“Fairness, fairness!”

The situation was already incomprehensible. Zhong Benyi, the Tianming General (General of Heavenly Mandate), a man of such status, was willingly kneeling before the Zhensuifu (Demon Suppression Bureau).

Clearly, it was the moment of his execution, but not only was he unafraid, he even laughed loudly, "In my journey from Guan Province to Ming Province, nothing I have encountered has been more fair than this matter!"

As he spoke, he reached out and tore his clothes, ripping off a piece. Then, he bit his finger, and with blood dripping, he wrote a petition. He presented it with both hands, and Hu Ma raised his hand to accept it.

He said grimly, "I promise you before the world, the disaster in Guan Province, whether it was caused by people, ghosts, demons, gods, or anything else, as long as the Zhensuifu exists, we will seek justice for you!"

The Tianming General merely nodded repeatedly, as if he had forgotten how to respond.

Seeing him kneeling before the Zhensuifu, the group of hungry ghosts behind him, who had long since come to life, finally reacted. Their minds were simple, their knowledge limited. They didn't even know why the Tianming General was kneeling, but they hurriedly kowtowed along with him.

"Brothers, neighbors, remember the words of the Zhensuifu. We must acknowledge our sins. Those spirits have been watching us, waiting to see when we can atone for our crimes. Now is the time for us to repay them."

"If this death is not enough, we will transform into Yin Soldiers (ghost soldiers) and continue to repay. If our grievances can be redressed, we will clear our debts and leave with a clear conscience."

"If no one redresses our grievances, we will fight our way out of hell and return to this world to demand justice!"

His words were powerful and resonant, filled with hatred and unwillingness, but one had to admit, they carried some weight.

And those hungry ghosts, crying and laughing, their expressions manic, nodded repeatedly. Their cries rose, but one couldn't hear any sadness. There was laughter too, but no joy could be discerned.

But they knelt down with the Tianming General, and even if they heard the word "death," they simply kowtowed along, seeming to accept his words.

"Kill me!"

The Tianming General took another step forward, tore open his collar, faced the Zhensuifu, and said to Hu Ma with a clear conscience, "Come and cut off my head, and take me to seek this justice!"

"You are a living person. The Zhensuifu's blade does not kill the living."

Hu Ma nodded to him, then suddenly turned to Yang Gong, the Baoliang General (Grain Protecting General) by the altar, and shouted, "Baoliang General, lend me your blade, and lend me your men. Since you are the Baoliang General, these grain-stealing hungry ghosts should be executed by you."

"Lend it to you."

Yang Gong heard the Tianming General's complaints and unwillingness, and he heard the Zhensuifu accept his petition. No one knew what impact these scenes had on him. At this moment, he simply agreed loudly and stepped forward.

Zhong Benyi turned around, facing south, towards the mountain villagers whose grain he had once seized. He didn't offer words of apology, but his kneeling was willing. Then he lowered his head, exposing his neck.

And beside Ming Province city, the hungry ghosts, surrounded by layers of Baoliang soldiers, also lowered their heads, their foreheads touching the ground, a vast ocean of silence.

"Not so fast!"

But at this instant, Hu Ma suddenly hesitated, speaking from behind the altar, stopping Yang Gong, who was raising his blade.

In an instant, Yang Gong, the Meng family's young master beside him, the Baoliang soldiers, and even the Tianming General and the hungry ghosts, all turned to look at him. For a long time, no one spoke, their eyes seeming to question him.

Hu Ma sighed softly and said, "Let them have a full meal before they go on their way!"

Yang Gong was stunned, then immediately waved his hand, ordering people to prepare. The Tianming General Zhong Benyi, however, was suddenly dazed. His lips trembled, and he stared intently at the figure on the Zhensuifu, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, he only gave a wry smile.

Shaking his head, he acquiesced to the arrangements of the person on the altar, seemingly deliberately trying to appear more relaxed, saying to Yang Gong beside him, "Brother, is your blade sharp?"

Yang Gong raised the treasured blade in his hand, revealing its gleaming edge, and said, "This blade was given to me by a brother of mine. He also saved my life. He told me to remember where I came from, so I know who the person I should kill is."

"Because I know who to kill, I never hesitate when I draw my blade, so this blade is particularly fast, and it kills without drawing blood."

"..."

"My blood is unclean, it's best not to get any on you."

Zhong Benyi said, glancing sideways at Yang Gong, then suddenly whispered, "You are also a good man, it's just a pity I was born in Guan Province. If I had been born in a place like Ming Province, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much worse than you."

"You envy me?"

Hearing his words, Yang Gong shook his head and said, "You shouldn't envy me."

"My life is hard. From childhood to adulthood, either I'm not full, or I'm risking my head in life-and-death battles. I don't have many peaceful days. I'm always the one envying others."

"..."

Zhong Benyi said, "Who are you fighting for?"

