Eat It (Plus one more chapter)

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Zhang ZiLiang's emotions obviously changed. His hands tightly grabbed Wang Ye's shoulders, and blue veins bulged out.

Faintly, Wang Ye's powerful physique started to feel pain in the shoulders.

This old fox really hid his abilities.

Feeling the strength from Zhang ZiLiang's hands, Wang Ye remained calm and just looked at him lightly.

Gradually Zhang ZiLiang calmed down, took a deep breath and said: I can make the decision, you can have the cultivation technique.

Not enough.

Wang Ye shook his head slightly: You said it yourself, equivalent exchange.

Zhang ZiLiang was startled, and soon realized he had stepped into the pit Wang Ye dug for him.

What else do you want?

Wang Ye looked at Zhang ZiLiang and grinned: Add another Taoist cultivation technique book.

Didn't you already trick Mao Yong'an over?

Zhang ZiLiang was a little curious.

Wang Ye sighed: Mao Yong'an is much smarter than he appears. I'm not sure of his intentions, or rather...I don't trust him.

Zhang ZiLiang stared at Wang Ye for a long time before slowly saying: Deal, I hope your information is true.

The time is up. Tian Group wants to kill me before the second eternal night, it shouldn't be difficult right. Wang Ye said lightly: Forty-five days later, the second eternal night. Don't ask how I know, after all I've been deep into the Wasteland before.

Zhang ZiLiang looked thoughtfully at Wang Ye, then skillfully took two files from the bookshelf and put them on the table.

You have...ten more minutes.

Looking at his watch, Zhang ZiLiang said.

Damn!

Sure enough, a sly old fox!

Wang Ye glared at Zhang ZiLiang and stopped talking. He sat down quickly and kept flipping through the pages.

Fortunately, with the growth of his mental strength, Wang Ye's originally good memory had also greatly improved.

After 10 minutes, he let out a long sigh of relief, closed the files, stood up, and kept recalling the features of the two cultivation techniques in his mind.

The Buddha Sect has two cultivation systems. One is similar to bewitching people's hearts and mental attacks.

The other, on the other hand, insists on using brute force to break the law on the basis of the original body, concentrating the spirit in all parts of the body. The flesh does not die and the spirit exists forever.

The Taoist techniques are even more bizarre, emphasizing going with the flow and embracing all things. As long as the spirit does not die, one can live forever.

In other words, the body is just a shell. Only spiritual strength can truly lead to longevity.

Both cultivation techniques have their own strengths. Wang Ye vaguely sensed clarity regarding his path ahead.

After leaving the library, Zhang ZiLiang was obviously somewhat anxious. Usually gentle to his subordinates, he was now hastily sending Wang Ye away and rushing into the elevator.

Back home, Wang Ye was surprised to find that his door was still locked.

It seemed unusually peaceful today.

Mao Yong'an was still at the neighbor's house, never going out, not knowing what he was up to.

Of course Wang Ye was not worried about him at all.

A prestigious Taoist master dying at the hands of his elderly neighbor? Although the old lady looked extraordinary, it shouldn't go that far.

What Wang Ye didn't know was...

At this time, Mao Yong'an was really panicked.

Waking up, Mao Yong'an found the old lady standing in front of his bed with a steaming pot of food, her expression somewhat stiff as she silently looked at him.

The creepy sunny doll at the bedroom door was still swaying, but clearly had no effect.

As for the straw man...

Well, he was in the pot.

Strangely, according to reason, only a pot of straw should be cooked.

But the pot still contained bloody meat.

This pot is a treasure!

Mao Yong'an judged instantly based on years of experience.

Then he couldn't help smiling bitterly. At a time like this, he actually still had the leisure to pay attention to treasures.

Child, are you hungry? Eat.

The old lady's smile disappeared, with a hint of gloom in her expression. Her voice also turned a bit cold.

I...

Looking at the black backpack in the corner and calculating the time needed to rush over, Mao Yong'an gritted his teeth. He took the pot and picked up his chopsticks, stuffing a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing continuously.

Even Wang Ye would be amazed...

This guy was ruthless.

But soon, although he was ready to endure the terrible taste of human flesh, the result...

Mao Yong'an chewed a few times, stunned.

Unexpectedly delicious.

He ate two more bites instinctively. Faintly, a surge of energy flowed into his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Hehe...

Seeing this, the old lady smiled with satisfaction: Eat, eat more, or you'll easily get hungry.

Saying so, the old lady slowly walked out of Mao Yong'an's bedroom.

The sunny doll had no reaction.

Outside the door, as if recalling something, the old lady stopped and turned around to look at Mao Yong'an, saying lightly: Don't worry, it's beef.

Having said that, the old lady tottered back to the living room, sitting by the window with a blanket on her lap, gazing outside, somewhat lost in thought.

Ever since Mao Yong'an's arrival, unless cooking, the old lady would always sit in that spot for some reason.

As for Mao Yong'an, the hand holding the pot froze in midair, his eyes full of fear.

This old lady...

Was she human or ghost!

The always confident Mao Yong'an fell into self-doubt,

Even wanting to escape.

Su Changqing stood at his own door, his expression changing subtly. He opened the door calmly and sat on the living room sofa.

Some people from the stockade will come to do business in the near future. Prepare to receive them.

Also, kill Wang Ye. Anyone who dares touch my Qingfeng Stockade must die.

Finally...don't try to be sly anymore.

In the darkness, Su Changqing's icy voice rang out, then disappeared. Su Changqing let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

As expected, the inquisitor knows everything?

Wang Ye...humph.

Muttering Wang Ye's name, Su Changqing sneered coldly, a chilling look in his eyes.

Wang Ye, you ruined my big plan. The day of reckoning is here.

In the Wasteland, Luo Ping's clothes were tattered, with traces of blood. Wiping the corner of his mouth, looking towards Upper Capital City, filled with thick killing intent.

He carried a black suitcase on his back, and a stiff corpse followed behind him.

There were obvious suture marks on the neck.

After a long time, Luo Ping disappeared into the ghost fog.