Mr. Bai, who looked pale and extremely ugly, walked out of the city lord's palace and looked at the people walking on the street a hundred meters away. He suddenly felt chills all over his body. Everyone looked like a law enforcer with hidden murderous intentions.
But when he saw a middle-aged farmer in simple clothes with a yellow scarf around his wrist, his eyes widened and he exclaimed.
The old farmer glanced at him, turned around and left directly. Mr. Bai quickly followed after confirming that he had read correctly several times.
He quickly stepped forward and walked behind the old farmer and asked quickly.
"Uncle, are you still alive? I always thought you..."
"Uncle, if you are still alive, then my father is also still alive, and there is also a great sage and mentor."
When he said this, Mr. Bai's tone suddenly stopped, his face turned pale, and he felt a little guilty.
Hearing the words "Great Master", the old farmer glanced sideways at him, but what he said made Mr. Bai's heart sink.
"Your performance is very disappointing."
"Uncle, it's not me..."
"No need to make excuses, we see everything you do, we understand it clearly.
Now that the trial is over, go back."
"Trial, is it Zhang Ning?"
Mr. Bai suddenly reacted.
"resurrection?"
"Even if you still have some brains, you are not dead yet, how could something happen to Her Majesty the Saint?
Go back and prepare to be punished, forcing the palace saint to snatch the holy book, what a great ability."
Mr. Bai's face became paler and paler, and he became distraught, which gradually disappointed the old farmer who was observing secretly.
No matter how many trials you try, it will be useless if you can't support the mud on the wall. You are far worse than Her Majesty the Saint...
The extremely disappointed old farmer said nothing and kept moving forward, detouring around Shouchun City, and finally entered a B&B after a long time.
However, after dozens of minutes, someone came out and left, and about ten minutes later, another person left. His appearance, height, and body shape were all different from those of the old farmer and Mr. Bai.
Soon after, the two people who left separately met again, kept moving away, and entered a room in another corner of Shouchun City.
"Okay, let's have a night's rest and leave the city tomorrow."
"But uncle, the people who came with me are law enforcement teams. They said they would kill me as soon as I left the city."
Looking at the pale, courageous, timid and frightened Mr. Bai, the old farmer looked at him expressionlessly.
"waste."
After saying this, the old farmer undressed and lay down on the bed, with his back to Mr. Bai. Only the cold voice came from him.
"There is food in the cupboard. After eating, go to bed and have a long journey tomorrow."
Mr. Bai opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.
There are two flowers in bloom, one on each side.
When the downcast Mr. Bai was meeting his long-dead uncle, the thin old man also walked out of the city lord's mansion.
On the surface, he looks dignified and dignified, without losing any sense of proportion, but if you look into his eyes, you will find that.
The eyes were filled with despair, self-abasement and silence.
After leaving the city lord's palace and arriving at the place where he stayed, he opened the door and went directly in. He passed by his mercenaries and entered the innermost supplies. He ignored his colleagues who snuck in quietly and collapsed on the bed helplessly.
"What, what happened?"
A rather young law enforcer looked at the thin old man and asked.
The thin old man looked at them helplessly.
"You tricked me."
"Where is it?"
"You have known for a long time that my lord has spread the news of the resurrection."
"Huh? My lord, has the news spread? I asked why the higher-ups didn't let us stop it. So that's the case."
"Don't you know either?"
"I do not know."
"Does the boss know that?"
The thin old man suddenly said hopefully.
"That's for sure."
“Did that predict the problems I faced and my decisions?”
"I guess so."
"Then shouldn't I take the blame for my identity being exposed?
No need to write a report?"
"Probably... uh, no, save it, you can't hide or run away.
Do you know what happened to the last person who decided not to turn in a report?”
"What's wrong?"
"He's dead. I heard he died miserably."
"ah."
The emaciated old man threw himself on the bed again and rolled up his dead eyes in despair.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving first. I still have to keep my focus on the target and be ready to take action at any time."
The thin old man waved his hand after hearing this.
"Go ahead, I need to take off my makeup. Anyway, I've already been exposed. I'm tired of looking like this. Oh, I'm so tired."
The law enforcer nodded and walked toward the door. As he walked, his figure gradually faded. When he reached the door, he had completely disappeared. Only the shadow on the ground was slightly distorted.
squeak~
The wooden door opened out of thin air, and before it could close, the thin old man suddenly remembered something and spoke out.
"By the way, Yuan Shu already knows about this, please save him face and don't do anything in the city."
Boom!
The wooden door made two crisp sounds out of thin air, and then closed out of thin air. The shadows outside the door were distorted, and under the night, no trace could be seen anymore.
After his colleagues left, the thin old man lay helpless for a while, then got up, went to the basin, fetched some water, and poured several medicines into it.
The potion turned green after being mixed with water. The thin old man looked at the basin of green water with disgust, then patted his face and hair with his hands, patted hard, pinched it wrongly, and rinsed it off.
After a long time, the thin old man dried his face and hair with a towel, and then looked in the mirror.
There is no emaciated old man in the room at this moment. There is only a emaciated young man. The white hair on his temples has been washed away, the frown has been washed away from the corners of his eyes, and the skin on his face is tight. He is basically a emaciated young man in his thirties at most.
And after the disguise is washed away, although the face shape and body shape are still somewhat similar, the calmness and old age of the elderly have completely disappeared, and every breath is full of vitality and momentum. No matter who comes, it is impossible to change it.
The two are connected.
"Huh, it's still so comfortable. Look at my handsome little face, it's so easy to look at. I almost forgot what I look like."
The thin young man patted his face comfortably, but the next moment he remembered the massive procedures and reports he would face after his identity was exposed, and he suddenly became desperate again.
"Ah ah ah, I'm going crazy."
He pushed open the door and walked out in a fit of anger. When he was seen by other mercenaries outside, they immediately looked like they had seen a ghost.
And a bastard opened his eyes wide and yelled.
"Who are you, and where have you hidden our boss?
Tell me honestly, otherwise I won't be polite."
The skinny young man took one look at him, clenched his fist, and shot out.
Boom! Boom!
"Ah! Don't."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After a long time, the dust and smoke dissipated, revealing the bastard with a bruised nose and swollen face and the thin young man who was refreshed and refreshed.
"Secret, do you have any questions?"
The Erhuo raised his head tremblingly and looked at the thin young man.
