"I'm so scared!"
"Am I really scared of being a young master?"
Wang Ye sneered, silently took out his ghost sword and slapped it on the coffee table.
Because of the excessive force, the glass on the coffee table cracked, and the Oni Sashimi sword exuded a faint coolness.
...
Zhang Ziliang put away the ferocious expression on his face, glanced at the Ghost Sword, then at Wang Ye, coughed, and sat back on the sofa very naturally: "Just kidding, why are you so sensitive?"
"oh."
"I was joking too."
"Why are you so sensitive? Can I really kill you?"
Wang Ye groaned, gently picked up the ghost knife, and kept wiping it.
I don't know why, but Zhang Ziliang always feels a chill on his neck.
"Strong man!"
"We have something to discuss."
The characteristic of Zhang Ziliang is that he is quick to show off, and quick to give in. The sneer returned to his face, and he glanced at Wang Ye with a resentful look and said.
"What if Heavenly Court and Lingshan don't go according to your plan?"
"They already suffered a loss once when making New Year's resolutions because they wanted to lose face."
"So I'm still not sure."
After joking for a while, Wang Ye put away his messy thoughts and brought the topic back to business.
Zhang Ziliang looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water: "As I said, just die."
"After all, our team is too big and expanding too fast, so we will naturally suffer a lot on defense."
"That old bastard Li Xinghe still doesn't agree with the self-destruction plan I proposed."
"So what can we do if we don't take such a big gamble?"
"Otherwise, even if it is divided equally among eleven cities, what kind of trouble will it cause?"
"Besides, they probably won't do this, because they just want to establish their power and are not really eager to destroy the human race."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang leaned comfortably on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table, showing a very relaxed state.
....
Wang Ye was silent for a moment and nodded: "So, what do I need to do during the third eternal night?"
"run!"
Zhang Ziliang said without any hesitation: "Run as far as you can, it's best to go deep into the wasteland and never come back before three eternal nights."
"Your fighting power alone will not have any impact on the situation."
"This is no longer a problem that can be solved by individual force."
"Your potential is far from over. What you need most is time. This time... Tianzhu can give you."
"In the final analysis... Tianzhu lacks a top-level combat capability. Without this combat capability, no matter how happy the Tianzhu is, it is just a joke."
"Now, the only person in Tianzhu who has a chance is you."
"If you can get to that point before those two people in Lingshan and Heaven recover, there is still hope for everything."
"If you can't get there... you will eventually perish."
"As hard as it is for you, it's your only chance of survival."
"The next team no longer needs brains, but strength."
"So... you must survive and run as far as possible. Even before you reach that state, you must not leave the mountain."
Zhang Ziliang's emotions did not fluctuate when he said this, because in his mind, this is the most cost-effective route. Even everyone's life or death depends only on whether they appear in the optimal solution plan...
"To be on the safe side, I will prepare five women with good genes and talents to go with you."
"If after you come out of the mountain, the human race has really... reached its decline, reproduction will depend on you."
"Of course, I will spread out similar combinations to twenty groups."
"Even if only five groups of people survive in the end, breeding with each other will not affect the intelligence of future generations."
...
Looking at Zhang Ziliang's thoughtful face, Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
This old guy...
Aren't you being a hooligan?
You can still play like this!
"how about you?"
But soon, Wang Ye realized that Zhang Ziliang has always been a pragmatist. Everyone has their own value and bargaining chip in his heart. Usually in other plans, Zhang Ziliang is the one with higher value, so he will In your survival plan, include yourself.
Can...
From beginning to end this time, Wang Ye didn't hear Zhang Ziliang's positioning of himself.
Zhang Ziliang smiled freely: "I built a safe house in the wasteland. When the time comes, I will check in in advance and control it remotely."
"Um."
"That's good."
Wang Ye nodded slightly.
Sure enough, the old fox had more problems than he thought about the way out.
"Boss, we've finished talking about the business..."
"look..."
Zhang Ziliang's eyes flashed with thief, and he once again focused his attention on the storage bag on Wang Ye's waist.
Wang Ye opened the storage bag with a headache, took out three cloth bags, and threw them on the coffee table.
"A bag of weapons."
"A bag of plant-based medicine."
"There is another bag, which is water from the Merit Pool, Yao Pool..."
"I'm really drained by you this time. Yaochi water increases mental power. It's a powerful medicine, so use it with caution."
"I don't need to explain the Merit Pool Water. I gave you some before."
With that said, Wang Ye stood up as if running for his life, walked quickly towards the door, and paused when he opened the door: "By the way, those five girls... don't make arrangements for me, I can't stand it. this."
"Tch, you're still shy."
"Okay, but remember...you must run!"
Zhang Ziliang clicked his tongue in surprise and glanced at Wang Ye teasingly, but his tone gradually became serious.
"This is not the time for you to be willful."
"Whether you survive or not is related to the future of Tianzhu and the human race."
"So...you don't live for yourself."
"Do not disappoint me."
....
Wang Ye fell silent, and after a long time he nodded gently: "Okay."
After saying that, Wang Ye took a deep breath and finally left.
Almost as soon as Wang Ye left Zhang Ziliang's office, Zhang Ziliang, who seemed to be lying leisurely on the sofa, turned pale instantly and spurted out a mouthful of blood, turning the cracked coffee table red.
He stretched out his right hand tremblingly, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out two pills, and almost used all his strength to bring it to his mouth and swallowed it.
After doing all this, the porcelain bottle in Zhang Ziliang's hand fell to the ground because he was not holding it firmly. He was panting hard and sweat continued to appear on his forehead.
Until ten minutes later...
Zhang Ziliang's face turned rosy again. He sat upright on the sofa and smiled bitterly: "I almost can't pretend anymore..."
