In the damp and dark room, only a little light shines in through the cracks in the window. Zhang Wei was in a daze and tried to penetrate the window with his spiritual consciousness to check the situation outside. As soon as his spiritual consciousness touched the window, there was a strong stinging pain, as if thousands of silver needles were piercing his head. He was in great pain.
As a former hanging wire, Zhang Wei's toughness is much stronger than it appears. When he encounters a nail, he will not flinch and will hit his consciousness again.
When an egg hits a rock, the egg always rots. Several times in a row, his consciousness almost collapsed and his head almost exploded.
"Grandson, what are you locking me up here for? If you have any questions, hurry up, there's no need for this!"
Zhang Wei covered his head, roaring and cursing, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
There was no response, it was quiet, as if this place had been forgotten.
After an unknown amount of time, a bright light emitted from one side of the wall, followed by a wave-like ups and downs. Hu Yihui and Chen Zimeng appeared and walked in from the air.
Zhang Wei, who was huddled in the corner with his hair as messy as a chicken coop, raised his head and looked coldly at Hu Yihui and Chen Zimeng with a pair of red eyes.
"Your eyes can't kill me at all. Why bother making such a gesture? You are a smart man. Now get up and sit at the table. Let's discuss it slowly."
Hu Yihui waved his hand, and the room suddenly became brighter.
It turned out to be an antique room. In addition to the beauty screen of unknown age and the scarlet carpet, there were also ancient landscape paintings and paintings of beauties on the surrounding walls.
If there were a few ancient people sitting here, it would look like a picture of the homes of wealthy people in ancient times.
Hu Yihui pointed to the paintings on the wall and said to Chen Zimeng with a smile: "That Emperor Zhu, among other things, has good taste! The room is well decorated."
Chen Zimeng rolled her eyes at Hu Yihui, "You don't need to tell me that he was an emperor after all."
Seeing the two of them talking and laughing freely, Zhang Wei sneered, stood up, walked over, and sat down on the chair.
"Hey, sister Zimeng, have you noticed that Brother Zhang Weiwei's cold snort looks very manly!"
Hu Yihui had a joking expression on his face.
Chen Zimeng was stunned for a moment, then said with a sweet smile: "Yes, my little heart was beating wildly because of this cold snort."
Zhang Wei was so angry that his head was smoking when he heard these two little boys, one fifteen or sixteen years old and one seventeen or eighteen years old, teasing him.
"Brother Zhang Weiwei, you have been with Master Chu for a long time. Why haven't you learned any skills? Is it because Master Chu refuses to teach you or you are too stupid!"
Hu Yihui continued to tease Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei was still in his twenties after all. How could he be toyed with by a teenage child? He closed his eyes on the spot and ignored Hu Yihui.
"Hey, Brother Zhang Weiwei is angry. Sister Zimeng, why don't you say a few nice words to comfort Brother Zhang Weiwei's injured little heart."
Hu Yihui said with a smile.
Chen Zimeng also became interested and deliberately imitated Lin Chiling's baby voice, "Brother Zhang Weiwei, brother Yihui is just joking, don't be so stingy!"
Zhang Wei opened his eyes, frowned and said: "Xiaohui, Sister Rong and I are good friends. If you do this to me, if Sister Rong knows about it?"
Before Zhang Wei finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hu Yihui, "Don't mention her to me, I have no feelings for her at all!"
The more he said this, the more he cared. Zhang Wei's heart moved and he continued: "What happened between you and the Taoist Priest was that you attacked the Taoist Priest first. Since you are not dead, why not let go of the past? Sister Rong, um, you Mom and the Taoist priest have a good personal relationship, so there is room for change."
Like a barrel of explosives, Hu Yihui jumped over, grabbed Zhang Wei's collar, and shouted viciously: "Don't mention Xu Jiarong in front of me again. It's their business to have a personal relationship. My plan will be carried out to the end, and everyone will." Climb at my feet."
Zhang Wei was startled by Hu Yihui's insane look. He was stunned for a long time before he sneered: "What are you shouting about? If you don't mention it, don't mention it. Why did you catch me?"
Hu Yihui's distorted face suddenly relaxed, and his hands loosened Zhang Wei's collar. He raised his buttocks, sat on the table, and looked down at Zhang Wei.
"I want you to help me kill Taoist Master Chu"
Zhang Wei seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He stood up and patted Hu Yihui's immature cheek with his dirty hands.
"Let me do what you can't do yourself. Don't say that I am no different from an ant in front of the Taoist priest. Even if I have the strength to fight, I will not go against him."
Hu Yihui didn't care about Zhang Wei's unreasonable behavior, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"He took your system and treated you as his disciple. You don't hate him at all. Without him, your identity as the host of the system, beautiful women, mansions, yachts, private jets, and supreme power would mean nothing! "
Zhang Wei was silent for a while, looking at Hu Yihui like a fool.
"Little brat, how old are you? Your mind is full of beauties and yachts. Can you pursue a simpler life?"
Hu Yihui was choked by Zhang Wei's words and couldn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an unlit candle on the table.
With a thought in his heart, he asked: "Brother Zhang Weiwei, do you think candles are fun?"
Zhang Wei didn't react and shook his head stupidly.
“What’s so fun about candles?”
Hu Yihui stretched out his finger and clicked it twice in succession, immobilizing Zhang Wei and lighting the candle.
Looking at the burning candle, Zhang Wei immediately understood the meaning of Hu Yihui's words.
This little kid in front of me wants to play with dripping wax.
"Old guy born in the 1990s, today I want you to know how powerful our Queen of Balls is!"
Hu Yihui picked up the candle with his left hand and pulled off Zhang Wei's shirt with his right hand, with a playful smile on his face.
Although he was immobilized, Zhang Wei, who could still speak, quickly said: "Xiaohui, Sister Rong and I are good friends. Sister Rong likes the Taoist priest. If one day they get together and become Taoist couples, we will be a family." ”
People who are in urgent need of treatment like to seek medical treatment randomly, and Zhang Wei made such a mistake.
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Yihui kicked Zhang Wei down, sat on Zhang Wei's body, and dripped the wax inside the candle.
Because all the magic power in his body was imprisoned, his physique was knocked back to its original shape. As soon as the wax oil got on his body, Zhang Wei let out a scream.
The bronze chest, which originally had a few hairs, turned a little red on the spot.
"Hu, when I get out, I will use the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty to kill you!"
While Zhang Wei screamed, he did not forget to say harsh words.
"You reminded me of the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Today I will play the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty." Hu Yihui poured wax oil on Zhang Wei's body and said with a smile, "You born in the 1980s and 1990s are really happy. You can It is of the same era as so many classic films. After all, we can only watch a group of young people with paralyzed faces showing off their hard work."
Zhang Wei heard that the other party was going to use the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty to deal with him, and he quickly said something nice, "Hey, Xiaohui, I just made a joke with you. If we don't fight, we won't know each other. Let's make friends."
Hu Yihui stopped what he was doing and had a playful expression on his face.
"Have you agreed to help me kill Taoist Master Chu?"
