Originally, he thought that if Ye Feng's cultivation was similar to him, or higher than hers, then they could work together to deal with the man in sunglasses and have a glimmer of hope of escaping.
But now it seems that there is no chance, because Ye Feng's cultivation level is much lower than hers.
Seeing Fang Qiuxue sighing, Ye Feng felt a little embarrassed, but Ye Feng didn't think they had no chance.
Ye Feng said: "Do you know what this person's cultivation level is?"
Fang Qiuxue saw Ye Feng's intention at a glance and said: "It's useless, his cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and it is not something that the two of us can resist!"
"All right!"
Ye Feng rolled his eyes.
The ninth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm should not be underestimated. Under normal circumstances, it would be useless for the two of them to join forces.
However, Ye Feng still wanted to find a chance to give it a try. He couldn't wait to die here.
"If only the earth was here!"
Unknowingly, Ye Feng suddenly thought of Diyi. If Diyi was here, everything would be easier.
The next second, Ye Feng hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, I can't rely too much on Di Yi, I have to find a way on my own!"
After about half an hour, they were taken to an unknown place, and finally they were tied to three pillars with chains.
I saw the man in sunglasses walking over and said: "I have notified your police station. They will probably bring someone to exchange in one or two hours! But now I have nothing to do, so let's play a game!"
Seeing the man in sunglasses approaching, everyone was on alert, and Song Yueyang was even more frightened and trembling.
"Officer Fang is used in exchange and cannot be moved! As for you two, if you want to save your lives, you have to pay a price!"
The man said, taking out a switchblade from his pocket.
It danced gently back and forth in front of Song Yueyang, scaring him so much that he almost peed.
"No, no, no, please! I don't want to die! My dad is rich, my dad is rich, let me go, and my dad can give you a lot of money!"
Song Yueyang was so frightened that his legs kept shaking and he might wet his pants at any time.
"Haha, don't be nervous, the game hasn't started yet! By the way, let me introduce myself first. My name is Xue Cheng! I am a member of the Demon Cult. Officer Fang knows very well what we should know, right?"
Xue Cheng looked at Fang Qiuyue and said with a smile.
Fang Qiuxue glanced at him and said: "The Devil's Cult is one of the three major cults in China. In addition to the Pope, there are four major pontiffs. Each of the pontiffs has eight major church leaders. You should be the second pontiff's subordinate.
A newly appointed hall master!"
Bang bang bang! Hearing Fang Qiuxue’s words, Xuecheng clapped his hands happily and said: “Officer Fang is indeed amazing, his investigation into me was so detailed!”
"Hmph! You'd better let us go quickly, otherwise you will definitely regret it when our senior management reacts!"
Fang Qiuxue snorted coldly.
Xue Cheng didn't take Fang Qiuxue's threat to heart at all, and said calmly: "That will happen later. Now let's play a game for entertainment first!"
Then he stopped looking at Fang Qiuxue, turned to look at Ye Feng and Song Yueyang, his eyes wandered between the two, and said: "Now only one of you can survive, what should I do?"
"He's going to die, he's going to die! He's just a loser, a pretty boy, and he's just a waste of food and air!"
When Song Yueyang heard this, he hurriedly shouted.
When Fang Qiuxue heard this, she couldn't help it and said: "Song Yueyang, how could you do this?"
"Qiu Xue, he's a loser, why do you care about him? Do you want me to die?"
"This..." Fang Qiuxue suddenly became embarrassed.
Ye Feng was speechless and said: "Sister, if you don't want to die, just let me die?"
"Damn it, I'm the second generation of rich people, and my family has endless money. How can you, a pretty-faced loser, compare you to this? Living like a pig or a dog all day long, it's better to die early and give birth to a good child!"
Song Yueyang cursed loudly.
In such a life-and-death situation, to hell with any reputation or friendship! The only real thing is to save your own life.
"Brother, as long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want! I'll ask my dad to call you right away!"
Song Yueyang said with excitement.
Xuecheng watched the conversation between the two with great interest, and then said after a while: "If you can get together, you must be rich! Otherwise, if you two bid for your life, whoever pays the higher price, I will
Let anyone go immediately!"
"What about the cheaper ones?"
Fang Qiuxue asked worriedly.
"No need to ask, of course I'll just kill him!"
Xue Cheng said and licked the spring knife on his hand.
The three of them all looked frightened all of a sudden, but Song Yueyang was extremely lucky. He didn't have anything else, but he had a lot of money.
"Okay let's get started!"
Xuecheng said.
"I'll pay 50 million!"
As soon as Xue Cheng finished speaking, Song Yueyang shouted loudly.
At the same time, he looked at Ye Feng with gloating, thinking to himself, God is simply helping me.
Ye Feng, I am the second generation of rich people, and my family is rich. Why would you argue with me, you loser? However, Ye Feng remained silent and did not say a word.
Talking about money, Ye Feng really has a lot of money. The Zijin Card in his pocket alone has hundreds of millions, but what Ye Feng doubts is whether this guy will let him go.
According to what he said before, it would be an hour or two before the police arrive to replace him, which means that he said it was impossible to release him immediately.
Otherwise, when the time comes to escape and call the police to find someone, won't they fail in their efforts?
Thinking of this, Ye Feng felt extremely angry. This guy was probably just playing tricks on the two of them.
"Why don't you bid?
Don’t you want to live anymore?”
Xue Cheng looked at Ye Feng with squinted eyes and said.
Ye Feng smiled, spread his hands and said: "If you want money, you've come to the wrong person! I'm just a door-to-door wedding tool, let alone 50 million, I can't even get out 5,000 yuan
!”
"real?"
Xue Cheng looked at the other two people and asked.
Song Yueyang immediately answered: "Yes, he is a loser who relies on women to support him. Where does the money come from?"
"Damn, you are so useless and boring!"
Originally, Xuecheng wanted to tease the two of them, watch them struggle in the face of life and death, and experience the pleasure.
But I didn't expect that this guy Ye Feng looked like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water, which immediately made this game no longer interesting at all.
"Someone, drag this trash down!"
As he said this, several people came up and then prepared to drag Ye Feng down.
Only then did I realize that Ye Feng's hands and Fang Qiuxue's hands were handcuffed together.
"kindness?
They are actually connected together by handcuffs, but cuffing them together is useless, someone, come here, bring me my machete!"
After Xue Cheng finished speaking, a servant took out a crescent moon sword and handed it to him.
"hey-hey!"
Xue Cheng smiled, picked up his sleeve, and prepared to chop it down with a knife.
At this time, Ye Feng saw a strange pattern on Xuecheng's arm.
Ye Feng took a closer look and suddenly found that it was a dragon-shaped pattern.
"Could it be..." Dang!!! I only heard the sound of a knife, and the handcuffs were cut off.