"Sorry, as much as I wanted to believe you, you changed your face in front of us."
"so..."
"Can you please use something else to prove your identity again?"
"Otherwise, if we believe your words so easily, Minister Zhang will punish us."
The man was not reassured, but spoke again, with a very respectful tone, but did not give way.
"prove..."
Wang Ye thought for a while, and his iconic Ghost Sword was still in Zhang Ziliang's hand, so...
Wang Ye suddenly saw a supernatural being hiding in a corner not far away. He seemed to remember something and said, "I know this young man. I seemed to have given him a...sword?"
"If I remember correctly, his name...is...Wang Sheng?"
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, Captain Wang, for disturbing you."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the surrounding superpowers nodded gently to Wang Ye, and then disappeared from the street in just a few seconds.
Wang Ye was very satisfied with this.
The people under his command are not stupid. This is simply the happiest thing.
It is indeed Zhang Ziliang's coffin book. Not to mention the strength, at least there is no problem with the configuration.
Come to the Tianzhu branch.
Wang Ye discovered something strange, Zhang Ziliang was not there!
And he has disappeared for about three days. No one knows when he left or where he went.
This made Wang Ye very surprised.
This old fox only has the strength of a second awakening person, where can he go?
What if I don’t understand and am stuck outside.
But with Zhang Ziliang's mind, he shouldn't do anything he's not sure about.
"Did you escape with the money?"
"It's just a ghost sword, it shouldn't be that big of a deal."
Wang Ye muttered.
But Zhang Ziliang is not here, so he still needs to talk to Po Meng about how to deal with Maitreya and the Long-eared Buddha.
And he still has the goods in Po Meng’s hands.
A rocking chair.
And the mysterious Buddha boy.
During the last war, due to time constraints, I didn't have time to ask Po Meng where he had taken the Buddhist boy.
I would like to take this opportunity to come back.
It's a good thing.
Thousands of miles of sound transmission is better than mobile phones in some situations.
At this time, Mao Yongan was sitting boredly at the door, and he saw Wang Ye from a distance.
He stood up very skillfully, closed the door, and locked it at the same time.
Wang Ye's figure flashed and appeared at the door, holding the door that was about to close.
"Little Taoist Master, what do you mean by always shutting me out for no reason?"
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yongan, half-smiling.
Mao Yongan rolled his eyes: "What does it have to do with me? If you have any objections, why don't you mention it to my grandma?"
As he spoke, he snorted very proudly, took the initiative to come behind Po Meng, and skillfully pressed her shoulders.
grandmother?
Wang Ye's expression was a little strange.
Can Mao Yongan adapt to the rhythm so quickly?
"Should I call you Po Meng, or should I call you...Fourth Sister?"
Wang Ye sat lazily on the only wooden bench in the room, looked at Po Meng and said lightly.
Po Meng's body stiffened slightly and she glanced at Wang Ye: "I am Po Meng. I was before, I am now, and I will be in the future..."
"As for your mistress, she is still at home."
"Don't mention this strange name again."
With that said, Po Meng stood up with the help of Mao Yongan and pointed to the rocking chair behind her: "Take it away."
"So happy?"
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt something bad.
He subconsciously walked over and moved the rocking chair up, closed his eyes and felt it, and his face instantly turned dark.
This rocking chair...
No energy at all.
Just the most common kind.
If a carpenter is diligent, he can make several jobs in a day.
It's just that with age, the wood on it is already a little patina...
And Wang Ye was sure that this was what Meng Po often did before, and there was no package swap.
Did you... lose money?
Not to mention Xiaosi's identity, considering Po Meng's status in the underworld, she can be considered a big boss. Even in ancient times, she was a person who could leave a name, but she actually used an ordinary rocking chair?
This unscientific!
Originally, I had never had the opportunity to observe closely, but I subconsciously felt that Meng Po must be using something good, but I didn’t expect to be tricked!
No wonder she agreed so happily at that time.
"Is it enough?"
"If it's not enough, I'll give you this crutch!"
As she said that, Po Meng lazily pulled out a brand new rocking chair in the void. This rocking chair was even more advanced. The armrests were also covered with a layer of genuine leather, which was very high-end...
She sat slowly in the rocking chair, frowned slightly, and sighed, "The one before is still more comfortable."
"Sure enough, when people get old, they miss the past."
Po Meng glanced at Wang Ye intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be talking to herself.
"You tricked me twice in a row."
"She is indeed the fourth sister of the underworld."
Wang Ye praised it and put the rocking chair aside casually, not even interested in looking at it again.
"Forget it being called Fourth Sister by others."
"You said you can't afford it."
Po Meng shook her head gently.
...
"Okay, let's get down to business first."
"The long-eared Buddha is not dead."
It seemed that the topic was a bit heavy. Wang Ye coughed slightly and changed the topic.
Po Meng was startled for a moment, then sat up in the rocking chair and frowned slightly.
Wang Ye took out the relic belonging to Long Ear and placed it on the wooden table. The shadow of Long Ear Buddha appeared above the relic. He clasped his hands in front of Po Meng and bowed slightly: "I have seen Po Meng."
"Not dead?"
"Then just one more stab, it's easy."
With that said, Po Meng took out the pair of scissors and started to strike in the direction of the Long-Eared Buddha.
The long-eared Buddha's expression changed. He didn't expect that Meng Po would be so decisive. She didn't even give herself a chance to greet him. She hurriedly turned her head and looked at Wang Ye for help.
"He surrendered."
"If you want to mess with me now, it would be a pity to kill the monster."
"At least it's nice to have special effects when you go out. And this guy still has a lot of information in his belly that he hasn't dug out yet."
Wang Ye hesitated for a moment, then said: "By the way, do you have any way to control him?"
"Did you vote?"
"It fits his character."
Po Meng sneered, and then came to the relic. After feeling the current state of the Long-eared Buddha, she was a little curious: "How lucky are you to survive? By chance, shouldn't your life be cut off?"
She praised a little, and then placed her wrinkled palms on the head of the long-eared Buddha's phantom, in a grasping shape, as if she was pumping something.
Soon, the long-eared Buddha's expression became a little painful.
Then a jet-black gas floated out from its Heavenly Spirit Cap, surging in Po Meng's palm.
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