Zhou Wenqiang watched as the people handed over all their worldly possessions. Clutching what they'd received in return, they squeezed their way out of the crowd.
He took from them their grain for the winter, the seeds for next year's planting.
What he shoved into their hands was a poison that would let them rot away with a smile, lost in delusion.
Using this method, he went from one town to the next.
In his wake, the foundations of a town were hollowed out.
Before him lay the next wheat field, waiting to be harvested.
The copper coins in his carriage were traded for silver ingots, and the silver ingots piled up into gold bars.
And while his [Evil Value] had increased, he hadn't engaged in wanton slaughter. The [Evil Value] he'd accumulated wasn't even enough to land him on the [Bounty Board].
He no longer visited dusty marketplaces. His carriage began stopping before grand manors with stone lions guarding their gates.
