Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

There was silence.

In front of me is the true Shura Hell.

This kind of bloody and miserable scene should be placed in broad daylight, let the lazy but bright light of the afternoon shine.

When people see it, they feel scared and feel like they are having a nightmare.

This is probably a subconscious self-protection mechanism.

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin and his classmates discussed a massacre committed by the Japanese.

The classmates asked why they didn’t resist, since there were so many people. If it were him, he would definitely resist, and he would die anyway.

Anyone who can create art knows how to pay attention to details.

Zhao Chuanxin made a guess at that time: "If you were at the scene, death is not the most terrifying thing. The real terror is the fear of knowing your next death and the physical destruction. Unless you can guarantee, resistance = immediate death."

For example, at this time, there were many people who were not completely dead, especially those who were shot by shotguns. Their bodies were riddled with holes, their faces were beaten into mosaics, their elbows were hanging, and a large piece of their thighs were shaved off...

Humans are empathic animals. When people on the ground hold their broken bodies, they howl in horror and disbelief in fear and pain.

When others see it, they will immediately feel the same way.

Today, Zhao Chuanxin gave them a war lesson.

Teach them to recognize the difference between a battlefield and a fight in the world.

Li Zhitao was okay, after all, he had experienced a brutal battle in the Jiandao area.

But the rest of the judges even share the same feelings as those in the hall.

They thought about it, what would they do if it was them who were lying on the ground one day?

I'm afraid only Zhao Chuanxin in the audience could handle it calmly after going through countless battles.

"No one has the courage anymore?" Zhao Chuanxin looked around, came to a hall leader, and looked directly into his eyes.

The hall master could no longer withstand the huge fear. When Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him, his eyes turned white and he fainted.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin didn't expect this.

He knelt down, took out a small mirror, and placed it under the man's nostrils.

People around found that the hall master had run out of energy.

I am...

He was frightened to death by Zhao Chuanxin's look!

Several of the hall master's servants burst into tears.

Not sad, but scared.

too much stress!

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at them and finally came to Hei Guren.

Hei Guren could no longer maintain the dignity and reserve of his old man: "Master Zhao, I was wrong. You have a lot of people, please let us go. I was really wrong. As long as you are willing, I will give up my seat." …”

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked Hei Guren to the ground: "What the hell are you thinking of? Do you think Zhao is a rag picker? He scratches everything?"

Hei Guren simply got up from the ground, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Zhao Chuanxin several times, until his forehead was bruised.

He was really scared.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Do you own this opium restaurant?"

Hei Guren grabbed the ground with his head: "Yes, if Master Zhao wants it, he can take it away at any time."

"You still don't understand Zhao. Zhao hates the great powers that oppress the Chinese, and he hates the rebels and traitors who oppress and harm our compatriots. You are the second type."

After all, people's positions are different. Hei Guren had only thought about interests before, but he didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about interests at all.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "If I asked you to close all the opium dens, would you be willing?"

"If you are willing, I will go through fire and water without hesitation..."

Hei Guren didn't hesitate.

Now even if Zhao Chuanxin asked him to crawl on the ground like a dog, he would obey without hesitation.

Zhao Chuanxin hummed twice: "Get up."

Hei Guren climbed up smoothly, but his hands and feet were a little weak, and he staggered and almost fell down for the second time.

"Master Zhao, if you have anything to do, just ask me."

Looking at the elderly Hei Guren, Zhao Chuanxin blew a puff of cigar smoke on his face, and Hei Guren didn't even dare to hide.

"I want you to not only close your own opium den, but also to manage all the unscrupulous businesses in Hong Kong, including Brother Jack and the others who abduct women. If you are unable to do so, report it to the adjudication panel and they will take action for you. .can you do it?"

"Yes!" Hei Guren replied decisively.

"If merchants like Feng Huachuan obstruct it, or even Governor Lu Yat, what will you do?"

"I..." Hei Guren wanted to say that he would fall out with them, but this was obviously nonsense. He didn't even dare to promise something he couldn't do in front of Zhao Chuanxin. "Master Zhao, I can offend them, but there is nothing I can do against them."

"If it's Feng Huachuan who blocks it, go to the adjudication panel, and Taotao will deal with him. If it's Governor Luad, tell Luad that this is my idea. If he still doesn't agree, let him wash his neck at home and wait for me. Go chop it. Understand?”

"I understand, I completely understand."

Although the adjudication panel is strong, its number is too small.

If you want to manage the entire Hong Kong Island, you still need the help of these ghosts and monsters.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his fingers towards the other end of the alley, turned around and made a driving movement towards Li Zhitao.

The people on both sides of the alley immediately retreated and opened the passage.

It was clear that the sky was clear, but everyone present felt that the clouds had really cleared up at this time.

They felt a sense of joy at being reborn.

It's good to be alive!

Before leaving, Zhao Chuanxin took another look at Hei Guren who was kneeling on the ground: "Remember what you said today. Next time Zhao comes, he will see that there is no such evil act in Hong Kong. If he can't do it, next time I'll wash you and your words with blood!"

Hei Guren shuddered: "I will definitely do it!"

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking and walked out of the alley with Li Zhitao and others.

After Zhao Chuanxin had already ridden a long way away, the people in the alley still didn't dare to move.

A gust of wind blew, the salty and wet sea breeze could not dissipate the smell of blood in the alley.

"Sit, sit down..."

Hei Guren raised his head blankly, looked at the hall master who made the noise, and then looked at the hell-like miserable scene around him. The blood had gathered into a stream, flowed to his knees, and soaked his robe.

Hei Guren struggled to get up: "Do you... have any objections?"

"No, no objection."

"I'll listen to you, ah no, I'll listen to Master Zhao."

Hei Guren nodded: "From now on, stop all those unscrupulous businesses."

Someone hesitated for a moment, looked at the entrance of the alley first, and then asked cautiously: "Sit in the restaurant, what will we do for a living in the future?"

Hei Guren sighed: "Carrying bags, working as a coolie, whatever you do, you won't starve to death."

"Sit down, since Master Zhao won't let us do it, why don't we ask him for mercy and do some serious business like those who joined the Xuantian Sect?"

If you were going to ask for help, of course it would be Hei Guren.

However, at this time, he was extremely afraid of everything related to Zhao Chuanxin, and he was really unwilling to go to Xuantian Sect.

However, looking at the hopeful eyes around him, he suddenly felt Alexander.