Chapter 435

"Mad?"

He Zhao looked at the page, torn from the force used while writing, and his brows bunched together. In an instant, he recalled the Red and White Twin Sha, the Ancient Corpse suppressed beneath Hundred Graves Town, and the words his cheap Junior Martial Uncle had left him with before he left the Qingyun Sect, along with the Incense for Worshipping Gods he had stuffed into his hands.

"Don't tell me..."

Before he could finish, he shook his head. He would finish reading the notes first. There was no need to ignore the [history book] Danyang had recorded and sit there blindly pulling guesses out of his ass.

[Here was what happened. Around the twenty-fifth year of the Netherworld, some ordinary people—meaning farmers, craftsmen, and other common folk who could neither refine sha into their bodies nor practice martial arts—began going mad one after another.

After a group of physicians examined them, they said it was because the pressure was too great, causing a mental collapse. More specifically, their psychological endurance was fragile. After all, they had lived all along in an oppressive, gloomy environment. Aside from a small number of people with powerful willpower, most people were more or less somewhat twisted inside.

At first, we merely placed them alone in a courtyard and sent people to look after them every day. At the end of the day, no matter one's status, high or low, noble or base, we were all Great Xuan People.

I had to say, that blockhead the Crown Prince finally got it right for once. He took the initiative to propose that we not give up on any Great Xuan citizen, and even used a portion of his own supplies to support the madmen.

As time passed, several to a dozen or so, and