Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 439: Exposing the Conspiracy

Ye Yingzhou and Li Zeng, who were mixed in the ranks of ministers, showed their superb acting skills at this moment.

They followed the crowd in shouting "Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!" Their voices were loud and sincere, as if they were more loyal than anyone else.

The movement of the body, however, is another matter entirely.

Ye Yingzhou was agile and nimble, weaving through the crowd like a fish. He seemed eager to rush to the platform, but in fact he skillfully used his elbows and shoulders to "inadvertently" knock away and trip up several officials who really wanted to protect the emperor.

Li Zhe was more direct. His burly body was the best roadblock. He shouted "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I want to protect the emperor!", but his huge body was "clearing" a path in the crowd like a bulldozer. People and horses fell wherever he passed, and the road to the platform was blocked even more tightly.

One of them is agile and the other is strong, they work together in perfect harmony, they express their loyalty to each other but their actions are adding fuel to the chaos.

The scene was already in chaos, so the emperor could drink while the wine was hot.

"Brother!"

Wu Feipeng, Tang He, Yan Zhaoming and others also struggled to move against the crowd in panic. They called out to Lu Wensheng, and the crowded and pushing crowd seemed unable to stop their determination to reunite.

Several people finally gathered around Lu Wensheng, and Duan Jiashu and Yan Zhaoming quickly untied and threw away the coarse hemp rope that was still wrapped around him.

After his body restraints were released, Lu Wensheng moved his arms and knees which were numb from being restrained, and looked at the familiar and concerned faces in front of him - a strong sense of warmth and strength inexplicably surged in his heart.

Lu Wensheng asked, "Where are Wei Xun and the others?"

"It is said that there is a difficult imperial master in the palace. Wei Xun and his men will sneak into the palace during the chaos to see if they can find any key clues!"

Lu Wensheng was about to say something else when a deafening bang suddenly exploded!

“Boom—crash!!!”

A turbid, huge wave carrying a terrifying force, like a sleeping dragon that was completely enraged, slammed into the shore, and the temporarily reinforced wooden guardrails were instantly shattered like fragile matchsticks!

The cold, smelly river water mixed with broken wood chips, stones, and silt poured down on the people near the riverbank like a rainstorm.

This sudden wrath, as if coming from the river god himself, instantly plunged the originally noisy and chaotic scene into deathly silence!

The fear and memories that were engraved into the bones and came from the depths of the soul were like cold poisonous snakes, instantly entwining everyone's heart. The people who were pushing, screaming, and running away just now were instantly frozen in place as if they were cast under a spell, with all the blood drained from their faces, leaving only endless fear and confusion.

Whether it was the panicked officials or the people watching in horror from afar, their bodies froze at this moment.

Wei Liang was dragged out from under the overturned throne by the guards. His dragon robe was torn, his crown was askew, his face was covered with dirt and water stains, and he was still in shock.

He barely stood up with the help of the guards. His crown was gone, his hair was disheveled, and his dragon robe was stained with mud and water. He looked in a disheveled state.

He was breathing heavily, his cloudy eyes filled with the horror of surviving a disaster, and the fear of the rushing river that penetrated deep into his bones.

He almost used his hands and feet to crawl to the edge of the platform. Extreme fear and twisted anger made him completely lose his mind. He pointed at Lu Wensheng and others who were surrounded by their companions below, and roared at the people who were frozen in fear with a trembling voice. His voice was so sharp that it almost broke:

"Did you see that?! The God of the River is angry! It's all their fault! It's all these monsters who caused this disaster! Do you want to die again?! Quick! Quickly throw all these people into the river! Sacrifice their lives to the God of the River! Ask the God of the River to calm down! At this point, either they die, or all of us die together! We all have to die!!"

Once these words were spoken, it was like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan!

The crowd exploded instantly!

Some people had confused eyes, frightened by the emperor's roar and the threat of the huge waves, and subconsciously looked at Lu Wensheng and others; some people showed deeper fear on their faces, their bodies trembled, and they didn't know what to do.

There were also high-ranking officials who knew the inside story of the formation and relied on the formation to maintain their own "wealth and honor". Their faces were instantly filled with fierceness, and they stared at Lu Wensheng and his group with sinister eyes, ready to make a move.

Several important officials around Wei Liang exchanged fierce glances, obviously agreeing with the emperor's statement that Lu Wensheng and others should be used as sacrifices to quell the "river anger."

"Get 'em!"

"Throw it down! Throw it down quickly!"

"For Xiangsheng City! For our lives!"

Several officials who were blinded by fear and interests roared and took the lead in responding, trying to incite the soldiers and the surrounding people who were dominated by fear.

The soldiers looked at each other, and some of them tightened their weapons again under the rebuke of their superiors. Their eyes became fierce, and they once again surrounded Lu Wensheng and others, but their steps were more hesitant and came from an instinctive fear of the river.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!"

At this critical moment, Ye Yingzhou's clear voice with the sound of metal and stone pierced through the noisy waves and the emperor's roar.

He took a step forward, his eyes sweeping across the fierce-looking officials and wavering soldiers like lightning.

"This formation has been in operation until now, with no sign of external spiritual energy flowing, nor any other source of energy supply! Have you ever thought about where the tremendous energy that supports this huge illusion and maintains your illusion of 'resurrection from the dead' comes from?!"

His question was like thunder, going straight to the core, instantly causing some people with fierce looks to freeze in their movements, with a barely perceptible flash of doubt on their faces.

Ye Yingzhou was quite accomplished in formation. Although he did not know the basics of how Min Xiao's formation worked, after several attempts and Min Xiao's sinister style of doing things, he had some guesses.

"It is to extract the remaining soul power of your own body! Extract the power of the thousands of wronged souls who died tragically in the Zhuolang River and are still imprisoned and unable to reincarnate! It's like a waterwheel squeezing oil, and the firewood is removed from under the cauldron! Every day it lasts, your remaining soul power will be squeezed a little more! Until the oil is completely exhausted and the soul is scattered! Do you really think you can live forever in this false "wealth"? This is nothing but drinking poison to quench thirst, and it will slowly die!"

No matter whether it is true or not, let's first teach these people a lesson - a hint of cunning flashed across Ye Yingzhou's eyes, but he didn't know that he was actually right.

Ye Yingzhou's words were like a thunder, exploding on the silent riverside!

The soldiers who were originally overwhelmed by fear and incitement and were ready to take action suddenly stopped, with great surprise and hesitation showing on their faces.

Among the crowd of people who were hiding in groups outside and who did not leave despite being terrified, an uncontrollable commotion finally broke out.

There were whispers, suppressed sobs, and exclamations of disbelief mixed together.