Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 39 The Yellow Sky Has Arrived
At this time, Zhang Zicheng no longer uses the system to reduce the dimensionality of the WeChat voice, but uses the half-disabled wish power golden body to speak directly.

Therefore, his words are no longer limited to a narrow range, but ring in the ears of all people covered by the cause and effect of great ambition.

Not only that, due to the special nature of the will, such a voice is very soft, even if it spreads thousands of miles, it will not cause harm to anyone.

Zhang Zicheng was very satisfied with this.

Finally, I can speak normally without being afraid of destroying half of the galaxy with a greeting.

It's just... Zhang Zicheng also discovered through this sigh that what he said would be heard by everyone in the world.

Suddenly, the dead otaku who had never spoken before more than 50 people felt a little stage frightened.

Of course, this feeling is fleeting. After all, they are all low-dimensional people, and the confidence to completely control their lives is really hard to scare.

I have never heard of any emperor who has social fear.

However, Zhang Zicheng still decided to be cautious in his words and deeds, and he could not chat casually like Zhang Jiao before.

It's okay to have no airs of god in private, but it's really embarrassing to talk to people all over the world at the same time.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Zicheng said slowly, "At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the national population was more than 5600 million."

Everyone in the world, almost at the same time, let go of everything in their hands.

The young students who were reading aloud in the private school watched their husband angrily walk out the door, looking for who was interrupting their studies.

Sitting in the house, the landlords who had no money to repay the debts asked the other family members if they heard the voices.

The refugees in the Nanyang area stood in the dry river, looking at the sky blankly.

Refugees fleeing floods in the coastal areas looked at each other with their bags on their backs, talking a lot.

A big bearded man who was selling red dates on the street stopped and looked at the sky with piercing eyes.

A young man weaving straw sandals suddenly put down the dry grass in his hands and looked around.

No matter who these people are, what level of knowledge they are, and what level of understanding of the world they have reached.

Is it an illiterate illiterate, or a capable person who understands the general trend of the world while sitting at home.

Although they had never heard of the word "Eastern Han Dynasty", for some reason, they immediately understood that it referred to the present.

Just understanding the meaning of this word has made countless people throb with fear.

The Eastern Han Dynasty... the end of the year?
The voice didn't confuse people for too long, and the voice continued: "Because of natural disasters and man-made disasters, the court was in turmoil, and the people couldn't make a living, so they rose up, which is known as the Yellow Turban Uprising in history."

Hearing the word 'Yellow Turban Uprising', Zhang Jiao's pupils shrank suddenly in Nangong, under the sword of the guards.

And that ethereal voice is still coming slowly.

"After the Yellow Turban Uprising, Dong Zhuo was in chaos, the feudal lords divided their regimes, and the world was divided into three parts. It lasted for nearly a hundred years."

"There was a man named Cao Cao who traveled through the hinterland of the Central Plains and was devastated. He wrote a poem:
"There are righteous men in the Kanto, and they raised troops to fight against the gangsters. In the early days, they met in Tianjin, but their hearts were in Xianyang.

"The army is not well-aligned, hesitates and flies wildly. Snobbery makes people fight, and heirs kill each other.

"The title of Huainan brother is engraved in the north. The armor is full of lice, and the surname is death.

"The bones of the dead are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. One hundred people are left behind, and the thought of it breaks people's hearts."

"Afterwards, until the establishment of the Sima family in the early Jin Dynasty, the population of the world was only 700 million."

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In Luoyang Nangong Chaotang, the confinement of everyone disappeared at some point.

The guards and eunuchs looked at each other, at a loss, and didn't know how to react for a while, so they could only secretly look at His Majesty's expression.

And Liu Hong's complexion was also cloudy for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Only Zhang Jiao, who was under the court, reacted the most violently.

He was shaking like chaff all over, and could hardly stand up.

There were no guards to stop him, but he tried to stand up several times, but finally fell to the ground because his legs were weak.

Zhang Jiao was in a state of embarrassment like never before, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were slightly protruding due to the high blood pressure, and the bloodshot eyes quickly filled the air.

"Zhang...Zhang Jiao..." He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and choked up several times.

In the end, Zhang Jiao faced the sky outside the hall, kowtowed heavily, buried his head on the ground, lifted it up without a face, and said in a low voice, "Sinner Zhang Jiao! Disaster the world! The world is full of bones! Ten rooms are empty!"

"Thousands of deaths are unforgivable, and ten thousand cuts to death are unforgivable! The bamboos in the South Mountain are exhausted, and the crimes are not exhausted; the waves of the East China Sea are broken, and the evil is endless!"

These words immediately made all the court officials think of something, and their complexions changed drastically.

Even the loyal man stepped forward and shouted at Zhang Jiao: "Shameless monster! Isn't your Taiping yellow scarf the chief culprit in this prophecy?!"

When the other people heard it, they also spoke up, scolding Zhang Jiao for harming the people and harming others, and the world is a great evil.

There were only a few people, secretly looking at each other, looking at Liu Hong, who had an ugly face, without making a sound.

These bastards seemed to accuse Zhang Jiao, but didn't they say that the nameless prophecy was true?

If this is the case, isn't the world of the Han family...

"Bewitching words to confuse people! Bewitching words to confuse people!"

Liu Hong shouted angrily, but didn't know what to do next.

After all, the fear of being imprisoned all over his body just now is still reflected in his mind, lingering.

Such supernatural powers...couldn't they be true immortals descending to earth?
Since he is a fairy, the prophecy...

Liu Hong didn't dare to think about it anymore.

But Zhang Jiao, who was kneeling down with his face covered, was buzzing in his mind, unable to hear these accusations at all.

His mind was only filled with the prophecy that Si Chen said just now, and the poem written by that man named Cao Cao.

Armor gives birth to lice, and thousands of surnames die.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crowing for thousands of miles.

What kind of tragic scene is this?
Just thinking about it, Zhang Jiao is really like what is said in the poem, with cramps in his stomach and broken liver and intestines!
He was tearing up and down, and his whole body was convulsing uncontrollably.

However, images of skinny people in the past kept flooding into Zhang Jiao's mind.

In his mind, for a while, under the rule of the Han Dynasty, the starving people who could not make a living were starved to death.For a while, it will be the chilling barren bones in Si Chen's prophecy.

Zhang Jiao had a splitting headache, and his soul was about to be torn apart by these two pictures.

Finally, he still couldn't help it, raised his head, and wailed: "But! But I don't understand! I don't know what to do!"

"What should I do to keep the people alive! They just want to live! What should I do!"

"Si Chen! God Si Chen! I beg you! Tell me, tell me what I should do, so that the people of the world can live!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jiao got strength from nowhere, and stood up with his hair disheveled and muddy. He begged in a pleading tone, "Please tell me, Si Chen, what Zhang Jiao should do!"

"Even if Zhang Jiao is dead, a certain one is obliged to do so!"

At this time, the people in the court hall who were dressed in fine clothes finally fell silent.

Even if that voice said that if Zhang Jiao dies, the common people will have a way out, then Zhang Jiao would definitely crash into this Nangong without hesitation.

In front of this man who was in so much pain, as if he was about to vomit his soul out, they were almost speechless and a little bit at a loss.

The voice finally sounded again.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky will stand."

"When the year is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous."

Zhang Jiao miraculously calmed down, his body no longer trembled, his eyes suddenly stared straight at the golden light in the sky.

"The yellow sky has arrived."

"Don't worry about it."

　I'm going to the hospital during the day today, it's a bit late at night, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)