In a bloody and cruel dungeon, the elder girl and the younger daughter-in-law were beaten to death and screamed in horror.

In a stinky cave, one after another, pale, half-rotten corpses were exposed to the golden light.

Lu Qian's soul swept over him, and he gritted his teeth and said coldly: "There are 79,644 female corpses underground, and 3,545 imprisoned women... I, the Buddha... cannot be compassionate.

Kill all these bastards from the Bing Department!"

Lu Qian turned around and glanced in the direction of the palace.

Well, Lord Qingyun... these women who were robbed also have a share of your contribution!

But... Lu Qian thought about what Lord Qingyun had done, and he slightly forgiven him in his heart.

On the second day, it was just dawn.

In Xiyun City, countless people beat gongs and drums, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly.

In Xiyun City, the disaster has been cleared away, and the people are shouting like a tsunami, "The longevity of the national master is boundless"!
Chapter completed!