Yang Gong said, "At first, it was for myself. Later, it was for those who, like me, weren't full and had no way out."

Zhong Benyi laughed, "Then I still envy you!"

The two men spoke, not delaying matters. Over there, the Baoliang soldiers had already set up pots and stoves, steaming cornbread and cooking porridge, distributing it. Even Zhong Benyi took a cornbread and ate it in two or three bites, licking the crumbs into his mouth. Then, he knelt facing Ming Province.

"Friend, I'm sending you on your way."

Yang Gong also raised the blade in his hand, suddenly shouted, and the blade fell sharply. A large head was instantly blasted into the air by the blood rushing from the cavity.

Zhong Benyi also suddenly let out a long laugh, as if the laughter didn't stop until his head left his body. It was broad daylight, the blood was dazzling, but the surrounding people, hearing this faint laughter, couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

And as Zhong Benyi's head landed, on the battlefield, and even in Ming Province, all around, countless wronged souls drilled out of the bodies of those hungry ghosts.

They carried such heavy Yin winds and evil energy, and even in the sunlight, they flew towards the Zhensuifu.

Inside the Zhensuifu, Hu Ma had already drawn out a command flag. Seeing these rolling wronged souls, all flying into the flag, he felt that the flag was extremely heavy. Zhong Benyi's blood letter, placed on the table, also seemed to generate rolling Yin evil energy.

"I accept your petitions, and I will avenge this blood feud for you. Go in peace!"

Hu Ma sighed softly, and the command flag in his hand, with a forward throw, was inserted directly behind the Yin General (ghost general) who was standing in the field, suppressing the entire battlefield. The rolling Yin winds and evil energy on the Yin General's body seemed to instantly become a hundred times stronger.

And Yang Gong, after beheading Zhong Benyi, also raised his blade. He saw that this treasured blade, which usually killed without drawing blood, had left a smear of blood, which could not be wiped away no matter how hard he tried.

"An empty promise, in exchange for one hundred thousand Yin Soldiers..."

Seeing this scene, whether it was the disciples of the "No Eating Beef" sect, the people in the know in Ming Province city, or even the Meng family's young master, their faces had changed drastically. They couldn't even imagine what it meant for the Tianming General to enter the command flag.

That was the endless Guan Province hungry ghosts, now willingly entering the flag, the soaring evil energy had far exceeded the scope of magic and occultism. Who could have such skill and courage?

The Meng family's young master, his palms even trembled slightly. He understood the weight of these one hundred thousand Yin Soldiers. Even his composure, cultivated since childhood, could not be restrained, and he couldn't help but ask:

"I just wonder if you understand, brother, where this grievance is to be redressed, and how heavy this burden is?"

"..."

"Since the Zhensuifu's doors are open, if there are grievances, they must be accepted. Otherwise, why would I open these doors?"

Hu Ma also smiled at him, appearing very polite, not at all putting on the airs of the Zhensuifu, and said, "The people of Guan Province have suffered this disaster. If it is truly a natural disaster, then so be it. But if there are ghosts and gods involved, then it is precisely the time for my Zhensuifu to issue orders!"

"Now, let the people of the world be witnesses, and see clearly whether I am making empty promises, or whether I truly intend to redress the grievances of the people of Guan Province!"

"..."

Saying this, he suddenly turned his head, looked towards the Ming Province city area, and shouted, "The Guan Province prefect is dead, and the hungry ghosts have returned to their respective places. You妖ren (evil-doers), committing such evil deeds, still want to hide?"

While Hu Ma was reopening the Zhensuifu outside the city, and the Meng family's young master came to observe the ceremony, people inside Ming Province city were in a state of chaos.

They were first astonished, then frightened. They had held some hope, but when Hu Ma accepted Zhong Benyi's petition, they became terrified. Some set up altars, wanting to borrow the Yin Road (road to the underworld) and leave quickly, but they couldn't. The Yin Road wouldn't open, and ghosts and gods were blocking them.

They wanted to ride horses and rush out of the city, but they couldn't. The city was surrounded by the Baoliang army.

Just as they were disheartened and anxious, they suddenly saw a girl wearing red clothes, with two pigtails tied on her head, looking like little goat horns. They felt a chill in their hearts and their legs went weak.

"You..."

The little ghost in red clothes saw them, her eyes seemed a bit confused, but after trying hard to think for a long time, she shook her little head.

She couldn't remember.

She just hopped and skipped in front, leading the way, "Come with me, Hu Ma-gege (older brother) is already waiting for you outside."

Hu Ma's second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, and that eldest granddaughter, at this moment, were all disheartened and lifeless. They were all experts in walking the ghost path, and there was no reason to be afraid of a little messenger ghost, but they couldn't use any of their abilities. They just looked at each other.

After a long time, the eldest granddaughter, Hu Xi, bit her lip, and became the first to follow behind the little messenger ghost, slowly saying, "Let's go, we've always wanted to see him, haven't we?"