It took the Immortal Soldiers of Zhe Shan Garrison a full day and a half to reach Upper Clarity Heaven. That was more than enough time for the "human-shaped meat grinder" made up of four or five thousand parts to roll back and forth through the Meng Residence dozens of times. Words could not describe the carnage inside. Dazzled by treasure and blood, people had let the most primal evil buried in their hearts break free. These merchants, once law-abiding citizens, committed crimes that would make anyone's hair stand on end. Afterward, perhaps even they would not believe they had done such things with their own hands.
Yuan Renchu led his troops into the Meng Residence and could not help frowning. This had gone too far; it would be hard to bring the matter to a peaceful end. He ordered his men to gather the bodies, dig a great grave in the residence's rear garden, and bury them all there. Most of the corpses had been torn to pieces, impossible to identify. Yuan Renchu had a stone erected with only two characters carved on it: Meng Clan. Once he had dealt with the mess at the residence, he hurried back to camp to write his memorial. How to report this to His Majesty was a real headache.
Heaven and earth were his witnesses: this truly had nothing to do with the Luo Company. The Meng Household had brought its miserable end entirely upon itself. If they had treated those merchants with a little kindness, how could they have stirred up such public fury that people swore not to stop until the whole household was dead?
The four or five thousand rioting merchants killed everyone in the Meng Household and stripped it of its wealth. With no common goal left to