Wang Ye had a strange expression when he heard Po Meng's words.
"The person you are talking about cannot be Lu Qing."
"By the way, who is Lu Qing and where is he?"
"I didn't know his identity for a day, and I felt like I was being stared at by a poisonous snake."
Wang Ye suddenly sat up and looked at Po Meng for a sudden attack.
However, Meng Po didn't take the move. She obviously already knew what kind of piss-prone person Wang Ye was. She just glanced at him lightly and fell into a false sleep again.
The raid failed.
Wang Ye was not discouraged by this. The days to come were still long, and Lu Qing would be dug out sooner or later.
He even once suspected that Lu Qing was Zhang Ziliang. After all, the two people's behavior styles were so similar, both were terrifyingly calm and a little shameless.
But later he gradually dismissed the idea.
Although Zhang Ziliang is the same type of person as Lu Qing to a certain extent, they are fundamentally different.
Zhang Ziliang was thinking about the human race.
What Lu Qing was thinking about was the underworld.
If Zhang Ziliang is really Lu Qing, then everything he does is meaningless.
Or...
Then he doesn't deserve to be called Zhang Ziliang.
"What about...Xiao Wu?"
"Do you know who Xiao Wu is referring to? Your underworld's intelligence system is so advanced, so you should know where he is. Are you in danger?"
Wang Ye changed the topic and asked again.
This time, Po Meng did not answer Wang Ye immediately, but remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "He...is not in danger."
"I believe you have guessed his identity. The techniques he practices are a bit strange, so the method of recovery is different from ours. He is destined to go through many twists and turns."
"We...are all waiting for his return."
After thinking for a long time, Meng Po looked at Wang Ye and said.
Wang Ye's brows furrowed: "You are waiting for his return, what about me?"
"I don't care what his previous identity was, but he is Xiao Wu now..."
"And you need him, but is this really what he is willing to bear..."
"Perhaps you have your own considerations, but from my point of view, perhaps Xiao Wu now is his true self. In other words, if he really wanted to be revived, he might have been able to do it long ago."
"But he has not recovered for a long time, which means it is self-evident."
Po Meng shook her head: "Yeah, maybe he doesn't want to, but this is his responsibility, and it is also the obligation that each of us old immortals need to bear."
"No matter how much I resist in my heart, I still have no choice but to do it."
"We are not qualified to act as we please, because the pressure on our shoulders is too great."
As she said that, Po Meng suddenly smiled bitterly: "Besides, the old me, or another me, was still Xiaosi. Why didn't you care about me?"
"When you hit me with a wooden stool, you didn't show mercy at all."
Seeing that Meng Po suddenly played the emotional card and even revealed Xiaosi's identity, she was immediately speechless and silent.
Because he knew that what Po Meng said... was right.
What I said before was a bit willful.
"So, you still admit that you are a mistress?"
Wang Ye changed the topic again.
But Po Meng shook her head solemnly: "Even I don't know whether I am Xiaosi or whether I only carry a little memory of Xiaosi."
"But... Xiaosi still exists."
"And I am Mrs. Meng, so this result is already very good."
"I'm getting older, why do I get tired just talking...I need to rest."
After saying that, Po Meng seemed to have really fallen asleep. Only the rocking chair was shaking slightly, and a wisp of breeze blew by, blowing the white hair on her old and wrinkled face, making her look more vicissitudes of life.
Originally, Wang Ye wanted to take this opportunity to find out more useful information from Po Meng, but in the end he remained silent.
He stood up gently, put away the rocking chair he brought with him, then glanced at Po Meng again, and finally disappeared on the street.
After Wang Ye left.
Po Meng suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Wang Ye's leaving back, and murmured to herself: "Why can't you give me more trust..."
"I...came earlier than him..."
…
Three days passed.
In the past three days, Wang Ye did not make any extra moves except sneaking out of the city.
Just stay at home quietly.
Occasionally, I would stroll on the streets and watch the crowds of people gradually increase, or sit on the rooftop and watch the sunrise and sunset.
This kind of peaceful time allowed Wang Ye, who had been a little anxious for several months, to calm down again.
After the trip to Yaochi, many things will be put on the agenda.
I don’t know how difficult the road ahead will be.
Both he and Zhang Ziliang are preparing for that day.
Although it looks like a mantis trying to block a car, it's so ridiculous.
but...
But it's all they can do.
"It's time to go."
Wang Ye looked at the sun rising in the sky, lazily stood up from the rooftop, stretched out, like a boy next door who had just woken up, looking very gentle.
No one would have imagined how many mountains of corpses and seas of blood they had seen beneath this appearance, and how many times they had narrowly escaped death while dancing on the tip of a knife.
Even with the blessing of the post office, how much price will an ordinary person have to pay to achieve this in just a few months?
Some people may say that he is cold-blooded and greedy.
And indeed it is.
If you are not cold-blooded, you will not live long in this era.
greedy...
You are about to lose your life, why should you talk about being greedy or not?
There is such a person who is selfless and sacrifices himself for others... Yang Chen is dead.
The old man guarding the city is also dead.
Including those three hundred superpowers.
Wang Ye admired them, but he could never do this.
"I hope it goes well this time. Speaking of which, the Chinese New Year is almost here..."
Looking down at his own city again, Wang Ye's gentle smile gradually disappeared and returned to its original coldness.
No one knows which face is a disguise and which one is the real self.
Take out the relics of the Long-eared Buddha from the cloth bag and hide it in the specially prepared clothes layer, and hang the Kisashi sword at your waist.
A sedan chair exuding a pure ghostly aura suddenly appeared on the rooftop.
Then...
Four little ghosts made of paper carried the sedan with dull expressions, while Wang Ye sat in the sedan.
soon...
The kid carried the sedan and disappeared outside the gate of hell.
And just in the afternoon after Wang Ye left, news came from Tianzhu's headquarters in Beijing...
Half a month later...
new year!
Live normally!
This caused an uproar, and countless people cried with joy.
Since the eternal night, they haven't celebrated any festivals for a long time.
