Another wave of temptation.
Wang Ye's expression turned cold, as if he was very emotionally unstable. He coughed violently again, causing the odor on his body to spread far away, and even the wounds on his body cracked and stained his clothes red.
"Captain Zhao, what do you mean!"
"Are you still testing me?"
"Think I can't find my room?"
"I shed my blood for Heaven and came back with serious injuries. There is no merit but hard work!"
"I can accept a tragic death in the outside world, but I cannot accept the organization's distrust of me!"
Wang Ye's voice suddenly became louder, his eyes turned red, he looked at Zhao Hai and shouted!
This shout attracted the attention of several passing soldiers!
One of the soldiers looked at Wang Ye, and then subconsciously glanced at a residential house. Then he smelled the disgusting odor on Wang Ye's body, held his breath, and sped away.
Wang Ye, who had been looking around with his peripheral vision, noticed the soldier's movements at the first moment, but did not make any movement. Instead, he stared at Zhao Hai angrily.
Zhao Hai's face darkened, and he looked at Wang Ye with a hint of murderous intent, and soon returned to his friendly smile: "Zhou Cong, what are you doing?"
"I really didn't mean to test you."
"It's just that you are so seriously injured now. I don't see you entering the room, and I feel a little uneasy after all."
"After all, you are fighting for our heaven."
Although he said this, Zhao Hai's footsteps did not move at all, he was still looking at Wang Ye, and he had one hand behind his back that could not be detected.
"snort!"
Wang Ye snorted coldly, turned around, and walked towards one of the houses, his heartbeat speeding up at this moment.
I hope the soldier didn't have a fit and just took a look.
Entering the residence, Wang Ye closed the door heavily and glanced around the room for the first time. Finally, he relaxed after seeing a photo on the table.
That's right...
It's the third child's room.
His photo.
However, his face was still cold. He sat cross-legged on the bed, smelled the smell on his body, and cursed again: "That damn Taoist priest, you and I are irreconcilable!"
With a low roar, Wang Ye kicked the wooden table, smashing it into pieces, and then smashed many things before he managed to calm down, and then opened the windows and doors for ventilation.
But soon...
The stench was carried by the wind, drifting far away, and soon spread around the area.
For a moment, many people walked out of the room with some confusion. When they discovered that the smell of the pollution source came from Wang Ye's room, they couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Especially a few middle-aged people who looked enigmatic and reprimanded: "Zhou Cong, close the door, what are you talking about in broad daylight!"
It's completely the attitude of elders scolding younger ones.
This should be someone Zhou Cong cannot afford to offend, and he should have a certain status in heaven.
At least in terms of strength, he is much higher than Zhou Cong, barely reaching the strength of Arhat.
Wang Ye's face looked a little ugly, but he had no way to refute. He could only grit his teeth and closed the door and window again, looking very humiliated.
But after such a simple test, Wang Ye already had a rough idea of the strength of this small town.
Zhao Hai, who is responsible for the peripheral patrol, can only be said to be average in strength, barely reaching the king level, and is on par with Zhou Cong. The only difference is that Zhao Hai acts very cautiously, which is why he can become the patrol captain.
Similarly, when Wang Ye talked to him, he was able to tit for tat to a certain extent. After all, in comparison, his advantage was that he was young. Although he was cautious, he was a genius, and his attention should be similar or higher.
But here we are just close to the center of the town, and there are already Arhat-level masters.
What is the level of the buildings in the real center?
this...
It can't be the real hiding place of Heaven.
Wang Ye's expression was somewhat solemn and he became quiet.
the other side.
After seeing Wang Ye return to the room, Zhao Hai slowly loosened his hands behind his back, put away the cold look in his eyes, regained his smile, and bowed slightly to the several Arhat-level masters who appeared around him, expressing He paid his respects, then quickened his pace and walked towards the center.
It is somewhat similar to the meaning of a village in a town.
In the center of the town, there is a separate village with only four thatched houses. It looks very ordinary, but it is very abruptly separated from the surrounding towns.
In the center of the four thatched houses is a loft that looks very simple and magnificent.
There are three words hanging on the plaque above.
'Treasure Pavilion'
...
At the entrance of the village in the town, there were also several soldiers wearing golden armor standing, but their expressions were a little stiff, and they were firmly guarding the entrance of the village.
Even if he saw Zhao Hai, he would stop him without hesitation.
"I have an emergency, please see Mr. Xingjun."
Zhao Hai looked very respectful to these golden-armored soldiers. He paused obediently and explained.
"Wait."
One of the golden-armored soldiers glanced at Zhao Hai with cold eyes, then turned and entered the village.
After a while, he walked out, looked at Zhao Hai and said, "Go in!"
"Good job."
A porcelain bottle appeared in Zhao Hai's hand, and he took the opportunity to turn sideways and handed it to the golden armored soldier in a subtle way.
"presumptuous!"
The golden-armored soldier glanced at the extra porcelain bottle in his hand and scolded him fiercely: "Behave yourself from now on and don't make small moves!"
As he spoke, the golden-armored soldier put the porcelain bottle into his arms.
"Okay, I'll do it next time."
Zhao Hai said with a smile, without any panic in his eyes, and then trotted to the first thatched house, clenched his fist nervously, and then gently knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A faint voice sounded.
Zhao Hai gently pushed open the door, walked in carefully, and then closed the door carefully.
About half an hour later, Zhao Haicai walked out of the room again with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Then he quickened his pace, walked out of the village, returned to the town, and started his own work again as if nothing had happened.
But Wang Ye in the room was sitting on the only remaining bed, thinking non-stop.
I have only seen Zhou Cong twice, and more than half of the character's psychological settings are based on speculation. Even with Zhang Ziliang's help, it is impossible to restore it 100%.
so...
You will definitely have loopholes.
Zhao Hai had doubts about himself. Although he didn't know which link had gone wrong, Wang Ye was very sure about it.
