Fang Shan felt from the bottom of his heart that Wei Sushen was the most arrogant mistress he had ever seen.
"You don't want to?" Wei Sushen looked at him with surprisingly kind eyes.
There was no flaw in Fang Shan's expression: "Of course I am willing."
He responded sincerely. The evil king has long since died and is nothing but ashes. He just promised a blank check.
Under the expectant gaze, the window was once again pushed open tentatively.
Fang Shan made a small hole in the screen and quietly observed every move of the people outside. The person who came in this time was very cautious. It took a while after the window was opened before he was ready to turn over and enter.
Fang Shan realized there was a loophole in the bet and turned around: "You can't choose the same option. It's called a draw."
Wei Sushen made it clear: "I choose the right foot."
The moment Fang Shan turned around, the man had already entered, and by chance, his right foot landed on the ground.
“…”
What is difficult for the system to accept is not losing the bet, but losing completely with a 50% chance.
Doesn't this mean that his luck is worse than that of the host
Wei Sushen pointed to his temple, indicating that he was relying on his wisdom: "Men on the left and women on the right. Most of the disciples in the Palace of the Dead are women."
Fang Shan said expressionlessly: "You are very humorous."
Wei Sushen suddenly stood up and nodded slightly.
Fang Shan realized something immediately and mouthed: "This?"
Wei Sushen nodded.
While they were talking, the master of the Palace of the Dead had already kicked the person to the ground. The moves are very rough, which shows that his patience is gradually breaking down. Impacted by the strong force, the man rolled on the ground, turning around and running away regardless of the pain in his body.
The master of the Palace of the Dead shook off his sleeves and robe, and the wide-open window closed instantly with a bang.
Now that the spy has appeared, Fang Shan has no need to hide. He walks out from behind the screen and looks at the people on the ground thoughtfully. I didn’t have much contact with her, and my only impression was that I once saw a mountain patrol disciple calling her Senior Sister.
"Palace Master." The woman estimated the possibility of escaping, and chose to kneel down and admit her mistake when it was zero.
The master of the Palace of the Dead seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "What bad thing did you do to make you run so fast?"
If the moonlight were brighter, you could see clearly that there was no smile at all in his eyes.
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were like outsiders, standing aside with no intention of getting involved. Fang Shan even had a smile on his lips. The master of the Palace of the Dead was such a shrewd figure. Just the fact that the other party ran away subconsciously was enough to explain a lot of problems.
When other assassins saw the palace master, they were full of doubts and immediately begged for mercy. Only this one fled like crazy.
"I just tried to escape after trying to kill someone." The woman said timidly.
The moment the voice fell, the soft whip hooked the woman's arm like a snake's tail, and gently pulled it, causing blood to spatter instantly. Fang Shan used Wei Sushen to block the blood flower in time, and said twice: "It's cruel enough."
After all, he was a disciple in his own palace. The master of the Palace of the Dead immediately broke off the other party's arm, and this was under the premise that everything was still inconclusive.
"Think it over and say it." The Lord of the Palace of the Dead said with a smile.
When people reach a desperate situation and struggle to no avail, they can easily fall into the other extreme: madness.
The worry in the woman's eyes disappeared, and instead she smiled and said, "It was in vain that I thought the plan was perfect. It turns out that everything was planned by the palace master."
It was obvious that she was treating everything tonight as a pre-arranged situation.
The master of the Palace of the Dead has a first-rate ability to use clichés: "When did it happen?"
The previously captured disciples of the Palace of the Dead behind the screen were holding their breath and concentrating at this moment, and no longer looked at Fang Shan with resentful eyes. No one expected that such a change would happen.
The reason for betraying a fellow sect member is nothing more than fame and fortune. Seeing that the second self-selected task was about to be completed, Fang Shan was not interested in the interrogation process and moved his lips towards the Palace of the Dead, hinting that he wanted to leave and rest.
Perhaps because he "accidentally" uncovered a spy, the Lord of the Palace of the Dead showed mercy for once and gave him a new garden to stay in temporarily.
The screen and walls were splattered with blood, and this room was unlikely to be inhabited for a short period of time.
Wei Sushen was not sleepy and stayed here temporarily to wait for the results.
Fang Shan walked around outside alone with his hands behind his back. After a while, a disciple from the Palace of the Dead ran up behind him. He was one of the assassins just now: "The master of the palace asked me to lead the way for you."
This disciple didn't know whether to feel lucky or resentful. If Fang Shan hadn't set up a trap, she wouldn't have been caught. Fortunately, someone had committed a bigger crime, and the palace master probably wouldn't pursue other trivial matters too much.
Fang Shan still had some memories of this person, so he came to assassinate her because he thought he knew she was hanging out with people in the town behind her husband's back.
The disciples of the Palace of the Dead walked beside him, looking quite embarrassed. After all, just now they were thinking of killing people and silencing them.
Fang Shan didn't seem to take this matter to heart at all, and asked, "If you are afraid that your husband will know, why are you so romantic?"
The disciple curled his lips and said from the perspective of analyzing human nature: "It's okay to be a bitch."
Fang Shan: "Then why not just divorce your husband and remarry?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The disciples of the Palace of the Dead suddenly became furious: "I was just playing for fun, and it was just an affair, how could I divorce my husband?"
Fang Shan shook his head, he was indeed a bitch.
