Zhang Yang's whole body jumped like a spring, and a boundless sense of fear spread throughout his body, permeating every cell. Did he encounter a ghost?
"Sit down!" Two bloody characters appeared on the screen.
Zhang Yang still dared to sit down, so he took a step back. He remembered the classic Japanese ghost movie "Sadako", and Zhang Yang was very worried about the little monk crawling out of the computer.
"Boy, do you want to sit down? Do you believe that Xiao Na killed nine of your tribes? Sit down and tell me! Why do you want to find the video of the first guard?"
Suddenly, a childish voice came from the earphones. Although the voice was childish, it was full of threats, and the little monk on the screen looked even more ferocious.
"Do you know the First Guard?"
Zhang Yang's body, which was about to escape, immediately stopped moving. He carefully sat down on the chair with half of his buttocks. The temptation of the first guard was too great for him. Even if the other person was a ghost, he had to ask clearly before running away.
"Nonsense, I wonder what the little monk is doing here?" The little monk's temper was not good at times.
"I want to see him, is it okay?" Zhang Yang was overjoyed. It would be best if the other party knew the first guard. It would be awesome if he could have such a powerful master. The first guard is not Li Bo who is ranked behind a thousand people.
I don’t know how many third-rate killers there are, but they are the number one killer in the world. A third-rate killer like Li Bo is so powerful. You can imagine how majestic the first killer is.
"Damn, I still want to see him." The little monk suddenly became angry. He created two kitchen knives in his hands and slashed randomly on the screen. The large carved bed was chopped into a mess.
Crying: "Wuwu... You don't want the little monk anymore, damn Brother Jian, damn Hao... Wuwu... I'll chop, I'll chop, I'll chop you to death... It's been almost twenty years, what are you doing?"
He won’t come yet… woo woo…”
The little monk was devastated, like a lost doll, but this doll was more fierce. It played with the two kitchen knives in its hands, and the cold light shone, making Zhang Yang break into a cold sweat. Until now, he still hasn't figured out what the other party is.
However, he has confirmed that this is definitely not a cartoon.
"Tell me, what is your purpose? If you don't explain it clearly today, I can tell you clearly, and you won't be able to survive. I will kill you, your nine tribes, your grandfather from the countryside, and your father who works in Shenzhen.
Mom and I will not let it go. Well, you also have a best friend named Liu Biao, and a girl Xiao Yiran who you met recently. Well, it seems that she likes you a little bit... If you want to survive,
Just be honest, uncle, otherwise, hehe..."
The little monk suddenly jumped down from the rickety bed, pointing the bright kitchen knife at Zhang Yang, and the childish but angry voice came to mind again in the earphones.
"ah……"
Zhang Yang almost fell down, and his heart was full of shock. The other party actually knew all his details. At this time, Zhang Yang felt a chill in his heart. It was just an animated character, but it actually gave him a huge pressure. This was a
This kind of real pressure was even a hundred times greater than when Uncle Li revealed his murderous intent.
"Sit down, I'll give you a minute to explain clearly, otherwise, hum!"
Looking at the little monk's cold expression, Zhang Yang had no reason to believe that the guy on the screen could do what he said.
"I...I..." Zhang Yang sat down on the chair again and finally calmed down his emotions. This had surpassed his thinking. "I heard that the first guard's martial arts is very powerful. I want to see his martial arts and learn some."
Little by little..."
"oh……"
Hearing Zhang Yang's answer, the little monk's mood was obviously much better. The screen also changed for a while. The little monk's clothes also changed at first, becoming a fur coat with a fur collar. He was lying on a couch with a figure on his head.
The octagonal pavilion is decorated with dragons and phoenixes, while snowflakes are falling from the sky... The beautiful scenery makes Zhang Yang stunned.
"Well, I like martial arts, very good!" The young monk picked up a steaming purple clay pot from the stone table in the middle of the octagonal pavilion, and took a very elegant sip, making people feel like an arty rich man.
"Can you introduce me to the first guard? Or let me see his video..." Zhang Yang said cautiously.
"Hey... I haven't seen him for almost twenty years. How would you introduce me to him? I see you as plump, with droopy ears, a rich face, piercing eyes, red lips and white teeth, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and you occasionally show your face.
A silver-evil look... What a rare talent! If I can contact him, I will definitely introduce you to him as his disciple. Unfortunately, I can't contact you now..." The little monk said
Face regretful.
Zhang Yang was sweating profusely after hearing this.
"Then can I see his video?"
"Of course, it's been twenty years. If you wake me up, it means we are destined. However, I have to ask you a few questions before I can show you." The little monk crossed his legs and took another sip.
Tea looks like he is leisurely and leisurely, which makes Zhang Yang envious. This is a kind of state!
"what is the problem?"
"Remember, the questions Xiaoji asks you cannot be considered. You must answer them immediately. If you are late, then all your requests will be cancelled, do you understand?"
"Hmm...!" Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly. He had no choice at all. This little monk seemed to be filled with magic power and he had to obey.
"Who do you hate most?"
"Japanese!" Zhang Yang said without thinking.
"Who do you hate the most?"
"Korean!"
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. If you pass the assessment, you can watch the video of the first guard. After you watch it, just like the story in Aladdin's magic lamp, I can satisfy one of your requirements.
, what should I say? The Buddha is destined to be a person, we are destined... Hehe..." The little monk smiled proudly. As soon as the little monk finished speaking, the screen flashed, and the little monk disappeared, replaced by
A video shot being played.
As soon as the scene appears, it is bloody and terrifying. Only a bald head is visible, but the figure whose face has been processed is stepping on the calf of a short and lean man. There seems to be some vague dialogue in it. It seems that the person being stepped on is a Vietnamese.
people.
The camera became more violent as it went to the back, making Zhang Yang feel chills running down his spine.
The screams reached my ears unconsciously, and the Vietnamese man's bones were stepped on bit by bit. First, he stepped up his legs bit by bit. Finally, the bald man spread out his two hands, each with ten fingers.
Stepping on one after another, the sound of cracking bones is like the explosion of bamboo in a kiln...
It can be seen that the blood on the deck slowly spreads out. Zhang Yang seems to smell a strong smell of blood, as if the smell of blood mixed with the sea breeze makes people want to vomit. Humans are very strange animals and do not want to see it.
The more he wanted to see, now, Zhang Yang didn't want to see the bald man abusing the Vietnamese at all, but his eyes were fixed on the Vietnamese's pain-bearing face.
The Vietnamese had fainted many times, but being in coma was a blessing to him. The speed at which he woke up made Zhang Yang unbelievable. Every time his bones were stepped on and burst, he would naturally open his eyes wide.
Big, waiting for Sun Jian's thick leather boots to fall on his hands...
Finally, things were coming to an end, but these last few minutes were a kind of mental torture for Zhang Yang.
I saw the Vietnamese's body suddenly kicked into the air by the bald head. The bald head kicked up a machine gun on the deck and fired wildly into the air. The Vietnamese's body actually hovered in the air strangely and did not fall down.
I was beaten like a hornet's nest by the dense bullets, so dishonest...
Machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles, pistols... The bald head fired a lot of guns and ammunition around him onto that dishonest body.
[Bao Bao’s update volume is obvious to all. If nothing else is mentioned, I just want to recommend votes. Ba Bao’s book is called The Road to Slay the Gods. However, not only has the god not been killed, but it has also been pushed down to ninth place by a group of hairy gods.
What can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated, brothers, let the blood boil, we have to fight a bloody way...]