After listening to Wang Ye's words, Zhang Ziliang's mood changed obviously. He grabbed Wang Ye's shoulders tightly with both hands, and his veins popped out.
Faintly, Wang Ye's shoulders began to hurt due to his powerful body function.
"This old fox is really clumsy."
Feeling the power coming from Zhang Ziliang's hand, Wang Ye remained calm and just looked at him lightly.
Zhang Ziliang also gradually stabilized and took a deep breath: "I can make the decision and give you the skills."
"not enough."
Wang Ye shook his head slightly: "What you said is equal exchange."
Zhang Ziliang was startled, but quickly realized that he was stepping step by step into the hole dug by Wang Ye.
"What else do you want?"
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang and grinned: "Add another Taoist skill."
"Didn't you already kidnap Mao Yong'an?"
Zhang Ziliang was a little curious.
Wang Ye sighed: "Mao Yongan is much smarter than he lets on. I'm not sure what his purpose is, or... I don't believe him."
Zhang Ziliang stared at Wang Ye for a long time before slowly saying: "Deal, I hope your information is true."
"The time has come, and the eternal night has not yet come. It is not difficult for the Tianzhu to kill me." Wang Ye said lightly: "Forty-five days later, there will be a second eternal night. Don't ask me how I know. After all, I have gone deep into the wasteland."
Zhang Ziliang glanced at Wang Ye thoughtfully, then skillfully found two files on the bookshelf and placed them on the table.
"You have...ten minutes."
Zhang Ziliang said after looking at his watch.
Depend on!
It is indeed an old fox!
Wang Ye glared at Zhang Ziliang, stopped talking, quickly sat down, and kept reading.
Fortunately, with the growth of mental power, Wang Ye's memory, which was not bad at all, has also been greatly enhanced.
After 10 minutes, I breathed a sigh of relief and closed the file.
He kept recalling the characteristics of the two exercises in his mind and stood up.
The Buddhists have two systems of exercises. One is a spiritual attack that is similar to deceiving humans.
The other type, based on the original physical body, insists on using force to break the law, concentrates on tempering the physical body, and disperses the spirit throughout the body. The physical body is immortal and the spirit will last forever.
Daocheng's Kung Fu rules are even more bizarre, emphasizing letting nature take its course and accommodating all things. As long as the spirit is immortal, people can live forever.
In other words, the body is just a skin, and only a strong spirit can truly live forever.
Both techniques had their own strengths, and Wang Ye vaguely understood the path ahead of him.
After leaving the library, Zhang Ziliang looked obviously anxious. He usually treated his subordinates like spring breeze, but now he sent Wang Ye off perfunctorily and hurriedly entered the elevator.
When I got home, I found that my hair was still in the crack of the door.
It seems like the house is unusually clean today.
Mao Yong'an is still at the neighbor's old man's home, without leaving the house, and he doesn't know what he is doing.
But Wang Ye obviously didn't have any worries about that guy.
The dignified little Daocheng Taoist died at the hands of his neighbor's old lady? Although the old lady doesn't look simple, she shouldn't be.
But what Wang Ye doesn't know is...
At this time, Mao Yongan was really panicked.
When he woke up, Mao Yongan found that the old woman was standing in front of his bed with a stiff expression, holding a steaming vegetable basin, looking at him silently.
The weird sunny doll at the door of the bedroom was still shaking, but it obviously had no effect.
As for the scarecrow stand-in...
Okay, right in the basin.
The strange thing is that logically speaking, one can only boil a pot of straw.
But inside the basin, there was still bloody meat.
"This vegetable basin is a treasure!"
Mao Yongan made instant judgment based on years of experience.
Then he couldn't help but smile bitterly. How long had it been, and he still had time to pay attention to the baby.
"Child, you are hungry, come and eat."
The old woman said kindly with a gentle smile.
Mao Yongan suddenly felt horrified. Although he had known for a long time that this old thing was not simple, he was brave enough to be an expert. With a fake scarecrow and a sunny doll that could block the breath of living people, he never considered that this old woman had noticed something was wrong. possible.
But the scene before him made him panic.
Lao Yin is more harmful to me than Wang Ye!
Are you going to die before you go to the alley?
"I...I'm not hungry."
Mao Yongan smiled brightly and kept retreating.
"Eat it!"
The smile on the old woman's face gradually disappeared, her expression became slightly gloomy, and her voice became a little colder.
"I..."
Looking at the black backpack in the corner, and calculating when he would rush over and need it, Mao Yongan gritted his teeth, took the vegetable basin, picked up the chopsticks without hesitation, took out a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. Stopped chewing.
Even Wang Ye can't help but be amazed...
This guy is a ruthless person.
But soon, I was prepared to endure the unpalatable smell of human flesh, but...
Mao Yongan chewed and was stunned.
Surprisingly delicious.
He subconsciously took two more bites, and vaguely, a wave of energy was injected into his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.
"hehe..."
The old woman looked at this scene and smiled with satisfaction: "Eat, eat more, otherwise you will get hungry easily."
With that said, the old man slowly walked out of Mao Yongan's bedroom.
Sunny Baby had no reaction to this.
Outside the door, the old man seemed to remember something. He paused, turned around, looked at Mao Yongan and said lightly: "Don't worry, it's beef."
After saying that, the old man returned to the living room shakily and sat at the window with a blanket on his legs, looking out the window, somewhat lost in thought.
Ever since Mao Yongan came, the old man would sit in that position whenever he wasn't cooking. I don't know why.
As for Mao Yongan, his hand holding the vegetable basin was frozen in mid-air, his eyes full of fear.
This old man...
Is it a human or a ghost?
Mao Yongan, who has always been confident in himself, fell into self-doubt.
There was even an urge to escape.
…
Su Changqing stood at the door of his house, his expression changed a little, he quietly opened the door and sat on the sofa in the living room.
"Recently, some people will come to the village to handle matters and provide support."
"Also, kill Wang Ye. Anyone who touches our Qingfeng Village must die."
"Finally... don't be clever in the future."
Su Changqing did not turn on the light. A cold voice sounded in the darkness. As the voice disappeared, Su Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Sure enough, does the inspector know everything?
"Wang Ye...hehe."
Reciting Wang Ye's name in a low voice, Su Changqing sneered, with a cold light in his eyes.
…
"Wang Ye, you ruined my plan, and it's time for reckoning."
In the wasteland, Luo Ping was dressed in ragged clothes with a little blood stains on his body. He wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the location of Shangjing City with a strong murderous intention.
A black box was carried on his back, and a stiff corpse followed behind him.
Only on the neck, there are obvious traces of stitching.
After a long time, Luo Ping disappeared into the ghost mist.
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