Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 445 Ghostly Whispers

The discovery of such a thing naturally caused widespread panic.

City Lord Fu Xian's expression was solemn. He carefully examined the stone tablet and found a poem on the back of it.

This poem lists a series of people who deserve to die: those who are unfilial, unkind, unjust, and untrustworthy... all those who wreak havoc on the world should be eliminated to appease the wrath of Heaven.

Fu Xian was a decisive and courageous person. After a moment's thought, he made up his mind.

He immediately raised his voice and said:

"This is a warning from Heaven, a blessing upon the people of my city!"

"The reason why Heaven sends down cold disasters and punishes the world is because of the misdeeds of wicked people, which have angered Heaven. Only by following Heaven's will and eliminating the traitors of this chaotic world can we enjoy lasting peace!"

"The people of my city are all good people, which is why we carved this stone tablet. This is Heaven's instruction to us. As long as we act in accordance with Heaven's will, blessings will surely come our way!"

Fu Xian was eloquent and persuasive.

In addition, his past prestige finally calmed the crowd and made the people of the city believe that they were the ones favored by heaven.

but……

"Lord, who are these people in this chaotic world? If they are truly wicked and evil, how can our meager strength possibly contend with their henchmen!"

Fu Xian was prepared, and he calmly said:

"My sister, Fu Ji, is the bravest person in the world. With her long spear in hand, she will surely be able to take the heads of these seven most wicked people and appease the wrath of the heavens."

In the original history, Zhang Xianzhong acted under the guise of divine will, and what he wanted was not just the lives of seven people, but anyone who could be killed.

However, when Zhu Wuyao was writing this story, he created the "Seven Great Villains" to enhance the narrative.

The details of how Fu Xian persuaded Fu Ji and how the people of the city invited Fu Ji to come out of seclusion are all described in detail.

Judging from the talisman alone, it truly lives up to its reputation.

She rode through Hengcheng—

Here, there lived the most unfilial man in the world. In the dead of winter, a man named Gou Dong built a "pagoda" of red bricks on the mountain, driving his parents up there. He would bring them a delicious meal and fill the pagoda with a red brick. Before the pagoda could be sealed, the old man froze to death in the deep mountains, his body hunched over and curled up. But Gou Dong stubbornly refused to admit it and had a noble title to save his life. Human laws could not do anything to him.

Fu Ji, alone, stormed into the vermilion gate of the Marquis's mansion, beheaded him, and hung his head on his horse.

Then it turned west and headed towards the Western Continent.

Here, you'll find the most heartless people in the world.

The notorious villain, Situ Yue, massacred tens of thousands of prisoners and set fire to the city, leaving no one alive, young or old. Yet, she was protected by the emperor and granted merit, living peacefully to the age of forty-three, with no vengeful spirits coming to claim her life.

Fu Ji lay in wait in the deep mountains for seven days. Situ Yue, showing off his bravery, wanted to shoot a black bear in the mountains and entered the forest alone. When he drew his bow, Fu Ji took his life.

Eastward to Qingxuan City, there lives a most cunning strategist in seclusion.

Wang Pang, fearing the great talent of his fellow disciple and the glories of his own being overshadowed, devised a plan to have the monarch gouge out his fellow disciple's eyes, rendering him a cripple and leaving Wang Pang alone as the emperor's strategist, enjoying boundless glory.

He was perceptive and, seeing the deaths of the two men ahead, sensed an impending crisis and set up an ambush beforehand.

Fu Jixing was wounded and faced danger repeatedly. She finally stood in front of Wang Pang, whose mouth was opening and closing as if he was saying something.

However, Fu Ji was deaf and mute.

If it were someone you knew well, you could barely decipher their words from their lip movements, but unfortunately, this place is very far away—

They were speaking in a dialect.

The two were unable to communicate, and Fu Ji had no way of knowing whether they were trying to explain or beg for mercy.

After killing Wang Pang, Fu Ji rested for half a month due to his injuries before riding down to Yongzhou.

For some reason, Yongzhou, which should have been a place of singing and dancing and decadence, was now a place where every household kept their doors tightly shut, and even the occasional passerby looked tense and afraid of outsiders.

This unwise person is indeed foolish.

Fu Ji never expected that this trip would be so easy; she found the woman named Aru with ease.

Aru didn't run away; his eyes were crying, but his mouth was turned up.

Fu Ji was deaf and couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing, but she inexplicably sensed something was off—Aru seemed to be mocking her.

She seemed to be being mocked by a fool.

Fu Ji was somewhat shaken.

But she is deaf and mute, unable to hear or ask questions, and her will is unwavering; she is never swayed by external things.

With a flick of the red-tasseled spear, another life was taken.

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Upon reading this, Elder Qian felt inexplicably uneasy and somewhat frightened.

Fu Ji was a man of unwavering determination and perseverance. Despite being deaf and mute, he was not swayed by external factors. Once he set his mind on something, he would overcome all difficulties and dangers to accomplish it. He valued righteousness and kept his promises, displaying the spirit of a hero.

But the story begins absurdly.

A stone tablet caused panic and fear among the crowd, who worried that it would bring divine retribution.

To stabilize public morale, Fu Xian, together with the others, asked Fu Ji to take action and eliminate the seven villains in order to quell the panic.

Whether it was Fu Xian's words or the advice of the crowd, they were all reasonable and well-founded. Fu Ji was fearless and willing to sacrifice his life to eliminate evil and cleanse the atmosphere in order to quell the "wrath of heaven".

Each and every one of these events is both logical and reasonable, yet also absurd and unbelievable.

As bystanders, not only Elder Qian, but also the readers holding their books felt as if they were watching a farce.

I felt inexplicably uneasy.

It was as if ghostly whispers were in my ear, chattering incessantly, one speaking and the other echoing, disturbing my peace of mind.

Elder Qian paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled softly.

This is clearly a matter of the martial arts world, and Fu Ji's actions are clearly full of heroic spirit, but when it comes to You Daoshi's writing, there are countless inexplicable and strange things about it.

Finally, all these subtle "hints" come together and begin to slowly flow through people's hearts, creating a sense of urgency that is like an undercurrent.

This is a clever trick; isn't it just a deliberate attempt to create mystery?

Not only was Elder Qian pondering Youdao's thoughts, but Zhu Wuji's senior brother, Han Ge, was also reading this book, "The Seven Killings Stele."

Before even opening the book, he had a feeling that it was probably a story full of murderous intent.

As expected.

This writing style, in particular, features a series of events that come one after another, with the scene changing abruptly after the last villain commits murder, keeping the reader on the edge of their seat and making it exceptionally enjoyable to read.

Han Ge's heart raced. He didn't have Elder Qian's literary cultivation, but he was emotionally stirred by the seemingly deliberate and fast-paced writing style.

They're not the only ones watching.

In a restaurant far away, the "Silent Taoist Priest" was also watching.

Whether A-Yao agrees or not, in any case, "Master Wuyan" claims to be a confidant of the Way, scattered across the world.

She slowly raised her hand and covered her chest.

That deadly chill dissipated in her past suicide, but the old ailment, even if it were to heal in the future, would always leave some traces, and she would always feel discomfort in her chest.

Especially when flipping through a book of witty sayings.

She seemed to hear the voices that A-Yao had heard: truth, lies, deception, seduction, flattery, resentment, sarcasm...

The surrounding noise was so loud that it could drown you out.

So I had no choice but to cover my ears, refuse to listen or argue, and once I had chosen a direction—

To continue on without distinguishing right from wrong, without knowing what is true or false, and without considering what is right or wrong.