Anle County was the most severely affected county in Lingzhou. Most of the people in the county fled, and the rest were either hiding in the city or becoming refugees.

And Luo Cao was sweeping around for the bandits.

At a glance, the entire Anle County was filled with deathly silence.

Even the county town is half empty, let alone the counties below.

The porridge shed set up outside the city only serves one meal of gruel every day, which is also mixed with a large amount of bran and sand, and most people can't get enough of it.

As soon as Liu Yuanfeng, the governor of Anle County, returned, the servants behind him brought back what happened at the governor's office.

Liu Yuanfeng, who was behind the county government office, burst out laughing when he heard the news.

"Good! Good death, good killing."

"Under the rule of these well-dressed beasts, the common people have eaten all the turf and begun to exchange their children for food."

"How dare they have the nerve to celebrate their birthdays? They even openly shared the disaster relief funds of the corrupt Mo court at the governor's office."

Liu Yuanfeng sat down and slapped the paperweight on the table so hard that it jumped up.

Jun Cheng also happened to be sitting next to him, shaking his head and sighing: "But this still doesn't solve the problem. How can we provide disaster relief without food?"

Liu Yuanfeng's face turned completely cold: "I heard from Xu Xuanming that the relief grains sent by the court were not delivered at all. The grain trucks and grain depots were all empty. This matter is definitely not that simple."

"I am ready."

Liu Yuanfeng sorted out the memorials and letters on the table.

"This memorial was sent to the imperial court, and at the same time there were two letters, one to Zhou Shangshu and one to the imperial censor."

"If I, Liu Yuanfeng, don't believe in me, Da Zhou, then there will be no justice."

Jun Cheng nodded: "That's all."

At night, Liu Yuanfeng lit a candle and sat in front of the lamp, unable to fall asleep.

He wanted to write something, but what he wanted to write during the day had already been written in memorials and letters. As for what happened next, it was no longer something that he, the county governor, could interfere with.

"Alas!" He threw down the pen and sighed deeply.

Perhaps he himself knew that even if these memorials really reached heaven and caused turmoil in the court, it would be too late.

"What's the difference between me and those people? In the end, all I can do is sit back and watch people starve to death in the fields and live in purgatory on earth."

Watching the lights flickering, his thoughts went back and forth, and finally Liu Yuanfeng fell asleep directly on the table.

In a daze, I came to a dark place where no sunlight could be seen.

Liu Yuanfeng found himself standing on an extremely desolate land, with a howling black wind in the sky and mist everywhere.

"Where is this?"

Liu Yuanfeng walked forward, and suddenly a voice came from behind.

"Crash!"

"Crash!"

That was the sound of chains dragging across the ground, not just one or two, but a group.

Liu Yuanfeng panicked and hid under a sand dune.

As the sound of chains got closer and closer, chaotic footsteps sounded.

I saw a group of shackled prisoners slowly walking out of the mist.

The one at the head was an evil ghost who looked extremely scary. His body was torn apart and looked like he had been pieced together. He felt vaguely familiar. Take a closer look at his eyes.

"Xu Xuanming?" Liu Yuanfeng was so horrified that he almost called out his name, and then quickly covered his mouth, not even daring to breathe out.

Looking further back, many of these people are familiar.

The person in the middle was none other than Qian Wen, the Shangguan governor of Lingzhou whom he had just met during the day.

"Xu Xuanming? Qian Governor? Aren't they both dead?" Liu Yuanfeng looked at the sky and the scene again, but he still didn't understand. He might be in the underworld.

Sure enough, as the prisoners walked out one by one, the one walking at the back was a ghost servant wearing a white ghost robe.

From time to time, he would wave his whip and hit the evil ghost prisoners, causing the evil ghosts to emit extremely miserable wails.

And the vicious aura emitted by the ghost and god passing by made Liu Yuanfeng feel that his head was frozen into a big piece, and his body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

It wasn't until these people gradually disappeared that Liu Yuanfeng dared to come out.

