Some people may ask whether Brother Zhang is a small person. In fact, it depends on the perspective. From a sociological perspective, he is indeed a small person.
I have no money, no power, and no name. I do have a house, an old family heritage house, which can be renovated, lived in, not rented out, and cannot be bought or sold. I have a car, an electric car that does not need to be charged, but at least it looks like it is just a car.
An electric car.
By his standards, going on a blind date in a slightly larger city is almost boring. After all, he needs a diploma but no diploma, and an education but no academic qualifications. He has an eighty-square-meter milk tea shop open deep in an alley. Such a person says he has a future.
Who can believe it.
So, he is an out-and-out little person. One of the characteristics of a little person is that no one can find out who this person is unless the household registration department is dispatched.
Now the same question is posed in front of Zhong He. He actually knows very well that the three people who won a huge sum of one billion in his casino yesterday are definitely not normal. They are aliens and may not be simple aliens.
He is a human being, but he didn’t tell Amei and asked her to follow the standards of ordinary people.
This is a very dangerous thing, but the problem is that he has to do it, because he does not have the capital to deal with strangers, so he thought of A-mei, and letting A-mei do this is the best way to achieve success.
It's better if it doesn't work.
What's even better is that A-mei can die in the hands of those three people, and the more miserable her death, the better.
Because once he died in the hands of those three people, the matter was no longer a conflict between him and those three strangers, but a conflict between these Taiwanese guys and those three people.
The Taiwanese have an alien organization on hand. Although they have not explicitly released this news, Zhong He is at least a well-known figure in this area.
Those who manage to survive in such a mixed place and live to be over sixty years old are considered human beings.
Amei throws away, and whether he wins or loses, he can maximize his interests. This is what a serious person in society wants.
If he loses, he can give an explanation to the big boss above - you see, the Taiwanese guys can't do anything to those people, what can I do?
If he wins, he can draw one or two hundred million at most. He can still fill the hole, and everyone will be in peace and it will be over.
There is nothing more cunning than this.
As for Amei, who was sold, the current situation is not good. The evil spirit in his body was pulled out by Wugenshui and became nourishment and was eaten up completely. However, he could only lie there and watch himself spend his whole life.
The helpers raised by energy are devoured by others.
The ghost was gone, and the power he relied on for survival was gone. Although he couldn't move, he could clearly feel that his body was quickly drying up, and maybe he would become a mummy before long.
"The current ghost cultivators are too weak." After the demon ghost in Wugen Shui's body ate other people's ghosts, he stood there with a weird expression and looked at A-mei, whose body was shrinking little by little: "It's normal.
It is said that ghosts and masters are separated from each other. Ghosts are servants and people are masters. But this person obviously enshrined the ghosts as his master, and the ghost energy was eliminated, and he died. It is said that ghost cultivators in the world are one family, and I can probably be considered one.
Clean up the door."
"Don't say that, after all, it's been two thousand years." Xiao Ma stood beside him with his arms folded, looking at the man who could be seen as a mummy: "Shu, Fang Zhifa was manipulated by Zhao Zheng for two thousand years.
."
"That's true." Wugenshui chuckled and said, "Back then, I was unknown among the zombie immortals, but now it seems that I have become the number one ghost cultivator in the world, which is ridiculous."
Brother Zhang glanced at the ghost cultivator who was on the ground like a dehydrated vegetable, then raised his head and said, "Should we call the police?"
"What are you reporting? Just leave it alone. Someone will find it later."
Sure enough, just as they said, Amei's body was soon discovered by a fisherman who came over to fish, and the police team here immediately dispatched to take the body back.
After forensic identification, it was found that this man had been dead for at least seven years, but his mobile phone was still fully charged. The identity information on his body showed that he had only arrived in this place two months ago, and even just yesterday morning he
There is also a record of staying in guest rooms.
This supernatural incident caused a panic in the police force in Macau, but at the same time, the eyes in the police force had already told Zhong He about it.
After hearing the news, Zhong He finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the phone to report the situation to his boss.
"I know, I know how to deal with this matter. You go contact the Taiwanese people and tell them that their people have been killed."
"Okay boss."
After Zhong He hung up the phone, he was in a very happy mood. He picked up the phone again and dialed the number of the boss of the group of people in Taiwan. Before the call, he coughed a few times and tried to control his voice and intonation as much as possible.
Make the other person sound panicked.
"A-mei has been killed." He was breathing heavily on the phone: "They are a few strangers from the mainland. You should be careful. I will find someone to send you the information of those strangers later.
