Mao Yongan's expression gradually became serious.
Generally speaking, as long as the dignity of Daocheng is involved, Mao Yongan will always have a sense of collective honor and become very stubborn and persistent.
Of course, except for Po Meng.
"Daozi...I have been one before."
"You are the weakest Taoist disciple I have ever seen."
The middle-aged man's expression was still very cold, and he said calmly: "But your courage is commendable, just barely."
As he spoke, he walked forward on his own.
An invisible murderous aura forced Mao Yong'an to subconsciously take two steps back and give way to the door. The middle-aged man gently opened the door, walked in, and closed the door smoothly.
Unknowingly, a drop of cold sweat flowed down Mao Yongan's temples.
This person...
very scary!
Murderous aura itself has no substantive effect, it is just like a person's temperament.
But the murderous intention of the middle-aged man can already affect people's mentality, which is very scary.
You have to kill so many people to hone your current aura.
Mao Yongan moved his stiff body slightly, and the words he said before the middle age kept echoing in his mind.
The former Taoist...
Is this the strength of the older generation of Taoists?
Compared to him, I was so weak.
but...
I believe that I will surpass him sooner or later!
Thinking about it, Mao Yongan adjusted his mentality again, with surging fighting spirit in his eyes.
On the other side, Wang Ye sat on the wooden table in the room, looked at Po Meng and said, "I will take over this task!"
"Let's take another look at the price."
"First of all, you just said to tell me how to use the wooden table and chairs, but you didn't say to give me the wooden table together."
"So don't try to trick me. The rewards are convenient, so be sure to include the wooden table."
"Secondly, this reward is far inferior to the crisis and is completely insufficient."
"In the real sense...the place where we first met, you know where I'm talking about. It is said that there is a space fragment. If it is not from the underworld, I need someone from the underworld to accompany me in. I want the things there. ”
In order to prevent anyone from peeping, Wang Ye used this sentence as a warning. The existence of Po Meng has been a mystery since ancient times. Only A Nian, her, and himself knew the truth.
So even if someone listens, you don't have to worry about exposing your position.
Po Meng nodded lightly: "Okay."
"There is one last condition."
"In the wasteland, thirty miles south of Shili Cemetery, there is a residence. Inside, there is an old guy who has just recovered from heaven. He almost took away my body. I am very unhappy."
With that said, Wang Ye stood up: "Open the door. If there is nothing else to do, I will go in."
Po Meng nodded slightly and saw Wang Ye take out several daggers made of gold from the cloth bag and wrap them around his wrists and ankles respectively.
He also took out a huge hand crossbow with an exaggerated shape and a slightly ferocious look, and carried it behind his back.
Finally, countless golden needles were hidden in every corner of the body.
He took out the hemp rope from ancient times and hung it around his waist.
All at once armed.
Especially this time, he deliberately brought out several special smoke bombs and pistols with golden bullets from the ghost gate warehouse, and put them all in various pockets.
He wasn't sure whether he could continue to use the bag after going in. To be on the safe side, it would be more appropriate to leave it outside.
The gong that he had eliminated for a long time was hung on his chest again, holding a bone chopping knife in his right hand.
There is also a soul lamp tied at the end of the hemp rope.
Fortunately, before leaving, Wang Ye rummaged through Zhang Ziliang's desk again and found that he had not taken this thing away...
Otherwise, Wang Ye would not have the confidence to go in.
As for the supernatural items that ordinary people could use, Wang Ye finally identified them after screening them for half an hour.
Even for safety reasons...
He also painted a layer of gold paint on the surface of his skin, which made it look golden and full of expensive atmosphere.
"By the way, I was rewarded with a ghost uniform in previous missions. This thing has been broken for a long time."
"Please give me an advance in advance."
After doing this, Wang Ye still felt that it was not enough. He hesitated, looked at Po Meng and said.
At this time, Po Meng had already froze in place. Looking at Wang Ye, who was dressed like a hedgehog, she didn't know what to say for a moment.
If possible, he felt that Wang Ye could even drive a tank made of pure gold in...
In fact, Wang Ye also had some regrets.
Zhang Xiao researched and developed the magnetron cannon installed outside the city gate. It is too big and inconvenient to pick up. Otherwise, if he carries one in, he should not say that it will sweep, but the safety will be greatly improved.
"good!"
Meng Po almost said this good word through gritted teeth. She reached into the void, pulled out a familiar ghost uniform, and threw it in front of Wang Ye.
"This long-lost sense of security!"
Wang Ye gently touched the ghost uniform and said with some sigh, then glanced at Po Meng shyly: "Well, I need to change clothes, how about I get out of here?"
Po Meng snorted deeply, turned and left.
Wang Ye, on the other hand, leisurely changed into his ghost uniform, feeling more secure again. Then he took advantage of Po Meng's opportunity outside, glanced at the crutch leaning against the wall, and cursed secretly.
Depend on!
This crutch is a supernatural item!
He was framed by Po Meng last time!
Wang Ye retreated calmly and said to Po Meng outside the door: "Okay, open the door."
Mrs. Meng returned to the grocery store again, entered the counter, took out a rusty key, inserted it gently, and then said with a serious expression: "Just think about it, it's easy to get in, but hard to get out."
"And this is just the entrance. The exit is a bronze door that appears randomly in the wasteland. If you are in a dangerous zone, you will still die."
Wang Ye nodded lightly: "If you don't work hard, you will still die in two months. It's just a few days earlier. Let's do it!"
Po Meng didn't do any ink, and directly opened the door a small crack: "Three hundred miles ahead, there is a huge river named Wangchuan. The water in the river can make people lose their minds, such as amnesia, chaos, and stupidity. Be careful, don't Planted on it."
"The emperor is sealed by the river, entangled by the chains of Lingshan. You can use your discretion to unblock the specific methods."
"After the emperor unblocks it, he will naturally hand over that person's belongings to you."
"fast forward!"
Po Meng spoke very quickly, and finally opened the door a little more, barely enough for one person to pass through.
But it seemed that it was very difficult to open the door, and Po Meng suddenly shouted.
At this moment, Wang Ye entered through the gap and finally disappeared.
After he entered, Po Meng slammed the door, locked it again, and breathed lightly. It was obvious that opening the door took a lot of her energy.
"People of heaven..."
"Ah!"
"Why are you lazy again and don't tell me this kind of thing?"
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