Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him, and Wang Tao went numb on the spot. If he hadn't felt that he couldn't stand it with one pair of eyes, he would have remained silent until tomorrow.
"I'm sorry! I went over the wrong wall. You continue and I'll go back over again."
Wang Tao laughed and turned back.
"Wait a moment."
A tall, strong man spoke sullenly. He seemed to be their boss.
Wang Tao's heart trembled, his true energy poured into his fists, and he was ready to kill at any time.
There are so many tough men in black, and the one riding on the horse doesn't look like a good person.
Huh! You want to keep me? I don’t even think about your strength.
"Go through the main door."
"What?"
Wang Tao's face was stunned and he thought he heard wrongly.
"Hurry up and get out of here, don't delay our business."
"oh?"
Wang Tao looked at everyone suspiciously, and then realized that he might have guessed wrong.
Although these people were dressed in black and had their faces covered, they looked like soldiers when they were sitting, lying and walking.
"Get out of here, don't be curious about things you shouldn't know."
Wang Tao nodded and walked out. He walked a few kilometers before sitting down with doubts.
"Piao Hong? You are really unreliable. I asked you to find a missing person. Why did you bring me here?"
Wang Tao was full of slander, but he didn't complain much.
Army? Heavenly Dragon Army? Why are they hiding here? They are fully armed as if they are facing a powerful enemy?
Wang Tao's heart suddenly lit up.
Are the Heavenly Dragon Legion ambushing the Holy Son?
Combining the information he got, Wang Tao really felt that it was very possible.
He stood up suddenly and waited patiently on a high ground.
As night falls, the sky is full of stars.
Wang Tao suddenly woke up from his meditation state, his ears twitched, and he squinted his eyes to look at the farmhouse in the distance.
The door opened, and a group of black-clad troops walked out of the farmhouse like ghosts.
Their eyes were bright, their movements were powerful, and they ran as fast as flying on the dirt road. Their movements were uniform and silent.
Sure enough, it's from the Tianlong Legion. I'm afraid it's still a special force, right?
Wang Tao spent two years in the Tianlong Legion, and even personally guided a special force called the Civilized Bayonet.
Thinking of this, there was neither sadness nor joy on his face.
He slapped the mask on his face and moved to catch up.
After walking for about an hour, Wang Tao followed him to a highway.
Hey! Sure enough.
Wang Tao saw the Wei Army, Liu Tianyang, and Yuan Batian commanding and arranging something, and his heart trembled. It seemed that the Tianlong Army was going to stop some bullshit Holy Son here tonight.
The Holy Son is in the early stage of metamorphosis, and I was injured again. It seems that this Liangzi can't fight today, but it's okay to watch the battle.
Since Wang Tao was injured, he has gained a deeper understanding of his own ignorance, and his personality has become somewhat calm and cautious.
Even if you are watching the game, you must keep a low profile, and passers-by must have the status of passers-by.
Wang Tao still felt that wearing a mask was not enough for passers-by, and suddenly he vaguely heard the sound of people selling goods on the street from the countryside not far away.
"Tofu, tofu, one or two pieces."
Wang Tao's mind moved and he flew towards the countryside.
"One or two dollars?"
"Yes, one or two dollars."
The old man carrying the load looked at Wang Tao and said with a flattering smile.
Wang Tao nodded.
"I bought them all, including the shelves and the apron you are wearing."
Acting requires a complete set. Without an apron, my outstanding appearance will easily be discovered by others.
Wang Tao thought proudly and took out a pile of money from his pocket.
The old man's eyes were shining, he nodded sharply, his face was ecstatic, he began to lift the covering cloth, and counted the amount of tofu with a flashlight.
"The one in the front is worth 60 pieces of tofu, and the one in the back is worth 80 pieces of tofu, a total of 140 pieces of tofu. I bought the apron new, so I'll count you 20, and I just made the shelf a few days ago, and it's brand new, so I'll count you 100.
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"Just tell me how much it is?"
When Wang Tao heard that he was about to settle accounts, he immediately felt dizzy and hurriedly interrupted the old man to continue.
"A total of four hundred yuan."
Um!
Wang Tao nodded, took out four red tickets from a pile of money and handed them over.
He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.
The old man hurriedly took the money, then turned to leave.
"Wait a moment?"
Wang Tao frowned and called to the old man. The old man's face turned cold and he looked at the stupid Wang Tao in surprise.
"You profiteer, are you going to run away before you even give me your apron?"
"Ah! Yes, yes, my old man is not smart and almost forgot about this."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, took off his apron and handed it to Wang Tao.
Wang Tao tied his apron around his waist, lifted up the shelves and shouted in a dignified manner.
"Tofu, tofu, one or two pieces."
This is a qualified passerby! It makes sense for his family to sell tofu in the middle of the night when they are poor.
Wang Tao carried the shelves and walked toward the ambush site of the Tianlong Legion. He was stopped before he reached the entrance of the village.
"A tofu seller?"
Wang Tao turned around and saw a scantily clad woman standing at the door waving to Wang Tao.
"How to sell tofu?"
"One or two dollars."
"Two pieces of tofu for one dollar? It's so expensive!"
The woman frowned, but when she saw that Wang Tao was tall and strong, she suddenly smiled.
"That little brother, I also have tofu, can I treat you to eat my tofu in exchange for yours?"
The woman said and pulled down her clothes, revealing a patch of white greasy hair, which made Wang Tao confused.
"Are you... sick? Since you have tofu at home, why would you buy mine? There is something wrong with you."
What kind of ghost village is this? There is no normal one.
A tofu seller is not very bright. One offers me some tofu in exchange for my tofu. I can’t make it myself? Do I want to eat yours?
Lost your mind?
Wang Tao thought about ignoring the sharp jumping of feet behind him, and walked towards the road faster.
He found an excellent viewing spot, put the stall aside, and waited patiently.
"Didi, didi, didi."
Wang Tao was waiting when he was suddenly disturbed by the harsh sound of a car honking behind him.
"Seller of tofu? Can you go to the roadside? What do you mean by picking up a load and blocking the road in the middle of the night?"
Wang Tao's face was stunned. He glanced at the people from the Tianlong Legion who were preparing to ambush, and he quickly apologized.
Carrying the burden and walking towards the cemetery, he walked very quickly and disappeared after a few moves.
"Tofu, tofu, one or two pieces."
The driver watched Wang Tao carrying the load towards the cemetery and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
His face suddenly turned cold, and cold sweat flowed down his face.
Damn it! It’s easy to encounter ghosts when you walk a lot at night.
The driver thought about kicking the floor oil, and the car roared powerlessly and drove into the distance.
"Is this driver crazy?"
Everyone in the Tianlong Legion was stunned.
"It's okay, it's just a minor situation, everyone should prepare quickly."
Wei Sanjun gave a soft drink and everyone started to prepare again.
Wang Tao hid behind a tombstone and patted his chest in danger.
He was almost discovered by the Tianlong Legion.
Yuan Batian recognizes his current appearance as Wang Er.
He put the burden on the ground and sat on the grave mound high up, watching the situation on the road.
The view here is excellent, much brighter than in the middle of the road.