"Well, I'm starting to wake up." Seeing that Yang Mu can really be cruel, Huang Wuchang nodded with satisfaction and said slowly: "Fang Juncai, now I am the only one who knows that you are an undercover agent," he poured himself a cup of tea and said coldly.
Asked Yang Mu, "Do you know why I didn't tell He Wei and the others this information?"
Yang Mu just kept shaking his head, his eyes full of fear.
"There is a saying that goes well, death is not the end of pain, but the beginning of another pain." Huang Wuchang put down the tea cup, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The reason why I didn't hand you over to He Wei and the others is because I saw you.
ambition."
As soon as Huang Wuchang said these words, Yang Mu's eyes immediately showed the desire to survive, and he shouted repeatedly: "Master, please...please make it clear!"
Huang Wuchang smiled contemptuously: "You are a smart person, a truly smart person. Your IQ and EQ are one level higher than those of He Wei and others. It's a pity that your strength is not worthy of your ambition. In the end, you are still defeated by me."
Got it."
"The master is aware of everything, and the talented people dare not make mistakes!" Yang Mu's heart tightened, and he secretly screamed: "When did he know about my ambition!?"
"No, no, no, you dare to make a mistake, you are very brave." Huang Wuchang put the teapot down and snorted: "I said just now that I saw your ambition, and I also analyzed it, and your plan is indeed good.
, but the first step was wrong.”
I know that in Yang Mu's heart, killing Huang Wuchang through a sneak attack, and then killing Wei Ye and the other three, and then seizing the wealth and ancient books in their hands is Yang Mu's first step towards the pinnacle of life; taking this great
With his meritorious deeds, he can naturally rise to prominence in the police force, which is the second step of his plan; secretly learning magic, and controlling the power of the police force to control the power of the underworld, and achieving the power of money and magic with his left hand and right hand, is the third step of his plan.
Yang Mu, who had no solution to Huang Wuchang's spell, had already taken risks in his first plan. It was a fatal fight.
After knowing Yang Mu's initial plan, I couldn't help but feel chilled in my heart: "This Yang Mu's ambition is too great! He is really a careerist!"
However, I soon realized: "It was because his past plans failed that he constructed a more sinister and huge plan!"
"Master, have mercy on me, master, have mercy on me!" Yang Mu looked at Huang Wuchang, pleading with begging eyes.
"Ah ha ha ha," Huang Wuchang was very proud after hearing Fang Juncai's words of submission and begging for mercy: "That's what you were wrong about. You were on the wrong team and chose the wrong opponent."
"Master's lesson is that a talented man doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, so he dares to be an enemy of the master. Please forgive him for his life!" Yang Mu begged for mercy again, kowtowing on the ground repeatedly, "dong dong dong", and soon his forehead was bleeding.
Huang Wuchang smiled coldly: "The courage to shoot me is enough to prove that you have extraordinary courage. It's just the binding of common sense that prevents you from understanding the heights of this world."
"Yes, how did I expect that I could not hurt him even after firing all 12 bullets!?" Yang Mu, who was lying on the ground, was annoyed, "This is not in line with scientific common sense!"
"He Wei and the others are afraid of bullets stained with blood, but I am not afraid at all." Huang Wuchang stroked his beard and smiled: "You didn't expect this, right?"
"Master's magical power is invincible, Juncai is sincerely convinced." Yang Mu couldn't help the tears of remorse in his eyes, "Juncai is unwilling to accept it and pass away like this. I beg the master to leave Juncai a way to live. Even if Juncai is a bully or a horse, he must repay the master for his mercy."
The grace.”
"You are a talented person. I don't need you to be a cow or a horse." Huang Wuchang said with a smile: "Not only do I not want you to die, I also want to teach you spells to help you realize your ambition."
"Ah!??" Yang Mu was flattered and looked at Huang Wuchang in confusion.
"Get up, young man," Huang Wuchang retracted his smile and looked at the tea cup on the coffee table.
"Yes! Yes!" Yang Mu quickly rubbed off the dust on his hands, poured tea into the cup, and handed it to Huang Wuchang respectfully: "Master, oh no, it's Master, please use the tea!"
Seeing Yang Mu so eye-catching, Huang Wuchang's face was very happy: "I said you are a talent, very good at playing by the opportunity, and observing the subtleties. Not bad, not bad."
He took the tea, took a sip, and put the cup down again: "From now on, don't call your name Caijun, nor Fang Juncai. I drank your tea, and I will give you a name today.
Let’s call it poplar, light means bright eyes, and enlighten means ambition.”
"Yangmu thanked his mentor!" He was naturally grateful for saving his life in vain, so I won't go into details here.
But Yang Mu is not a fool. If he saves his life from Huang Wuchang, he will naturally have to pay the price.
Huang Wuchang smiled coldly, took out a small seedling from his arms, and handed it to Yang Mu: "Eat it."
Yang Mu knew that what Huang Wuchang handed over was definitely more powerful than the poison. It was a kind of plant poison, a sinister thing called "Bone Plum Blossom".