"
Zhong He's phone call was very brief, without a word of nonsense, which made people feel both anxious and frightened.
But just after Zhong He hung up the phone, a wisp of black mist suddenly appeared behind him. The black mist gradually condensed into a human shape and strangled his neck from behind.
Zhong He was startled. Before he could realize what was going on, he only felt a pair of cold hands restraining him. After struggling for a while, he heard an erratic voice coming from behind: "Amei is really dead."
In the hands of strangers?"
"It's true... it's true..." Zhong He nodded hurriedly: "I just asked him to solve the problem. Who knows that he met a strange person, and I didn't want to."
The man in the black mist gradually transformed into his original appearance and slowly walked up to Zhong He: "Three hundred million, compensation."
"I'll compensate... I'll compensate..." After Zhong He saw the other party's appearance clearly, he hurriedly said: "I will make it clear to my boss, I will compensate..."
"Yeah." The man spoke with a Taiwanese accent, but he looked quite scary, because his skin was full of stitching marks, and the colors were inconsistent, as if the skin of many different people had been put together.
of.
However, although he was weird, the aura he exuded was far stronger than any stranger Zhong He had ever seen, so when he first saw this person, Zhong He knew that this was the real leader of the Taiwanese gang.
"The money must arrive before the afternoon. You don't have to worry about the rest." The man put on his hat to cover his terrifying face: "Don't think your trick is new, do you understand?"
"I understand...I understand everything."
After the man finished speaking, his body slowly melted and turned into a black smoke that drifted out along the window without making any sound.
Zhong He sat there breathing heavily. He had been so proud of his clever plan before, but now he could only lament that there are no fools in the world.
He has to pay the compensation of 300 million yuan, whether he pays it or not, but now he can't even get 10 million yuan of working capital on hand, so he can only ask his boss for help if he wants 300 million yuan.
He knew that his road had come to an end, because even if his boss helped him pay the 300 million to buy his life out of kindness in the past, he would no longer be as prosperous as he is now.
And if the boss is unwilling, his death may be worse than A-mei's, because the 300 million is not only A-mei's life-paying money, but also his life-paying money.
Trembling, he called his boss, but the response he got was a cold and heartless rejection. Zhong He begged almost without dignity, but the boss above him was unmoved.
"Zhong He, old man. You lost a billion. I don't blame you. We are in this business. But you gave me a reason why I should give you another 300 million. There are some things that one person can do and one person should take responsibility for. I will give it to you too.
That's enough. Ask yourself in your conscience whether it's worth the 1.3 billion."
After the boss finished speaking, he hung up the phone. No matter how many times Zhong He dialed, no one answered. When Zhong He was sure that his request for help was in vain, he began to run away with a desperate need to survive.
But when he arrived in Hong Kong by boat, the boron plate he was wearing was suddenly overturned by the sea breeze. By chance, the steel wire attached to the boron plate strangled his neck. The sea breeze was strong, and the steel wire was pulled slightly.
Just like a knife, he cut off his head and put on a good show in the harbor.
At this moment, Xiao Ma, who was playing slot machines in the small casino, suddenly turned his head and said to Wu Genshui: "Do you think that ghost cult this morning has any organization?"
"Scared?"
"I'm afraid it's a bitch." Xiao Ma said with a smile: "I am the Twelve Spirits, okay? I should be in the Immortal Class."
"Then what are you doing here? Isn't it just because the Holy Lord took the Apricot Blossom Fairy to do something, and no one took care of you? If the Holy Lord is gone, you won't be able to do it, right?"
"You fart, let me ask you, how can you make up so much in your head? Brother Shui, your ability to be so sultry is really amazing."
Wugenshui laughed: "Have you ever sang songs while walking at night? What do you usually sing?"
"roll!"
The sharp-tongued Pony still can't deal with the two-thousand-year-old Wugenshui. Although he doesn't talk very often, he can always stop Pony at just the right moment, making him look very embarrassed...
But to say whether Xiao Ma is afraid, he is really not afraid. If the Twelve Spirits can be pinned to death by these messy wild fox Zen, he should be removed from the Twelve Spirits, so he is still full of confidence in himself.
of.
"Don't underestimate the enemy, we are actually a little behind the times." Wu Genshui saw Xiao Ma's nonchalant look and said: "It is a taboo to underestimate the enemy. You must not violate the taboo, especially when the Holy Lord is not around."
"Oh, I know, I know, you are really a housekeeper. No wonder I asked you to farm."
