Author: pure black gem

Shen Yi felt numb with sadness.

The old cat is a masterpiece from the Buddhist Kingdom, and he and Shangguan Shen fell into the hands of the Judge Mobile Team. Can they still survive?

Song Kutian patted Shen Yi on the shoulder and comforted:

"Don't worry, I tested my boss's tone, and the principal is very satisfied with you. To be honest, I used to be the principal's student, but he has never been as tolerant to us as he is to you."

"What I'm worried about is not this, but my two friends." Shen Yi sighed softly.

Song Kutian said: "Friend? Forget about that child, don't forget, the old cat is a Buddhist master, he led you here, if our secret hall hadn't sent a judge mobile team to follow you, and saved you at the critical moment One life, otherwise, you would have burped by now!"

Shen Yi smiled bitterly and said:

"Old Mao treats me well. He betrayed me this time, but he was forced by others and had no choice. Brother, you are a disciple of the Secret Hall. You should know the methods of punishing traitors in the Buddhist Kingdom. You should also know The Abi Hell that Buddhist monks often talk about really exists."

The methods used to torture people in the Buddhist kingdom are no less vicious than those of Taoists and demons.

Even, to a certain extent, it is a bit more vicious than the Taoism and the Demonic Way.

Shen Yi asked: "What would you and I do if we encountered this kind of situation? Will we die generously for our friends, or will we live an ignoble existence?"

Song Kutian fell silent for a moment.

Indeed, if he encountered this kind of situation, he would definitely die for his teammates, but not for his poor ways.

"Although Old Cat betrayed me once, I can't be unkind to him." Shen Yi said firmly.

Song Kutian looked at Shen Yi with a bit more appreciation.

People who are loyal are welcome wherever they go.

"Seriously, if you want to save the old cat, I suggest you go to the principal and ask him, maybe you can do it."

Song Kutian gave Shen Yi an idea.

"Looking for the principal?"

"Yes, as I said just now, the principal is very tolerant of you, or it can also be said to be love. It is not the kind of love between lovers, but the kind of love between elders and juniors. That's what the little grandson thought. If he wants to eat candy, grandpa will immediately pay for it without hesitation."

"Okay, stop talking!"

Shen Yi interrupted Song Kutian and continued.

He frowned slightly, stared at Song Kutian in front of him, and asked:

"Are you still hiding something from me?"

Song Kutian said without hesitation: "Of course, I am a disciple of the secret hall, and I am born with secrets."

"No, I mean why does the principal treat me so well?" Shen Yi asked doubtfully.

"Of course it's because you are useful to him." Song Kutian said.

"What use am I to the principal? What does he want from me?"

Shen Yi quickly asked.

Song Kutian shook his head: "Good brother, thank you for looking up to me. Principal Jin Hong is one of the senior officials of the secret hall. Although his cultivation is not high, he is deeply trusted by the master of the secret hall. What their senior officials think is not mine. What a little spy can know."

"To be honest, if I could guess what the higher-ups are thinking, I would have been promoted and made a fortune long ago."

Song Kutian sighed and said melancholy.

Shen Yi suddenly felt more and more irritable.

This feeling is very bad, very bad. When he was a child, his parents did the same thing when they were preparing to dig up his spiritual roots. They gave him good food and drink. Whatever he wanted, their parents gave him what he wanted. That was The happiest period of his childhood, until

"Hey, why do you look so ugly?"

Song Kutian asked.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly recalled my childhood." Shen Yi breathed heavily and forced a smile.

"I understand." Song Kutian also sighed: "When I was a child, my parents divorced and my mother remarried. I was beaten severely by my stepfather every day. It was really a terrible childhood."

Shen Yi looked at the garbage bugs who were facing the computer screen.

He asked: "By the way, what's the game the garbage bugs play?"

"It is a game developed by the Buddhist Kingdom specifically for brainwashing. This is a common trick used by the Buddhist Kingdom. They use games to control the people at the bottom of the city to achieve their own goals."

Song Kutian said very familiarly.

Shen Yi nodded, and then said: "I'll take a step first and go to see the principal."

"Okay, leave it here for me to handle," Song Kutian said.

Shen Yi took one last look at the man who lost his eyes and was in pain, as well as the garbage bugs who were addicted to the Internet and couldn't extricate themselves.

When Laomao is gone, Laomao Internet Cafe will also be closed.

And where will these garbage bugs go? Without online games, for the garbage bugs, it is like a baby without a pacifier. The only difference is that the baby will cry, but the garbage bugs will just endure in silence.

Shen Yi stopped thinking, walked out of here, and went all the way back to the second floor.

On the way back, you can see many corpses.

The battle between the Butcher Gang and the Poisonous Insect Gang has become increasingly fierce. Even the Blood Rat Gang on the 16th floor has joined in the fun. They are the deadly enemies of the Poisonous Insect Gang.

What's more, when the Poisonous Insect Gang attacked the Butcher Gang's secret cold storage, they also wanted to frame the crime on the Blood Rat Gang.

Naturally, the Blood Rat Gang will not miss this opportunity.

The Poisonous Chong Gang also brought in the Piggy Gang to help them.

This gang used to be in the butchering business, but they were severely suppressed by the Butcher Gang, so they are at odds with the Butcher Gang.

The elevator going to the upper floor was crowded with people who wanted to temporarily escape from the fifteenth floor.

Gang fights are fierce, and ordinary people's lives are not easy.

Return to the second floor.

Shen Yi went straight to the principal's office.

He stood at the door of the office, calmed down, and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Principal Jin Hong's generous voice sounded.

Shen Yi pushed the door open and entered.

"Shen Yi, do you have a problem with me?" The principal was meditating cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Shen Yi saluted and said, "I want to beg the principal if you can spare the lives of my friends Lao Mao and Shangguan Shen."

"Hey, you are quite affectionate and righteous, that's okay."

Just as Song Kutian said, the principal agreed happily.

"The old cat can live, but he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison."

I heard that the prisons of the Huangquan Sect are very inhumane.

It's comparable to hell, but it's better than losing your life.

"Thank you, principal, for your kindness. What about Shangguan Shen?" Shen Yi asked.

Principal Jin Hong said:

"He should be admitted to the law enforcement training camp of the Law Enforcement Hall. The Judge Mobile Team and the Law Enforcement Hall often take orphans who encounter no parents during their missions and take them into the law enforcement training camp. They will be trained into future law enforcers. This It's a good future for an orphan."

Shen Yi nodded secretly.

Indeed, it would be great if Shangguan Shen could become a law enforcement monk in the future.

"Okay, if nothing happens, you can leave."

Principal Jin Hong opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Yi, then closed his eyes and issued an order to expel him.

Shen Yi suddenly fell to his knees on the ground and asked: "Principal, can you tell me what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

This is what Shen Yi has always wondered.

Principal Jin Hong looked at Shen Yi quite unexpectedly.

Then, he said: "It's too early now, wait a few days, and then you will understand everything!"

"Wait a few more days."

Shen Yi left slowly, full of doubts.

Walking down the school corridor.

Shen Yi was still thinking about Shicai's question.

The entrance examination will be held in a few days. What will happen?

At this time.

In the corner of the corridor, there was a noise.
To be continued...