There was a whistling sound in the air, and the rosary hit Su Changqing on the back of the head!
Under the huge force, Su Changqing's body shook uncoordinatedly, and blood flowed out from the back of his head.
Su Changqing turned around quickly and looked at the window of Wang Ye's house.
After seeing his cold eyes, he made the strange gesture again, bowed his head, and stepped back respectfully.
"If you continue to test me with this fake gesture, there will be no point in your existence."
Wang Ye's voice was cold and he stood at the window and said calmly, then closed the window and left.
Su Changqing's eyes twinkled slightly!
This guy...is indeed the elder of Qingfeng Village.
With no luck left in her heart, Su Changqing endured the wound on the back of her head and turned around to leave.
Wang Ye leaned sideways and hid in the window, and when he saw Su Changqing's leaving figure, he let out a breath.
This old fox!
Sure enough, are even gestures a test?
He had been wondering before, what was wrong with him that allowed Su Changqing to test him a second time at the door.
After carefully recalling the entire process, the only possible problem was that strange gesture!
He just made a gamble. If he made a mistake, he would rush out of the window without hesitation and kill Su Changqing in the community.
It's too tiring to fight with this kind of person.
Fortunately, I won the bet!
In this way, if you use it properly, you will have someone who belongs to you among the senior leaders of the Tian group.
After all, he would never completely believe Zhang Ziliang.
That guy always considers the overall situation and is willing to sacrifice everything, even himself, for the sake of the overall situation!
It's so stupid to follow this kind of person. You never know when you will become a pawn and be guillotined by him!
And after making the operations director one of our own, everything will be much more convenient.
after all...
There are too few people that I can use now.
In my previous life...
In a previous life...my own...
Wang Ye was a little distracted, in a trance, and seemed a little tired.
After shaking his head, Wang Ye returned to the study and opened the diary again. He didn't know what he was looking at. Occasionally, he would fill in something new.
There are only ten days left before the second eternal night...
The countdown has begun!
Endless crises also represent endless opportunities. These last ten days are your chance to improve yourself as much as possible!
…
at the same time.
On the same day, Zhang Ziliang got into Zhang Xiao's laboratory. He didn't know what he was chatting with that woman. After a long time, he came out with a frightened look on his face.
It was as if I had seen something terrible!
Then, he sneaked into Li Xinghe's office as if nothing had happened. The two old foxes seemed to have a quarrel, and finally broke up!
Nine days countdown: Martial Law in Tianzhu!
The superpowers in the ten cities all retracted and formed a siege, guarding the cities safely.
Countdown to eight days.
A guy with a strange mask and a cloak enters the Scavenger City!
At night, countless scavengers are excited, preparing for something!
Countdown to seven days.
Daocheng!
Daocheng was built on three mountains. In the center of the three mountains, there was a huge city.
There are countless Taoist priests living there, and of course, there are also some ordinary people.
Mao Yongan, who was unkempt, covered with stubble, and very haggard, entered the Tao City carrying that exaggerated black backpack.
Then we climbed the highest mountain and entered a thatched house on the top of the mountain.
Countdown to six days.
Buddha country!
At the foot of the huge golden Buddha statue lay a child.
Several old monks and Canaan put their hands together and looked kindly.
The child lay on the toes of the Buddha statue, tried hard to stand up, looked at the monks, and said with a sweet voice, but still old-fashioned: "Buddha said: Close the city and cultivate yourself!"
"Amitabha."
All the monks chanted the Buddha's name together and slowly retreated.
The child seemed a little tired and fell asleep on the toes of the Buddha statue.
…
Countdown, five days.
Wasteland, Qin Mansion!
'Wang Ye' stood at the door, a little distracted.
After a long time, he opened his stomach, took out a bottle of perfume, sprayed it carefully on himself twice, and walked in.
Looking at the courtyard full of leaves and dust, as if feeling a little annoyed, I picked up the broom in the corner and started cleaning it.
After a long time...
The courtyard has a brand new look!
'Wang Ye' put the broom back to its original place with satisfaction, with a look of enjoyment on his face!
At this time, a woman's head bounced over from a distance. The head was covered with blood. She looked at 'Wang Ye' bitterly, as if she had an impression of this guy.
Finally, the head bounced off the ground and bit down on 'Wang Ye'.
'Wang Ye' seemed a little dull. He smelled the stench of this woman's head and the missing corner of her brain, and was filled with disgust.
He raised his leg and kicked it down.
The head flew far away!
There was a sound in the servant's room. A hunched-over guy with a blood-stained bone-chopping knife and an extremely ugly face opened the door. His body was full of gloom.
Standing at the door, his eyes were on 'Wang Ye', watching silently.
for a long time...
He returned to the room, closed the door, and made no more noise.
Wang Ye, on the other hand, walked stiffly to the main hall and opened the door.
Looking at the coffins placed quietly in the main hall, he sat in.
At the same time, merge the coffin boards.
The Qin Mansion was quiet again.
…
Countdown, four days!
Deep in the wasteland, a guy holding a brazier and wearing mourning clothes was crying silently.
Not far away, on a stage, a guy in a theatrical robe, who could not tell the difference between male and female, sang opera in a melodious voice.
Several people were sitting in other places on the stage, holding musical instruments in their hands.
Below, a group of ghosts sat on chairs and watched quietly.
On the other side, the kowtowing ghost stood in the distance and knelt down facing the stage.
The ghost who was singing opera turned his head stiffly and looked at the kowtow ghost not far away. The opera sound was a little louder.
It's just that the stage is shaking slightly.
The mourning ghost cooperated, howling and crying, holding the brazier in his hand, and the flames rose very high.
Faintly, it seemed that the painful wails could be heard in the brazier.
The head without the mourning hat looks a bit bald and very weird.
At this time...
In the distance, an old woman walked out of the thick fog carrying a vegetable basin and a pair of scissors at her waist.
Watching this scene with a smile.
With the appearance of the old woman, the cry of the mourner suddenly stopped.
The kowtow ghost also stood up and retreated into the thick fog.
Only the opera singer was still holding his throat on the stage and kept making noises.
Put on an attractive figure.
The old woman came to the bottom of the stage, and a ghost who was listening to the music stood up and gave up his seat.
The old woman sat at the front, enjoying the opera with a smile.
