Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"cough..."

"Cough cough..."

Seeing the atmosphere getting more and more weird, the old man who guarded the mountain coughed desperately twice, bowed his waist, and almost got into the ground.

At this time, Yu Sheng finally spoke again.

"Senior, you can give up the plan of being an undercover agent."

"You...fit to execute."

"So the solution that suits you best now is..."

Having said that, Yu Sheng's voice paused for a second before continuing: "Ji Hong."

"Ji Hong???"

The old man Shoushan suddenly straightened his back, his voice became much louder, his eyes widened, he stared straight at Yu Sheng, waiting for an explanation!

Ji Hong, these two words are always a taboo in the heart of the old man who guards the mountain.

"Ah."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, looked around, and after the fainted cheetah ([-]) and blue bird ([-]) made another stick, he said some of his thoughts.

The room became very quiet for a while.

The old man Shoushan was trembling slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but unconsciously, his eye sockets became a little rosy, and his body seemed to be a few years older at this moment.

He stood on the spot and shook violently, slowly raised his head, looked into Yu Sheng's eyes: "You...you are lying to me, aren't you..."

"You must be lying to me..."

His voice was very hoarse, and he no longer had the sense of strength he had before!

When he learned that his undercover plan failed and wasted three years in vain, he was only sad for about a minute, and then he regrouped and prepared to fight back to Tianqiongjian again, like a shield that would never be knocked down, so that People can safely accept his protection.

But now...

But he looked so lonely and helpless, his already rosy eyes were constantly watching Yu Sheng, trying to find evidence that Yu Sheng had lied to him.

Unfortunately, no.

The old man who guarded the mountain staggered back two steps, put his hands in his sleeves again, squatted weakly on the ground, and said nothing.

Yu Sheng stood beside him without speaking.

Shi Guang grabbed the sack, walked to the corner, took out a pen and paper, and recorded the harvest in the sack one by one.

"Old Willow..."

"My best brother..."

"We...you know what, we...our years, standing under the stars, high-spirited, shouting... shouting..."

The voice of the old man guarding the mountain was a little choked up, and he didn't continue talking.

"But he...he hid it from me too..."

"Do you believe me..."

"I have carried a lifetime of hatred, a lifetime!!!"

Suddenly, there seemed to be a little more white hair on the sideburns of the old man who guarded the mountain, and he looked a lot more vicissitudes.

His hands trembled a little, he touched his bosom subconsciously, and then looked at Yu Sheng: "Give me a cigarette, I know you like to carry it with you..."

Yu Sheng didn't speak, just took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over, with a lighter attached.

The old man guarding the mountain took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled a wisp of thick smoke, covering his face in the smoke.

"Can I trust you?"

He spoke suddenly.

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly: "No, man, you can only believe in yourself."

"Oh, that's right."

"The only thing people can believe in without reservation is themselves."

"only myself..."

"Forget about Mancheng, I will go to Tianqiongjian to find Ji Hong. If it is true as you said, I will leave the rest of my life to him. Even if I die, I will die before him. It can be regarded as Lao Liu... . to make one last contribution."

"But if I find out that you and Ji Hong lied to me, even if it means death, this old man... will hold you back and return my human race to the world."

After making this decision, Old Man Shoushan's thoughts became clear.

He took a deep breath on the cigarette, coughed twice, frowned and looked at the cigarette case: "Five yuan a box..."

"Since when did you become so picky?"

He glanced at Yu Sheng dissatisfied, and put the lighter in his pocket casually.

Yu Sheng politely retorted: "Six yuan, the price has increased recently."

"Last time Mr. Zhong took my most expensive box, so I think it's more cost-effective to keep only the ones with the same price."

"Buy more, and the supermarket boss will give you a discount."

Listening to Yu Sheng's explanation, the old man Shoushan's face was dark, and he turned his head subconsciously, looking at the sack in the corner, which was worth billions of dollars, and then looked at the five yuan in his hand... oh, no, six yuan A pack of low-quality cigarettes, more and more silent.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but the back waves... seem a little crooked.

At least, the brain is not normal.

The abnormality here is not used to describe stupidity, but... a very mysterious and mysterious feeling.

You say he is stupid, but regarding Tianqiongjian, Baweihu, and Ji Hong, he can reason things out very smoothly and clearly. It is obviously very clear. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has great wisdom. Those outlandish operations were covered up.

But if you want to say that he is not stupid, no one with a normal mind can do such weird things!

At least talking about billions of dollars in business, it's not like giving away five... six yuan of cigarettes!

He subconsciously took another deep breath, continued to cough, feeling the hotness in his throat, his brows were deeply frowned, and at this moment he discovered another small detail.

"You bought..."

"Are they fake cigarettes?!"

He pinched the cigarette that was only half left, and looked at Yu Sheng with an unquestionable look.

But Yu Sheng still nodded calmly: "Well, the boss said that when we held an event, buy fake cigarettes, buy one, get one free..."

"That is to say, you cheap cigarettes, three yuan a box?"

The old man guarding the mountain is on the verge of collapse at any time!

But Yu Sheng shook his head again: "Buy by piece, 25 pieces, a box of two yuan five..."

"..."

"Ha ha..."

The old man guarding the mountain grinned far-fetchedly, looked at Yu Sheng, smiled politely, and clenched his fists.