The copper coin was truly sinister. In the small town, all kinds of skills seemed unable to suppress this copper coin, so the Head of the Zhao Family did not hesitate to take action personally to acquire this coin.

He was wary of the Reincarnator who had entered the town and showed no mercy when he made his move.

It seemed as if a hand reached under the green cloth, but it felt like this hand had passed through the boundary between illusion and reality, reaching into the town.

With a gentle pinch of two fingers, the sound of the copper coins hopping throughout the town suddenly vanished without a trace.

The three-part heavenly hand exerted its full strength, breaking through all falsehoods, accurately grasping the true form of that copper coin amidst the changing of yin and yang, illusion and reality.

On the town, the pressure seemingly hovering over the heads of the various talents in the trick door suddenly disappeared, as if the sun had reappeared.

At the head of the town, the Double Steamed Wine, who bore the copper coin with the Method of Spirit Carrying, had a change of complexion.

He had suppressed the Zhao family's hundred tricks by bearing the copper coin, but once the copper coin was stolen from his body, it was as if the objects borne by a Negative Spirit were severely damaged. Inevitably, the Divine Soul would be compromised.

The Zhao Family Master sitting in the town seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the hand that had reached under the green cloth did not immediately withdraw, but it was just a slight hesitation.

After all, it was a duel, the opponent made a move, and he responded accordingly.

There was nothing inappropriate.

His palm withdrew from under the green cloth, and the green cloth slowly covered the ground.

And between his two fingers was indeed the copper coin that had just suppressed the town's hundred tricks.

The town suddenly became quiet. He brought the copper coin up to scrutinize it, his brow slightly furrowed, as if even he did not think it would be so easy to succeed.

The wish power on the copper coin, borne on the Double Steamed Wine's body, surprisingly did not stop him at all.

And as the copper coin was taken away by him, the Double Steamed Wine, performed with the Method of Spirit Carrying, seemed to receive a heavy blow. His face instantly turned ashen, and bright red blood slowly seeped from his eyes covered with a black cloth.

As if when bearing the spirit, the spirit object was destroyed, and he immediately suffered endless backlash.

"You..."

The Zhao Family Master felt a strange sensation in his heart. The copper coin flipped between his fingers, and he finally couldn't help but open his mouth slowly towards him.

"Mr. Zhao, you were wrong."

And at the moment when the Zhao Family Master spoke, the Double Steamed Wine also slowly raised his head, pulled off the black cloth from his face, and looked over through the town: "Do you understand the weight of this coin?"

The Zhao Family Master lowered his head to glance at the copper coin and slightly straightened his body.

His gaze was stern, staring at the pale face of the Double Steamed Wine: "You're not here for a duel, your skills are too poor, you're just relying on this copper coin for protection."

"Of course."

The Double Steamed Wine's eyes, after removing the black cloth, appeared unusually bright at this moment, and he chuckled softly: "In terms of a duel, who can continuously break through your Zhao family's hundred tricks in the trickster path?"

"So, I'm not here for a duel today, I'm here to open the eyes of the people of this world..."

In his voice, all of a sudden, there seemed to be a hint of dominance, a sonorous voice: "I just want them to see, see the heavens, see the earth, see who it is that has stolen their grain, leaving them only to starve to death..."

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In front of Xinshan at this time, a bag of Nuomi Wine poured out tens of thousands of catties of grain, seemingly endless.

And the people around were all happy, taking rice to cook, eating on the spot, and many were eager to dig three feet to pick up every grain of rice on the ground.

This rice was life, the hope to survive, moreover it was rice bought with rightful money, lawfully allowed to go into their bellies.

But amid this joy, everyone fell into a trance, and when they looked up, they saw a large hand descending from the sky, taking the rice from their storerooms, pots, mouths, and stomachs.

The most crucial thing was, they didn't know how it disappeared.

The grain in the bags, just sitting there, visibly shrank, while the small mountain of rice visibly diminished.

Even the ones being cooked in the pot mysteriously seemed to turn into clear water as the porridge got thinner and less substantial.

Even the rice they had just eaten made them feel full, but it soon left them feeling hungry, their stomachs growling.

They didn't know what was happening, but they were sure their grain had been stolen, and that was their grain, even if it was bought with a single copper coin, it was rightly theirs.

So, layer upon layer of anger boiled up, but at this moment, they were more desperate to know who stole their grain. While such bizarre events would typically incite fear, now they only felt rage at having their grain taken.

And at this moment, someone sighed softly: "Still wondering how the grain got stolen?"

Countless eyes turned towards him, and they saw that it was Old Sorghum, who had been mingling among the crowd, his voice low, chuckling coldly: "The grain thief is a rat, of course, mice stole it, you want to know who the rat is?"

"You steal grain, they also steal grain, so why are some people high up, and others must starve to death?"

In this moment of anger and subtlety, as if a complex truth became the simplest sentence, forcefully smashed into the hearts of the people.