He was so frightened that he ran all the way and couldn't tell the direction. He only knew that he wanted to escape from where the ghost and god were.

As a result, when he came back to his senses, he found that he had passed through the fog and was standing in front of a huge river with no visible edge.

Liu Yuanfeng's mouth was dry and he just wanted to drink some water.

When I lowered my head, I saw thousands of people following the waves in the river.

They were struggling and shouting in it, and there were countless ferocious evil spirits with their eyes open under the water.

Liu Yuanfeng immediately collapsed to the ground. When he looked again, he saw one of the faces crossing the river, which he happened to recognize.

"Are these all the people under my rule?"

Countless innocent souls rolled past in the water, with faces passing by. Liu Yuanfeng felt chills running down his body and his whole body was twitching constantly.

Even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, the scene in front of him did not make him feel as scary and intimidating.

"No! No! This is not my fault!"

"There is nothing I can do! There is nothing I can do!" Liu Yuanfeng rolled and crawled, trying to escape from here.

But after running away for a few steps, he stopped again.

Like a zombie, he crawled back and knelt in front of the river.

At this moment, tears were streaming down my face.

"It's me, the county guard, who can't stand you! It's me, Liu Yuanfeng, who can't stand you!"

At this moment, the dark sky of the Yinshi world suddenly cracked open, endless light fell, and a palm that caught the stars and held the moon came down, covering the invisible Wangchuan River.

Liu Yuanfeng only felt that he was rising upwards with the light and reappeared, already standing on the city wall of Anle County.

Under the sheds and wall bases built under the city wall, a large number of victims were huddled and lying against the wall. I don’t know how many people could not sleep like this.

The immortal sleeping on the cloud stretched lazily, woke up from his sleep in the underworld, and the cloud head slowly descended.

His cold eyes looked down and fell on Liu Yuanfeng, the governor of Anle County who was trembling all over.

A biting cold wind blew by, and a bone-chilling chill invaded Liu Yuanfeng's body.

"Cold?"

Liu Yuanfeng could only nod his head at the moment.

The immortal looked across the vast land of Anle County and said leisurely.

"The people under your rule are even colder."

One sentence immediately made Liu Yuanfeng feel like he was struck by lightning.

I don’t know if this immortal is talking about the people who are still suffering from the disaster in Anle County, or the lonely ghosts in the Wangchuan River.

Liu Yuanfeng knelt on the ground and closed his eyes.

No longer thinking of any excuses, he shouted with a cry in his voice: "Thousands of mistakes have been made, and they are all my fault as the county guard."

The immortal did not answer, but looked at the people under the city wall, with a pair of eyes showing compassion.

"Tomorrow at noon, the granary will be filled with rice and grain."

"Liu Yuanfeng will spare no effort and go all out to rescue the people affected by the disaster. If he violates this oath, the immortal will cast Liu Yuanfeng into the eighteenth level of hell. Liu Yuanfeng accepts this punishment willingly."

Liu Yuanfeng even used too much force and his fingernails scratched traces on the masonry.

When I raised my head again, there were only clouds filling the sky above my head.

He stood up and looked around at the sky. There were many houses and pavilions in the city, and there were thousands of miles of rivers and mountains outside the city. He could no longer find the elusive fairy trace.

The cold wind above the city made Liu Yuanfeng's thin shirt rustle.

"What am I?"

"Have you really gone to the underworld?"

Looking down at the traces scratched by his fingers, he recalled the lonely ghosts rolling by in the River of Forgetfulness.

"Whether it's true or not, as a county official and the people's God, I cannot just sit back and watch the people fall into misery and ignore it."

"Otherwise, falling into the eighteenth level of hell in the future will be the fate I deserve."

Looking back, I saw the sun rising slowly.

Dispel thousands of miles of darkness.
Chapter completed!