"ah… "
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 more bloody characters appeared on the screen. w w wq u a n b e nc o m
Zhang Yang still dared to sit down, but the more he took a step back, he remembered the classic Japanese ghost movie "Sadako". 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 talk! Why are you looking for 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 his body. 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 Xiaoya is doing here?" The young monk's temper was not very good.
"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, and he cried while slashing. Said: "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, why are you still not here? … Woo hoo…”
The little monk was devastated, like a lost doll, but this doll was more fierce. The two kitchen knives in his hands were playing around with a cold light, which made 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 live anymore. I want to kill your nine tribes, your grandfather from the countryside, and your father who works in Shenzhen. Mom 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 already shaky body, 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 created a huge pressure on him. This was a kind of Real pressure, this pressure was even a hundred times greater than when Uncle Li showed 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 was already beyond his thoughts. "I heard that the first guard's martial arts is very powerful. I want to see his martial arts and learn a little bit... "
"oh… "
Hearing Zhang Yang's answer, the little monk's mood was obviously much better. The screen also changed. The little monk's clothes also changed at first. He turned into a fur coat with a fur collar. He was lying on a couch with a head 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 little 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. He felt 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. Occasionally, you reveal a smile. The evil eyes of his stockings... What a rare talent! If Xiaoji can contact him, he will definitely introduce you to him as his apprentice. Unfortunately, Xiaoji can't contact him now... "The little monk looked 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 so carefree and leisurely that it 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 the most?"
"Japanese!" Zhang Yang said without thinking.
"Who do you hate the most?"
"Korean!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you have passed 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? We are destined to be together in Fodu, we are destined... Hehe..." The little monk smiled proudly. As soon as the young monk finished speaking, the screen flashed and the young monk disappeared, replaced by a video shot being played.
As soon as the scene appeared, it was bloody and terrifying. Only a bald head was visible, but the figure whose face had been processed was stepping on the calf of a short and lean man. There seemed to be some vague dialogue in it. It seemed that the person being stepped on was a Vietnamese. people.
The camera became more violent as it went to the back, making Zhang Yang feel a chill 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 the 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 they don’t want to see it. The more he wanted to see things, the more Zhang Yang wanted to see the bald man abusing the Vietnamese, 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. Zhang Yang could not believe how sober he was. 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 fired 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. Being hit like a hornet's nest by the dense bullets, I couldn't help but feel...
Machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles, pistols... The bald head shot a lot of guns and ammunition around him onto the shapeless body. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)