"Yes!" Yang Mu swallowed it in one gulp without saying a word!
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel disgusted: "Here I go, this poplar tree is not afraid of nausea!"
I also saw that after Yang Mu swallowed the bone plum blossom, his face immediately changed, becoming twisted and pale. He fell down, curled up on the ground and howled back and forth, as if he was in immense pain.
"Is it poison!?" I felt nervous, not knowing what Yangmu would be like next.
Huang Wucheng couldn't help but laugh. He ignored Yang Mu who was screaming, and just sat on the chair and sipped tea calmly: "This tea is really good."
More than half an hour later, Yang Mu's lung-splitting howl gradually stopped. Lying on the ground, his face was bloodless, he was breathing heavily, and his saliva and nose were flowing all over the floor.
Huang Wuchang took out a small Bagua mirror from his arms and threw it in front of Yang Mu: "Look at what you look like now."
Yang Mu touched the mirror feebly, and when he saw himself in the mirror, he was so frightened that he dropped the mirror to the ground, exclaiming repeatedly: "Who... is this!? Is it me, is it me!?"
"Ah ha ha ha! It's you!" Huang Wuchang looked at Yang Mu who had completely changed his appearance, and said proudly: "This is the effect of bone plum blossoms. Isn't it great that you have a different face? You are a new person!"
"
"Bone plum blossom!?" Yang Mu suddenly pulled off his clothes, turned his head and looked over his shoulder, and saw a blood-red bone-spurred plum blossom in front of him!
"Oh my God!" Yang Mu in the clip and me in real life couldn't help shouting at the same time!
"So he has such a thing on his body!?" Although I didn't feel it physically, I still felt numb in my scalp subconsciously: "Damn it, is this thing growing on the body where my soul is now!?"
In the clip, Yang Mu seemed not to believe his eyes. He looked at Huang Wuchang with confused eyes, and saw him lighting a few bloody yellow talismans and stirring the ashes into the tea.
"Good disciple, come here, drink this stuff and see if you have any luck." Huang Wuchang laughed and pushed the tea to the edge of the coffee table, signaling Yang Mu to drink it.
"What, what is this?" The half-dead Yang Mu held on to the coffee table and asked in a low voice.
"Oh my god, you don't have to look at this thing, it's already filled with sorcery!" I kept yelling: "Damn it, don't drink it! This yellow demon really doesn't treat people as human beings!"
"This is a blessing," Huang Wuchang said with a lewd smile: "Drink it and you will have magic."
"What is it if it's not magic that can quickly acquire magic power!?" I couldn't help but curse again, but Yang Mu couldn't hear it at all.
"Can there be magic!?" Yang Mu looked at the tea blankly. He also knew that if he really drank this tea, he would be Huang Wuchang's slave forever.
"Haven't you always longed to obtain my magic?" Huang Wuchang smiled evilly.
Yang Mu took the tea cup and smiled helplessly. This helplessness was the epitome of his failure.
Although Yang Mu drank the Fu Shui in one gulp, the tears in his eyes overflowed.
"It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to avenge this." A sinister growl came into my mind, and I couldn't help but be shocked.
Fu Shui entered his stomach, and Yang Mu felt as if his eyes were being stabbed hard by ice picks. Extreme chill and pain soon filled his body!
"My eyes!" Yang Mu tightly covered his eyes. The severe pain caused him to roll to the ground again, struggling back and forth, which was very pitiful.
"It turns out that Yang Mu has been tortured so much by Huang Wuchang. No wonder he hates this demon so much." I couldn't bear it, so I couldn't help but speak up for Yang Mu.
After the severe pain, Yang Mu finally opened his eyes. He probably had a deep understanding of the theory of relativity just now.
"What, is there a different world?" Huang Wuchang looked into Yang Mu's eyes and kept smiling.
"Why are my eyes so bright!?" Yang Mu felt that his eyes were clear and bright, and he had never felt comfortable before.
"Look at these ancient characters, can you understand them?" Huang Wuchang handed an ancient book to Yang Mu: "Read the first line of the first page to Master."
Yang Mu took the ancient book and looked at where Huang Wuchang was talking about. Although what he saw were strange ancient characters, his eyes seemed to be able to translate, and he could actually read them at once: "There are strange times in ancient times.
The moon never rises at night, the sun never sets, and the sun and the moon are in the same mirror. People call it a yin and yang night, and good fortune and great misfortune are on the same day."
But what makes me feel strange is that these memories after thinking do not seem to be synchronized with the memory of the pictures that come into my eyes, but there is a certain degree of lag.
"Strange, this memory can be divided into direct acquisition and indirect acquisition? The memory acquired by the senses such as eyes and ears can be completely transmitted, but the memory thought through his brain seems to be delayed in the transmission process for some reason?"
I thought about it: "There is a wonderful time difference here,"
"Okay! Very good!" Huang Wuchang's eyes were bright and he couldn't help but clapped his hands loudly: "As expected, you really have wisdom!"
"Master...what's going on with my eyes...!?" Yang Mu flipped through the ancient books. He could translate not only the strange words on them, but also the strange patterns.