There was silence in the interrogation room. The interrogation room, which was accessible from anywhere, had no windows, only a one-way mirror, and the walls were covered with soundproof panels, making the room like a quiet room. The people locked inside could not hear any sound. This will increase the psychological burden on the suspect.
But this little trick was obviously of no use to Wang Wanghu. He closed his eyes to the God of Hell. Although he was given the Guiyuan Needle on his body and could not move Qi, he still continued to meditate.
His body was wrapped in bandages, and his broken bones had just been reset by a medical officer who knew everything. However, due to the stranger's strong physique, he was worried that he would recover too quickly, so he was not given a plaster.
The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, causing a small but strong wind in the interrogation room. Wang Wanghu looked up and saw Liao Zhong striding in. Wang Wanghu was arrested and Liao Zhong's mood improved a lot, at least outside One less hidden danger.
Hu Xiuwu followed Liao Zhong with his hands in his pockets, his expression relaxed and calm like an outsider, a helper who followed to watch the excitement.
Liao Zhong did not sit in the interrogation room. Instead, he leaned on the table, lit a cigarette for himself, and after taking a long puff, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. His expression was comfortable and comfortable, as if he had been there these past few days. The fatigue also drifted out of the body along with the smoke.
Liao Zhong held the cigarette but stared at Wang Wanghu:
"Wang Wanghu, you are really capable of causing trouble. Even though you have been crippled, you can still make such a big noise."
Wang Wanghu responded with silence. In his eyes, he didn't look down on people like Liao Zhong at all, let alone pay attention to his questions.
Even strangers who are not even first-rate can't catch his eye. He usually pretends to be a generous elder for the sake of acting, but in fact there are not many juniors in the Lions Club that he likes.
Liao Zhong had seen Wang Wanghu's response many times, and he was not affected. He continued: "You are very good at playing. We have thought about it for a long time and still haven't figured out how many incense beliefs come from Zeng Zijie."
"I didn't expect you to publish an anime with him as the protagonist?"
This matter was Wang Wanghu’s proud work. He finally responded to Liao Zhong:
"It turns out that you have even found this. Yes, this is the inspiration I got from those students."
"Besides, what can you do if you find out? Can you block that boundless network?"
"As long as one person slips through the net, Ajie will not be forgotten."
His tone was full of pride in his idea of creating a god, and he showed off his achievements to Liao Zhong.
Just a few years ago, when Wang Wanghu was teaching the youth lion dance team at Qixing Martial Arts School, during an accidental break, he saw several teenagers gathered together and discussing which Ultraman was more powerful, with admiration in their eyes. , Fanatical Light, is familiar with those combat power parameters and background settings.
When several people argued, they even started fighting. Wang Wanghu stopped them as usual, but afterward he searched specifically for what Ultraman was.
What he didn't expect was that it was just an anime for children.
But such an anime actually has a lot of discussions on the Internet and has many loyal fans, which is an eye-opener for this old man.
Most of the people who love Ultraman are children, but children's faith is the purest. They can believe in the existence of light without asking for any report.
As long as you maintain this belief for a few years, a giant god with the power of light will be born in the void.
Originally, although Wang Wanghu had bewitched Zeng Zijie into being his disciple, his strength was limited and he had no way to help him. However, he had no idea how to make him stronger and better assist him.
This situation also gave him a flash of inspiration. If he used Zeng Zijie as the prototype and found someone to make a good animation, he could gain a group of followers for Zeng Zijie and praise him without attracting attention. Enter the shrine.
It is not necessary to be as popular as Ultraman in the country, as long as it is one-tenth as popular as him, it is enough.
Wang Wanghu used his savings for many years and the coffin book to find the top animation team in Japan and spent a lot of money to customize an animation for Zeng Zijie. The protagonist of the animation looked exactly like Zeng Zijie. Wang Wanghu specially asked the production team , giving the protagonist a special ability.
The ability to obtain supernatural powers from those inherited cultural relics.
I didn't realize this before. Wang Wanghu didn't do it himself. It was when Er Zhuang was helping that he discovered that the name Zeng Zijie was highly discussed on the Internet, so he discovered this work.
In fact, if Hu Xiuwu hadn't learned the Shangqing sect's art of inviting gods when he was in Shangqing, he should have thought of how Wang Wanghu spread his faith.
As early as a few years ago, those who practiced the method of inviting gods in Shangqing discovered that among the ancestors they could invite, there was an additional ancestor named Lin Fengjiao, who was especially good at dealing with zombies and ghosts. They invited him Everyone in the Shangqing sect said yes.
After Wang Wanghu boasted about his methods to Liao Zhong, he no longer looked at him. He was more concerned about Hu Xiuwu who had captured him personally. The bright sword light impressed him deeply:
"Excellent swordsmanship and skill. I am not unjust in defeat at your hands. Fellow Taoist, can you tell me your name?"
Hu Xiuwu held the Ziwu ceremony: "The younger generation Hu Xiuwu studied under Wu Dechang of the Shangqing Dynasty."
