Until now, Chen Zhi still thinks of the old leader, the old man who called him Jiang Qing and had a loud voice. He once severely reprimanded Bao Ping in this bedroom, with deep expectations in his words.
It's just that Bao Ping and Chen Zhi didn't notice this expectation at that time~~~
Unexpectedly, when I returned to this big bedroom again, everything had changed. The old leader was no longer there, and the new leader Bao Ping had already moved in.
The doormen on both sides opened the door for Chen Zhi, but the lamp boy did not dare to enter. He backed away and leaned against the door, allowing Chen Zhi to walk in alone.
This bedroom is still filled with smoke, making people feel like they are living in the gap between reality and dream, exactly the same as when Chen Zhi first came.
Standing in front of him was a large screen. The screen was translucent. Behind it was an oversized bed. There were bronze lampstands and smokers on both sides of the bed. There were clear traces on them.
The roundabout pattern is very ancient, as if you have returned to the palace of the Zhou Dynasty.
There were two witch doctors standing on both sides of the bed. The witch doctors were holding incense sticks in their hands. It seemed that they had just finished performing rituals and were finishing up.
At this time, Bao Ping's voice came from behind the screen,
"You came?
come in!"
Bao Ping's figure was faintly revealed behind the screen. He sat up from the bed and waved to Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi walked over, walked around the screen, and saw Bao Ping sitting on the bed.
Baoping's shirt had been completely torn off, and his upper body was wrapped in bandages filled with densely written incantations, making him look like a mummy.
The left side of Bao Ping's face was already bruised, and the original wound had expanded several times, basically destroying the left side of his face. The witch doctors' skills were indeed superb, but their methods were always cruel. They tore open the wound on Bao Ping's left face.
Use gold water to engrave the witchcraft in order to remove the poison. You can imagine what Bao Ping went through just now.
"Come and sit!"
Bao Ping pointed to a large chair next to the bed and said to Chen Zhi.
This is a seat hidden in the smoke. It seems to be made of black steel. It has a simple and strange style. Next to it is a steaming smoker. It is difficult to notice if you are not paying attention.
After Chen Zhi walked to the chair and sat down.
Bao Ping raised his hand to the witch doctors around him, "You guys go ahead~~, I'm a little tired too!"
"Yes!" After the witch doctor bowed very respectfully, they all left.
Watching the witch doctors close the door, Bao Ping turned to look at Chen Zhi. His face looked shocking at this moment. Chen Zhi turned away and avoided looking.
"Do you know?" Bao Ping's voice was a little soft,
"The chair you are sitting on now is more than five thousand years old...
According to my adoptive father, this bedroom has not been touched since King Wu of Zhou Dynasty~~~, everything is as it was at that time.
King Wu of Zhou died on this bed at that time. It is said that before he died, Jiang Shang was sitting where you are now!"
"Yeah?",
Chen Zhi smiled faintly and touched the heavy handle of the chair with his hand.
"It seems that history has never passed, everything keeps repeating itself~~~"
"Chen Zhi, have you ever thought about it?",
Bao Ping suddenly said something, but he did not continue. Instead, he turned his face in another direction. After hesitating for a while,
"Have you ever thought about... what is the purpose of this raid planned by ANBU?"
Bao Ping's voice was very soft when he said this. It was a voice that Chen Zhi had never heard before.
Chen Zhi clearly saw an inexplicable emotion on Bao Ping's face, and this emotion was so subtle that it seemed that Bao Ping would also be weak.
"It's very simple, attack the helm and assassinate you. This is their purpose!",
Chen Zhi looked at Bao Ping and said:
"But after so much effort, the final result is of no substantive significance!"
"Keep talking..." Bao Ping picked up a cigarette and tapped it gently on the ashtray.
"It's just an incomprehensible raid. It takes a lot of effort, but it's inexplicable~~",
Chen Zhi continued,
"If they wanted to assassinate you, they have actually succeeded. That black spear has already injured you!
If it were me, I would choose a poison that seals the throat when bleeding occurs. It is the kind of poison that can kill people in an instant. This kind of medicine is easy to obtain. Once the blood is broken, there is no room for recovery.
Why do you need this troublesome method?"
"Yeah! It's really troublesome...",
Bao Ping said softly and continued to smoke the cigarette with his hand,
"This Anbu raid was really not worth it. They killed many black warriors, and all they got in exchange was stabbing me with an arrow.
But the fact is that Yamo is not stupid, what he wants to do is not to kill me, but to kill the people of the organization~~~"
Bao Ping finally lit the cigarette in his hand, took a puff and continued,
"He knows that leader is just an identity, and I am not the only person who can be leader.
Even if you kill me, a new leader will take over immediately.
The Ji family has a large number of talented people, and a new leader named Ji will surely take over. At that time, the organization will be more united and share the same hatred because of my death.
And this..., this is not what Yamo wants to see..."
"Then what do you think their purpose is?",
Chen Zhi looked at Bao Ping with a smile,
"The sub-helm they attacked actually has no substantive significance. It is just a co-helm responsible for cooperation.
Even if everyone there is killed, it won't have much impact on the organization.
They lost so many black warriors this time and made such a big noise. What was their purpose?
It seems that Yama is really not a smart son of God!!"
"Actually, you know the answer, you just don't want to say it...",
Bao Ping looked ahead in silence, took another puff of cigarette, exhaled lightly, and said softly:
"Xiqi Royal City is an organization that has lasted for thousands of years and has been ruled by the royal family named Ji. However, my rise to power is a special case.
No matter how much this matter is covered up, it is still true.
I am not of Ji family royal blood...
For a group with such a large tree and deep roots, it is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to kill people!
Centipede insects are dead but not stiff. The organization's sub-rudders have already been spread all over the country. Like a giant millipede insect, if you just want to destroy one sub-rudder, you don't have to attack the one closest to us, just choose a distant sub-rudder.
It works, but the result is still meaningless.
So their purpose this time was not for the helm, nor for my life.
Their real purpose is to kill the heart~~,
Kill my prestige in the hearts of everyone in the organization!"