"is there a problem?"
After hearing Zhang Ziliang's words, Wang Ye was startled and asked.
Zhang Ziliang shook his head: "I can't think of an absolutely safe plan. The risk is too great. The main opponent is the opponent in heaven, who has not surfaced yet. I don't know his style and tactics."
"If he is a person with my personality, and he is just a little suspicious, and he won't even confirm it, and he will die first, then you are going to die calmly."
"Whether you are good to the human race or the Tian group, your value is too great. If you die like this, the gain will outweigh the loss."
...
In other words, if his value was not great, would Zhang Ziliang, an old guy like him, really fool him into giving it a try?
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang resentfully.
"There is no 100% perfect plan. Any benefits come with risks."
“The greater the benefit, the greater the risk, that’s fair.”
"If you don't even dare to try, then you might as well just wash it off and wait for death, and then choose a satisfactory cemetery for yourself."
Zhang Ziliang shook his head: "I will never let anyone die without value."
"After all, everyone only has one life. If they die in vain because of my mistake, it would be a dereliction of duty on my part."
Zhang Ziliang's voice was very decisive.
"But I think it's okay to give it a try."
"Even if something goes wrong, there's still no possibility of me escaping."
"And if the treasure house of heaven is really obtained, it will be of high value to us!"
Wang Ye argued hard.
For a moment, the two stared at each other, refusing to give an inch.
Neither one convinced the other.
"Let's not mention anything else. First of all, the most important point is, can you guarantee that your face-changing props can deceive real masters?"
"If something goes wrong during the disguise process, it means you are already a dead person before you enter the town."
"As for how to die, it depends on whether the other party wants to use you to obtain higher benefits."
"..."
"Yes! It can be like this!"
Halfway through Zhang Ziliang's words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he slammed the table. Soon, he took a long puff of cigarette and stopped talking to Wang Ye.
After a long time, he looked at Wang Ye: "I thought of a way. Your safety rate can reach 70%, and the chance of successfully stealing the treasure pavilion is 30%."
"This is the most perfect method I can think of."
Thirty percent...
Can.
Wang Ye subconsciously ignored his own safety rate and instead focused on the Treasure Pavilion.
"Tell me."
After all, if Heavenly Court really arranges heavy troops to guard the Tibetan Armed Forces Pavilion, there is a 30% chance that it can be done in public, which is already a very exaggerated probability.
Zhang Ziliang put out the cigarette butt, rubbed his temples, and then said solemnly: "First of all, you still pretend to be that person. The first hurdle is whether the mask will be seen through. If so, then activate the backup plan. I’ll talk about this later. If you don’t see through it, just lurk normally.”
"There's no need to pretend to have amnesia anymore. According to you, didn't the third child betray Chu Tian at a critical moment and get nothing in the end?"
"So as long as you act in a bad mood, you will be bad-tempered to everyone."
"Even if the higher-ups in Heaven asked you, you would only say that you were in a bad mood and needed to rest for a few days."
"Of course, there's still a risk of getting caught because you don't even know who your teacher is."
"And in my plan, it doesn't matter."
"If you perform very well on the spot and have not been discovered, then everything will be easy. You just need to follow the steps step by step, pick a suitable moment, and see if you can sneak into the treasure pavilion with the token, but if you are discovered... ..”
Zhang Ziliang's voice suddenly paused, and he subconsciously looked at the sky. Finally, he wrote two lines of words on the paper and put it in Wang Ye's hand.
Wang Ye looked at the words on the paper, nodded slightly, and then used the lighter on the table to light the paper.
In this case, it can indeed increase the chance of survival to a certain extent.
"But although the safety rate is 80%, I still don't recommend you go."
"Eighty percent, rounded to zero."
"This is too dangerous."
Zhang Ziliang still did not give up and continued to persuade Wang Ye.
Wang Ye suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Ziliang, chuckled and said, "When I first emerged, everyone called me a gambler."
"Do you know what my safety rate was at that time?"
"Every time... the chance of survival reaches 30%, which is already thank God."
"What I pursue is never to live in embarrassment, but when one day, the world is peaceful and the sun shines on this land, I can put down all vigilance and be wary, and be able to sit on the beach, bask in the sun, and drink A glass of cold juice."
"Or stay at home, play games, and take a nap when you're tired."
"Perhaps before Eternal Night, these things were within easy reach for everyone, but for me, this is the belief that keeps me going."
"Nothing can be 100% safe. You may be killed by a meteorite while walking on the road."
"So, I cherish my life, but sometimes I am willing to risk my life and give it a try."
"Only by constantly arming yourself can you live for a long time... and see the day when the world is at peace."
After listening to Wang Ye's words, Zhang Ziliang fell silent and did not continue to dissuade him.
After a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I wish you a smooth trip and look forward to your triumphant return."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang's face suddenly turned pale, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.
Wang Ye, with quick eyes and quick hands, supported him, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your body? You're so weak?"
"Haha, didn't you give me a seed then?"
"The kind that can avoid being probed."
"I experimented. As long as the supply of spiritual power is maintained, and if nothing happens, I can cut off the growing seedling with a knife on the edge of the heart, and it can only start to grow again."
"In this way, the shielding ability can always be maintained."
Zhang Ziliang took a deep breath, stood firm, and said with a smile, his voice calm, as if it was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.
"It's not necessary..."
"With your strength, if you continue like this, you probably won't be able to live for a few more years."
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang and said.
Zhang Ziliang sat back on the chair, lit a cigarette again, a little lost in thought, and murmured to himself: "A few years...enough..."
"Only by shielding myself from other people's probing can I rest assured..."
