The public audit is held in front of the Rain Temple.

Most of the people from the seven villages came.

Some people believe it, some people are afraid of it, some people hate it, and some people just want to watch the fun.

A simple wooden platform was built in front of the temple.

There are three things on the table.

Three hundred and seventy-two accounts of life debts.

Bone fragments of the old patriarch.

The water corpse replaces the nail.

The broken statues of the Rain God were piled under the stage, and the black water had dried into fishy mud.

The clerk of Tianyiyuan stood aside with a pale face.

He wanted to run but couldn't.

Xu Huanshan nailed him in front of the temple with a private debt.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the more and more people gathering together and whispered:

"People from the Southern Wilderness Branch should already be on their way."

Xu Huanshan dialed the abacus.

"There's enough time."

"Are you sure?"

"Not sure."

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him.

Xu Huanshan smiled and said: "If you are sure, it's not your fate, it's your account."

Jiang Zhaoxue found that she was too lazy to correct him.

Noon.

Xu Huanshan took the stage.

He didn't wear official uniform and didn't put on any airs.Half of his robe was torn, with cloth still wrapped around his shoulders, and a streak of white was burned out of his hair by the rain god's fire.

Someone in the audience recognized him.

"Isn't this the debt collector?"

"Did he really find out that the Rain God is a false god?"

"Nonsense, how could God owe human life?"

"More than 300 people died in Huaishui Village. Was their death in vain?"

The voices became more and more chaotic.

Xu Huanshan raised his hand and his abacus fell.

Boom.

A clear sound suppressed the entire audience.

"Test God today."

His voice was not loud, but it carried far.

"Test three things."

"First, did Huaishui Village borrow rain ten years ago?"

"Second, is the rain coming from the Spiritual Rain God?"

"Third, who should return the three hundred and seventy-two lives?"

The audience was in an uproar.

Someone shouted: "You are just a debt collector, why can you test the gods?"

Xu Huanshan looked at that person.

"According to the account."

He raised his hand, and the first debt deed appeared.

"Zhao Er of Huaishui Village borrows a bucket of spiritual rain and will live seven days in ten years."