At this time, the three cloth bags on the coffee table were all stained with blood. Zhang Ziliang picked them up, looked at them, and murmured to himself: "There are so many..."
"Wang Ye...it's not easy either."
"There should be fewer deaths."
As he said that, he carefully put away the three bags and smiled to himself: "I didn't expect that I, Zhang Ziliang, would never lie when I sent others to die, but when it came to me, I became less honest. "
Ghost energy surges.
Yang Chen's figure silently appeared behind Zhang Ziliang.
"Give the Yaochi water and plants and herbs to Zhang Xiao, and the rest...send them to Li Xinghe."
Zhang Ziliang handed the three bags into Yang Chen's hands and asked seriously.
Now he...
Even the energy for walking is saved.
"I...want...to be...by your side."
Yang Chen held the cloth bag, looked at Zhang Ziliang and shook his head with a very stiff attitude.
Zhang Ziliang smiled: "Why...protect me?"
"Don't worry, at least I won't die until you come back."
"I'm still counting on you to help push my wheelchair."
...
Yang Chen stared at Zhang Ziliang for a long time before his figure slowly disappeared.
"all gone..."
"It's so quiet."
Zhang Ziliang looked at his empty office, sighed, and then sat on the rocking chair by the window, closed his eyes, and hummed a tune softly, his face full of enjoyment.
…
Countdown to three eternal nights, three days!
With a slightly tired look on her face, Mrs. Meng returned to the No. 7 grocery store and sat on the rocking chair, recovering the energy she had spent in the recent period.
The door of the shop next door has been locked. Zhou Han and Lu Dongbin didn't know where they went.
There was almost no loud noise audible inside the Gate of Hell, but it was a bit frighteningly suppressed.
Inside the cell...
At this time, all the people guarding Zhao Hai had left, and the place was empty. However, Zhao Hai did not have any thoughts of running away. He lay leisurely in the cell every day, as if he was going on vacation. No one could have imagined that Zhao Hai was a Dying person.
"Only three days."
Zhao Hai picked up the stone, drew another path on the wall, murmured to himself, then patted the dust on his hands and sat up.
"It's time to go out and take a look."
"I don't know what Zhang Ziliang has planned."
"If I die before I leave the army, I've put myself in a trap."
Zhao Hai shook his head in amusement and stood at the door of the cell and shouted: "Is there anyone there? If I guessed correctly, Zhang Ziliang should have issued a new order to allow me to go out."
pity...
No one responded to him.
But Zhao Hai didn't feel any embarrassment. He put his hand on the cell door very calmly and pushed it gently.
Sure enough, the cell door opened.
There was no accident. Zhao Hai stepped out calmly, stood outside the door, glanced at the gloomy sky, and smiled with satisfaction: "It feels good to bask in the sun."
"Why...why do people like sunshine?"
Leaving behind a philosophical question, Zhao Hai was like an old man taking a walk after dinner, walking on the streets behind the gate of hell with his hands behind his back.
The busy pedestrians and all the armed equipment around him didn't seem to affect him at all. On the contrary, he was still seriously commenting: "The energy is good, but it's a pity that the strength is a bit weak."
"What kind of weapon is this?"
"I'm really old, and I'm a little behind the times."
"This...should be a cannon. I've seen it in the information, but I don't know what its attack power is."
"The defenses on the east wall are still a bit weak and can easily become a breach."
"But with Zhang Ziliang's character, it is most likely a trap. I'm afraid it would be the most dangerous if he really attacks the east gate."
"It's not necessarily true. Whether it's true or false depends entirely on the thoughts of the planner."
"It's anyone's guess."
"That's right. Why do I want to do this? I have so much free time."
Zhao Hai smiled and visited the defenses at Guimen Pass again.
No one stopped him during the whole process, as if he was a transparent person.
But Zhao Hai knew...
This is respect for a dead person.
When he can really move around so unscrupulously in the gate of hell, it means that he is not far from death.
Zhang Ziliang would not let it go without being 100% sure that he would die with him.
It seems...
That medicine is indeed very effective.
"Our minister came to you and said he had something to discuss."
At this time, a supernatural being who was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old and still had a childish look on his face trotted up to Zhao Hai and said.
Zhao Hai nodded: "How old are you?"
"eighteen."
The superpower's voice was calm.
"It's a good age."
"Pity."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Zhao Hai patted the shoulder of this superpower and asked curiously.
The expression of the superpower didn't change at all, he just looked at Zhao Hai lightly: "Afraid."
"Then why don't you run away?"
Zhao Hai's interest became even stronger.
"If I run away, the people behind me will die."
“Someone has to give.”
"The minister is still waiting for you."
With that said, the supernatural being turned around and left, not even intending to lead the way.
Apparently...
Zhang Ziliang has absolute confidence in his control of the city.
"What a bunch of lunatics."
"I suddenly understood why Tianzhu could develop to this extent in just two years."
Zhao Hai looked at the departing figure of the superpower, his voice full of emotion, and then walked towards Zhang Ziliang's office with his hands behind his back.
…
"You came?"
"I am coming."
Zhang Ziliang fell weakly on the chair by the window and asked without looking back.
Zhao Hai replied.
It's like being an old friend for many years, with a tacit understanding.
Regarding Zhao Hai, Zhang Ziliang obviously had no hidden thoughts and was very calm.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, has it become so serious?"
Zhao Hai stood beside Zhang Ziliang and was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Ziliang's condition.
"if not?"
"hehe."
"I have accumulated energy for so many years, and if I want to mobilize it again, it will eventually cause some damage to my body."
Zhang Ziliang coughed twice, turned his head slightly, glanced at Zhao Hai, and said.
"Do you call this 'somewhat'? A big lunatic like you, leading a group of little lunatics... It's hard to imagine how terrifying Tianzhu will be if you are given ten years."
At this moment, a proud man like Zhao Hai looked at Zhang Ziliang with a little admiration and praise.
"But... aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"
"You can't beat me."
"As long as you die here, almost all of your plans will fail."
With that said, Zhao Hai took two steps forward and could almost touch Zhang Ziliang with just one stretch of his hand.
But Zhang Ziliang didn't even look back, he just looked out the window calmly: "We are all smart people, so don't say such things."
