feet. If you don't want to get beaten, just walk faster."

He cursed a lot, but his hands were quite strong.

When the water and fire stick hit the old farmer's back, a muffled sound could be heard.

The old farmer staggered due to the beating and almost fell to the ground. A look of pain flashed on his tanned and wrinkled face, and he could only speed up his pace.

The other officers followed suit, waving their weapons and greeting those who walked slowly, not treating them as human beings at all.

"Too bullying."

Shen Ruoyan gritted her silver teeth and could no longer suppress her anger.

"Miss Shen, please don't do anything. The Immortal Sect has rules and you are not allowed to interfere in mortal affairs."

Monk Wanfu couldn't bear to see it, but the immortal sect had regulations, so he had no choice.

Moreover, they are all immortal cultivators. This move, made by mortals here, may hurt innocent people and cause greater impact.

"I'm not a member of the Seven Immortal Sects, so why should I abide by the broken rules you set?"

Shen Ruoyan was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, and she ignored her pretended gentleness and said in a cold voice: "Can we just watch and do nothing?"

As a member of the devil's path, she was also born in a humble mortal world and could not bear to see mortals being bullied.

"That's not what I meant, little monk."

Monk Wanfu hurriedly explained: "Miss Shen, you have saved this group of people, but what about the other poor mortals who have experienced this? What should they do? If you want to solve this problem, you have to solve it from the source. Show off your courage for a moment, It’s better to calm down and make sure everything is safe.”

Chen Zun spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse: "What Monk Wanfu said makes sense, don't rush it, let's take a look first before talking."

Seeing this, Shen Ruoyan could only give up.

Their conversation was carried out secretly, and others naturally had no idea what they were talking about.

After about half a cup of tea, the team escorting Ding Yi finally saw the end.

Behind the team were some family members and children who had been following.

They were crying and calling the names of their fathers, husbands, and sons, looking miserable and pitiful.

As long as they come forward a little bit, they will be whipped by the officer on horseback with a few sticks.

"Dad, when will you come back?"

A little girl fell with a bruised nose and face, got up again, continued to cry, and shouted at the man at the end of the team whose hands were tied with a hemp rope.

The man was a middle-aged man who looked rather dull. When he heard his daughter's cry, he turned his head, his dull face full of surprise.

But he couldn't leave the team, so he could only watch and shout: "Big girl, stop chasing her. Your mother's health is not good. Your younger brothers and sisters need your care. Go back quickly."

"I won't go back." The little girl cried and replied.

"Be obedient. Daddy can go back after completing his hard labor. Your mother is not in good health. You have to take good care of her."

The thin black man thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "If dad doesn't come back within five years, I'll let your mother take you and remarry."

An official looked impatient and slapped the thin, dark middle-aged man with his iron ruler.

"As long as you talk a lot, go your own way."

"Stop hitting my daddy."

The little girl could only watch helplessly as her father was beaten until his teeth grimaced, but she had no choice but to stand there and cry loudly.

She chased for a long distance, and her little body could no longer support it.

Suddenly, her body swayed and she fainted in the middle of the road.

Not caring that the little girl was extremely dirty, Chen Zun hurriedly picked her up, explored her with his hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only exhaustion from hunger and excitement that led to coma.

In just such a short while, the team escorting Ku Ding had already gone away. The dark and thin middle-aged man looked back from time to time, but walked further and further away until he disappeared in front of the official road.

Only then did other passers-by dare to return to the official road, looking at the family members who were chasing after them in despair, with expressions of sorrow.

Everyone gathered around, took a look, then shook their heads and left.

In this world, it is difficult to protect oneself, so how can one care about other people's business?

Monk Wanfu stretched out his hand and gave the little girl a trace of true energy.

The little girl who had fallen asleep slightly fluttered her eyelashes, then opened her eyes, saw Chen Zun, and said weakly: "Uncle, can you save my daddy?"