"Cui?"
Wang Ye made a mental note and walked off the bridge completely.
Looking at the river of blood on the side, Wang Ye suddenly felt a little moved. He didn't know whether the blood in this river of blood could support the three pages to tell the entire story.
He actually had a good grasp of these three pages.
For example, last time in Fengdu City, he only extracted a certain amount of blood from each person, but did not kill them completely.
When in the new city, similarly, after the ghosts entered the ghost realm, they were not actively attacked. Only when the plot was forcibly destroyed, they would start to counterattack and correct the plot line.
So these three pages of paper are still very safe to a certain extent.
But if the boss on the bridge is unhappy...
Wang Ye put away his thoughts and left quickly.
The man in red robe and black face took out a new gossip publication and read it carefully, occasionally showing an expression of enlightenment.
…
Returning to the coffin, Wang Ye once again took out the human skin mask and put it on his face. He looked in the mirror and confirmed that it was still Mao Yongan's face before he lay down in the coffin with confidence.
The coffin shook again.
After a while, Wang Ye returned to the main hall of Qin Mansion.
Pushing away the coffin and standing in the main hall, Wang Ye stopped thinking about leaving when he vaguely heard the noisy sound outside.
The courtyard was full of sounds of movement.
If I remember correctly, the courtyard was quiet again around two o'clock last time.
Wang Ye glanced at the time, and sure enough...
It had just been about half a minute since he entered the coffin.
Excluding the time it takes to get in and out of the coffin, it's just right.
The passage of time in that mysterious space is different from outside.
Simply unable to leave now, Wang Ye walked around in the main hall and observed the surroundings.
The surrounding environment was a bit gloomy, and one could only rely on the faint candlelight from the courtyard. Except for a coffin placed in the main hall, it was a bit too simple.
No useful clues at all.
After a round of inspection, Wang Ye reluctantly put away the bag, sat next to the coffin, and waited quietly.
…
Go to Beijing.
Happy community.
The door next to Wang Ye opened.
'Wang Ye' had a hemp rope hanging around his waist and walked out stiffly, holding a map in his hand, with the location of 'New City' circled on it.
His figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Day group.
Zhang Ziliang sat in the office and looked at Yang Chen in front of him: "The vacation has been over for several days, why did you come back?"
"You will be remembered as absent from work."
Yang Chen shook the hair from his forehead, rolled his eyes, and sat casually on the sofa: "Come on, I'm going to starve to death anyway, so I'll go to your house to eat."
"Why, are you still losing your temper?" Zhang Ziliang glanced at him lightly.
Yang Chen shook his head: "You are the acting team leader, and I am just an ordinary superpower. I stand from different angles and consider different things. Maybe you are thinking about the overall situation and the human race. What I am concerned about , just a human life,"
"I have also thought about it seriously in the past few days. I have no right to be angry. I just need to do my instinctive job."
Yang Chen's expression was calm, without the angry look he had on the phone a few days ago.
Zhang Ziliang was noncommittal: "Follow me."
With that said, he stood up from his seat and walked towards the door.
Yang Chen was stunned for a moment and followed Zhang Ziliang, a little confused: "Where are you going?"
"Change into normal clothes and you will know in a moment."
Soon, the two people took off their work clothes, which symbolized the Tianzhu, and put on casual clothes.
Zhang Ziliang took him into the car and drove away.
"Ghetto?"
After about half an hour, Yang Chen finally confirmed the direction and was stunned for a moment.
"Well, we're almost there. Get off the car and walk a while." Zhang Ziliang nodded lightly, took Yang Chen out of the car, and walked the last part of the way.
The slums are on the edge of Beijing.
The surrounding houses looked a little dilapidated, and there was some garbage scattered on the streets.
There is a smell in the air.
Some ordinary people in ragged clothes were sitting on chairs on the street, looking weak.
After seeing Zhang Ziliang and Yang Chen, especially their neat clothes!
"Brother, please give me some food, I'm going to starve to death."
A young man's eyes lit up, he stood up, crawled up to Yang Chen, hugged his legs, and prayed.
This young man's voice attracted many people.
A middle-aged man, a young man, and a woman holding a child crowded over one after another, surrounding the two of them.
"Child, give me some food. I haven't eaten in three days."
"Young man, what do you think of my aunt? Two kilograms of rice, just two kilograms of rice. I'll go with you tonight!"
Yang Chen seemed to be facing this kind of scene for the first time. He looked a little at a loss. The energy in his body surged subconsciously, but was quickly suppressed by him.
Zhang Ziliang followed Yang Chen silently, as if he were a follower, with an expressionless face.
"I...I didn't bring much money."
Finally, looking at these sallow and thin people, Yang Chen couldn't bear it. He rummaged in his pocket and took out a few hundred dollars.
After Tianzhu managed the human race, he still retained the previous money.
After all, wasting time printing new money is equivalent to a waste of resources, but the purchasing power of money has dropped a lot.
But for a few hundred yuan, you can still buy some rice and have enough to eat.
This kind of person immediately goes crazy looking at the money and keeps tearing it apart, and soon...
A few of the relatively strong ones grabbed one in each hand.
But... many more people left empty-handed.
But... there was no sound of thanks, everyone still looked at Yang Chen quietly, and more and more people came from a distance.
"He has money!"
"He must have some more in his pocket!"
"Hand over the money!"
For a time, countless people stared at Yang Chen like hungry wolves and said one after another.
"Aren't you afraid of the people from the Investigation Bureau when you do this?"
Yang Chen was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously.
"It's all going to die anyway, I might as well be a dead ghost!"
"If you don't give me money, don't even think about leaving today!"
One of the strong men had a dangerous look in his eyes, holding a dagger in his hand, and kept approaching Yang Chen.
Some middle-aged women were hiding in corners, but they looked like they would step forward to pick something up at any time.
Their eyes were filled with indifference, as if these were not people before them, but goods and food!
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