After the disciples of the Palace of the Dead sent him to his new residence, they left in a hurry.
The new house faces north and south, and the windows and the bed face each other. When you look up, you can see the bright moon in the sky.
When Fang Shan was thinking about what kind of relationship between husband and wife should be, he suddenly thought of the marriage letter in the evil god's coffin last time. The content on it was gorgeous and affectionate.
Subconsciously, he took out the photos he took this time, looked at himself and Wei Sushen smiling on them, and murmured: "Collecting three photos will allow you to return to a time point in the past. Now that one-third of it has been completed, should I give it to you?" Want something sweet to try?"
In the end, I felt that I was a little confused. Obsessing about the past is usually the beginning of tragedy. I suppressed the messy thoughts, put the photo under the pillow, turned over and turned into a heartless state, and quickly fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the aroma of wine was intoxicating. Fang Shan licked his lips and decided to give this dream nine points.
He grabbed a little demon at random and pointed to the place where the aroma of wine came from: "Where is that place?"
The little demon looked at him with a complicated look. How many years had he been in seclusion and he didn't even know basic worldly things
Jili Guala talked a lot, and in summary, the evil king broke through the bottleneck, his cultivation level increased greatly, and many big shots came to celebrate. The little demon looked at Fang Shan cautiously: "The people who are going today are all king-level powerful people. You must not rush in without thinking."
Fang Shan's heart was full of wine, he hummed twice perfunctorily, stepped forward and walked towards the towering mountains in the distance.
The further we walked, the colder the air became. Someone flew by on a monster in the sky. The monster pulling the cart was all white and looked very majestic.
Fang Shan is like an alien, relying entirely on one pair of legs, but his speed is extremely fast.
The monsters flying in the sky seemed to have noticed this strange thing, and their flying speed slowed down.
Fang Shan raised her face and asked, "Do you have any wine?"
A corner of the carriage's curtain was lifted, and a wine bottle fell from the sky.
Fang Shan felt comfortable after opening it. Although it was not as good as the aroma of wine in front of him, it was still pretty good.
After throwing down the wine bottle, the carriage picked up speed like a gust of wind and quickly disappeared.
Humming a little tune while walking, the bottle of wine will soon be bottomed out.
Along the way, you can hear many little demons gathering together to talk about this evil king, praising and criticizing him at the same time. Fang Shan spared a second to think about whether there was any connection between the Evil King and the Evil God. He felt that thinking about such a problem in his dream was too disappointing, so he continued to indulge in drinking.
After wandering all the way, when he reached the bottom of the mountain, he realized that he seemed to be going in the wrong direction. At least there are no stairs here, let alone a mansion.
Fang Shan's purpose was very clear, which was to steal wine. He simply walked up the steep mountain wall and reached halfway up the mountain when he was unexpectedly blocked by a green figure.
The man's back was turned to Fang Shan, and his voice was as cold as the clothes he wore: "You are no longer on the invitation list, leave quickly."
Fang Shan's face turned red from drinking, and he said forcefully: "I heard that the people who came today are all king-level figures, and so do I. Why can't I come?"
The man standing with his back to him seemed to find it a little funny: "Only one who has the ability to move mountains and reclaim seas can barely be called a king. Nowadays, there are very few people who become kings on earth."
Fang Shan burped and threw the wine bottle angrily: "I, the Monkey King, give me some wine!"
Maybe there was too much noise, and the man would turn around.
At this moment, Fang Shan heard a strange chirping sound in his ears. Even though he covered his ears, the sound still came in. He used his drunkenness to scold: "Hey, give me a stick!"
The moment he started, the dazzling light forced people to close their eyes. Fang Shan's eyes barely regained their radiance in the light. Looking around again, there was no man in green shirt anywhere, but there was one who ordered the King of Hell.
"Host, is that you?"
Wei Sushen had a slap mark on his face and his expression was a bit scary: "What do you think?"
Fang Shan avoided his eyes and walked out of bed, found a handkerchief to cover his face, and said guiltily: "Why is your face hurt?"
Wei Sushen's eyes were like a cold pool.
Fang Shan swallowed his saliva and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Enemy attack?"
Wei Sushen said expressionlessly: "Natural enemy."
Fang Shan pretended to be sympathetic with a slumped face: "I had a nightmare and that's why I 'took action'."
"This is also the first time I've seen someone have a nightmare and smash his mouth." Wei Sushen described it very appropriately: "It's like eating too much or being drunk."
Fang Shan excused himself, silently poured another cup of tea, and changed the subject: "How was the interrogation by the spy?"
Wei Sushen glanced at him, and after a while he said slowly: "I asked a lot of things."
Fang Shan: "Is the person still alive?"
"Life is worse than death."
The master of the Palace of the Dead seems to particularly hate betrayal, and has endless ways of torturing people, and even cruel officials may not be as vicious as him.
Fang Shan suddenly thought of something: "Mission reward?"
Wei Sushen shook his head and said no.
"Sure enough, I should choose a more exciting world." Even so, Fang Shan didn't have much regret in his eyes: "You can leave after completing one more self-selected mission. It won't waste too much time."
Wei Sushen could feel that the system's mood was beginning to calm down until now. He took a sip of tea and asked as if unintentionally: "What did you dream about last night?"
Fang Shan secretly glanced at his expression. Whether it was his eyes or the tone of his words, it was clearly a prelude to catching someone cheating.
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