The spy suddenly realized something was wrong.

Huh? Why is the gate of Hushan Temple in tatters?

Oops……

problem occurs.

He turned around quickly and wanted to run away.

As a result, he discovered that several people appeared quietly behind him.

All have guns.

It's about thirty meters away.

Do not move.

Just look at it quietly.

The spy hurriedly turned around and wanted to run towards the inside of Hushan Temple.

As a result, several people appeared in Hushan Temple. They also had guns. They also looked at it quietly.

In the darkness, everyone looked kind and friendly.

Spy:!@#￥%……

I tried to run to both sides. As a result, there was no road on both sides.

They are all mountains. They are all grass. I climb up and slide down again. I climb up and slide down again.

In the end, I had no choice but to give up and return to the middle of the road step by step.

A very strange scene. No one rushed forward.

Everyone was watching. No one took action.

Want to resist but have no weapons.

Want to commit suicide? Reluctant to do so.

The moonlight is really beautiful tonight. Beautiful scenery on a good day. Who would be willing to commit suicide?

Besides, there are no suicide weapons.

Bit your tongue...

Afraid of pain...

Zhang Yong suddenly remembered a word: Jie Jie's weird smile.

Tonight seems like a very suitable time to smile like this? Jie Jie Jie, Jie Jie Jie, how do you pronounce it?

After all, I am thin-skinned and dare not try. I am afraid of being laughed at by others.

Mask your face later and practice well.

Japanese spies beckon.

Very affectionate. As if greeting guests.

I just barely said, "Master, come and play..."

Spy:???

What's the meaning?

I'm not here to be a guest...

reject.

Stay still.

Zhang Yong waved again.

Spy:......

I said, I'm not here as a guest.

I said I was passing by by chance, do you believe it? Really. I was just passing by...

Suddenly I saw Zhang Yong pulling out a gun.

The spy immediately walked over automatically and consciously.

Well, I'm here as a guest. I know you. You are Zhang Yong...

Millions of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Follow the rules...

What are the rules?

One hundred thousand oceans.

Damn. This number is a bit big!

There is no doubt that the inventory in Hushan Temple must have been plundered by Zhang Yong.

If you want to raise one hundred thousand oceans, you have to find another way.

What to do? Who has one hundred thousand oceans in his hands?

Or betray a few people and collect 100,000 together?

"What do you call it?"

"Gantai."

"Anal Thai?"

"right."

"Do you like to play Millennium Killing?"

"What?"

"Just hang you up, put a wooden stake under your butt, sharpen it, and then let you fall freely..."

"……dislike."

"What about changing to another one, shooting birds with a slingshot?"

"What bird?"

"The one inside your crotch."

"……dislike."

The corners of the spy's mouth twitched with difficulty.

Every brain cell in it is working at full capacity, thinking about how to make up one hundred thousand oceans.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he really thought of it.

Suddenly I felt relaxed all over.

Passed.

never mind.

Look up at the sky. The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!

"Please take a seat."

"Thanks."

The spy sat down with a relaxed expression.

Zhang Yong:……

This guy is really calm!

When death is imminent, he is not nervous at all. Such a mentality is indeed excellent.

"you……"

"I understand the rules."

"What rules?"

"A hundred thousand oceans."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong was choked.

No wonder the other party is so calm. He turns out to be a person who knows the rules.

I still can’t help but complain. Who spread the rule of one hundred thousand oceans? Is it known to everyone?

wrong.

The spy stationed at Hushan Temple didn't know.
To be continued...