They even followed the gust of gloomy wind and looked toward that small town.

Boundless anger began to surge through their minds, fists started to clench, some gritted their teeth and picked up things at their sides.

An Old Sorghum's smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then he bowed again toward Xinshan, his voice was like a chant or a lament, carrying a desolate tone that ghostly gods dared not approach:

"Heaven is divine, Earth is divine."

"Heaven and Earth testify my diligent farming, yet not a single grain to offer my parents, I ask Heaven and Earth here, should I be the mouse or the man?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"..."

Three consecutive rituals, three incense-burnings, for the people of this place, eyes opened thrice.

Roaring gloomy wind, layer by layer, blew from the mountain, swept through the eyes of the people at the foot of the mountain, showing them the karmic causes in the nether world, revealing why the Purple Qi in this land has dissipated, and why no grain grows in the fields, making them see where their strength has depleted.

The wind grew fiercer, not only blowing across these people, but also towards distant places, into the Fuyao King's military tents, reaching Mingzhou, and even further afield.

Thus, as once in the domain of Prince Changping, the four provinces became furious, the incense of Xinshan in this place reddened the eyes of countless people, as if for the first time, they saw clearly the various aspects of the world.

Once the killing ordeal commenced, it was already unstoppable, but the Reincarnator seemed to have long understood that it was not difficult to stir up a killing ordeal, the challenge lay in making the world understand the cause of its rise.

Even though in various places, surplus armies under the banner of King of Mingzhou had appeared, yet for many people, the idea of taking grain still carried a sense of guilt within.

They didn't even have the concept of "taking" in their hearts.

They didn't want to starve, but they always felt that the grain belonged to others, to the noble families, the nobles, to take the grain was a great disrespect, and because of this guilt, the trick door's method of transforming into mice spread instantly.

Having committed a crime, transforming into beasts to repay, it also seemed reasonable.

Explaining these principles was originally very difficult.

Yet in this world, there is indeed a way to enlighten, worldly beasts and livestock, once stained by Tai Sui, may become enlightened and turn into evil spirits.

And before Double Steamed Wine arrived in this small town, it had already decided to use Magic, using the method of enlightenment, to open the eyes of the people here, effectively using a crude method to directly implant this principle into everyone's hearts.

Once the principle enters the heart, clarity follows before the eyes.

There were no grain thieves as mice, all the rights and wrongs were merely tricks of the noble old masters.

"Let's go!"

Old Sorghum, having bowed, stood up, holding three incense sticks, leading the way forward, soon there were more and more people following behind, seeking the black hand that snatched their grain.

The land lay silent, Fuyao King's army stationed everywhere, yet Old Sorghum, leading the way with incense wafting, crossed mountains, traversed rivers, impossibly cut through the heavy blockade of Fuyao King's army, directly heading towards the small town where the trick door was located.

"Dad, how could this be?"

In the small town, clearly no intense duel had just occurred, and now those who rushed into the town, in Magic, were not necessarily much stronger than the Zhao Family individuals.

But Zhao Sanyi suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, looking outside the small town, there seemed to be shadows, pressure surged like a tide.

He didn't understand its meaning, could only ask hesitantly.

And the Zhao Family Master, facing those who rushed into the town, especially those who had not yet reached it, but were already under the guidance of incense, coming to find the "black hand," only felt extreme fatigue in his heart.

He said softly, "It is us jianghu people's patrons, coming... to ask for their debts!"