He is no longer on the list of Shangqing disciples and is not qualified to call himself a Shangqing disciple.
Wang Wanghu was a little surprised: "Seeing your superb swordsmanship, I thought you were a descendant of some sword sect."
"I'm just lucky enough to have Senior Pei Min teach me the Dharma."
"Sword Saint Pei Min, like thunder piercing his ears, preaches good luck." Wang Wanghu said with emotion.
It was better for him to be captured by an extremely talented alien junior than to be captured by those aliens who looked down upon him with their omnipotent skills.
Taking advantage of Wang Wanghu's lowered vigilance, Liao Zhong took advantage of every opportunity and followed the temptation:
"Your senior brother Huang Yuanbiao just begged me to save your life. You said that you should just live a good life. You could have become the leader of the Lions Club. With your ability, you can lead the Lions Club to a new level."
Wang Wanghu snorted coldly: "So what if I am the president of the Lions Club? I can't just hide behind the scenes and accompany the smiling faces of those mortals in front of the stage. So what if Huang Yuanbiao becomes the president of the Lions Club? I don't have to obey those people." , he can easily crush the orders of weaklings whose throats are crushed.”
Liao Zhong sarcastically said: "You are just greedy for power and superior status. Why do you make it sound like it is everyone else's fault?"
Wang Wanghu was very frank: "What's wrong with that? We are obviously the stronger ones, shouldn't we have more rights?"
"Those mortals cannot reach the heights of strangers, so they ask us to lower our height and stand on the same platform as them. Why, that is my talent, the power I was born with. Why should I restrain myself because it will hurt the weak? .”
"The crow is dark but complains about the golden crow being shiny; the elk has no tusks but complains about the sharp claws of the lion."
"It's all bullshit!"
With sharp words and self-consistent logic, no wonder he was able to fool Zeng Zijie into being stunned and turned himself into a tool in Wang Wanghu's hands.
Liao Zhong sighed in his heart.
"you are wrong,"
Hu Xiuwu understood his words very much. He had witnessed Zhang Qian's frail body and his mission of thousands of miles to prove to the emperor the capabilities of a mortal.
"Mortals are not weak. The physique of mortals may be very different from that of aliens, but there are still people whose minds are infinitely superior to yours and mine. If you were captured today, you were defeated by the technology created by mortals."
"No, I only lost at your hands."
Wang Wanghu did not admit that he was defeated at the hands of mortals. He only admitted that he was defeated at the hands of Hu Xiuwu.
"My ending today is just bad luck. If it weren't for..., I didn't expect that my master would be so timid and wouldn't even dare to let me try. Otherwise, today's situation may not be like this."
"That's not cowardice," Liao Zhong retorted as he put out the cigarette.
"Your master is a true wise man, a qualified master. He knows how to choose. Your oven technique is really powerful. It can make up for your innate destiny."
"Desire is endless. If you want to transform a lion into a dragon, how many lives will it take? What kind of destiny can satisfy your ideal?"
"Once you have tasted the improvement that the oven method brings to you, and when you encounter trouble again, can you really stop?"
Miao Shenchong, the bane of the whole sex, has emerged. His power of 'loan sharking' is not just taking advantage of people's greed. After experiencing the pleasure of rapidly improving their own cultivation brought by his power, several people Can brake in time.
A person with this perseverance would not accept Shen Chong's proposal in the first place.
"The Lion Club has been passed down for thousands of years. Do you think you are the only one who has thought of using the destiny of picking green? Haven't you ever thought about why no one has studied this secret method?"
If Caiqing only uses the lives of others to counterattack, it is just a provocative and excellent attack method. But if it is spread that the Lion Club can swallow the lives of others to improve itself, the aliens will be afraid of and greedy for this spell. Jiashenzhi The Eight Magical Skills of Ranhe are the best example, and the Lion Club will become the target of public criticism in the alien world.
If this were the case, the Lions Club would not be able to continue its legacy for thousands of years.
Lions are also afraid of hyena attacks.
"When the time comes, even if the Lions Club acts upright and does no harm, it will still be regarded as a demon sect."
Wang Wanghu disagreed and still insisted on his point of view: "Even if I become a demon, I don't want to become a mediocre person."
Looking at the way Wang Wanghu was eating the weight, Liao Zhong knew that it was unlikely to persuade him to cooperate, but he still asked him:
"Wang Wanghu, as long as you can help us arrest Zeng Zijie, I can reduce your sentence."
"Punishment?" Wang Wanghu's tone was contemptuous, the corners of his mouth raised, and he gave Liao Zhong a sarcastic and provocative sneer, "Why do you punish me?"
"I just invested in an animation. It was Zeng Zijie's job to confuse the villagers and spread their faith. Not only did I not participate, but I also provided you with clues, didn't I?"
"You are detaining me, which is against the rules. Why are you talking about mitigating the punishment?"
Wang Wanghu stared at Liao Zhong and said coldly:
"You and I know very well that you won't let me go."
