Maoshan Ghostbusters

While Zuo Weizhong kept making crazy remarks, the light purple bird stood on his left shoulder stupidly, like a small bird specimen, motionless, but I knew it was alive. Its narrow, violet eyes stared at me instantaneously.

Is that little bird sympathizing with me in trouble?

Has it foreseen my tragic fate?

Since I was in his hands, there was almost no possibility of survival. Thinking about the crushed leg bones of the lion dance twins, I knew he would not let me go easily.

A pair of lion dance twins who didn't provoke him had their legs broken by him, not to mention I, a guy who threatened to catch him and didn't know the height of the earth.

It's dead anyway, it's better to be tough. Anyway, we're also a man, so he can't be looked down upon.

Just when I was going to pluck up the courage to fight with him, he heard leisurely saying, "But what makes me puzzled is how do you know my name?"

It turned out that he was talking about him for a long time, but he was still wondering how I would know his name.

Maybe it's that tension to the limit will make people brave. I straightened my chest and said loudly, "Zuo Weizhong, not only do I know your name, but I also know all the bad things you did 18 years ago."

"Eighteen years ago? Little boy, do you know what you're talking about? You weren't born eighteen years ago? It's ridiculous that a little boy who didn't have all the fur said such things."

Hearing me talking about "eighteen years ago", he was really taken aback, but he quickly calmed down and continued to let out a crooked laugh. He was obviously wary of me. He called me a "young man" just now, and now he has become a nasty "little boy".

It seems that he is still very sensitive to the bad things he did eighteen years ago. When I mentioned it, he immediately remembered. Because I found a complicated expression in his eyes flashed by. The complicated expression contained confusion, surprise and pride. Of course, it was mainly pride. He must be very proud of what he did 18 years ago.

Although the complicated expression only flashed by, I caught it.

So I cleared my throat and said loudly, "Eighteen years ago, you instigated the relationship between the neighboring country and the kingdom of Wanye, planned that war, and designed to kill the king of the kingdom of Wanye, just for you to be the king. Throne. As a result, your villain got his will and got his wish. After your strategy succeeded, you designed to kill your accomplices Jin Liming and Yang Shouzhi. In order to keep your dirty secrets forever, you did not hesitate to impair your comrades Jin Liming and Yang Shouzhi and their subordinates. . You will not end well for a despicable villain."

This time, Zuo Weizhong did not smile. He put away the smug expression on his face and stared at me with a little surprise. The cold light from those deep eyes seemed to be able to swallow me in one bite.

He stretched out his big iron-like hands, grabbed me by the collar, and picked me up, then he put his face close to mine and stared at me fiercely.

His strength was amazing. I felt my feet were off the ground, and I kicked my feet hard, making the wall of the well crackle.

His towering nose was almost next to my nose, and I heard his rapid breathing, and I could hear his pounding heartbeat.

"Boy, where did you hear about all this, huh?"

Did I finally make him nervous?

Looking at him now, I am actually quite proud.

"Then you can't control it. If you want people to know it, you can't do it yourself."

He raised his neck. He let out a crippling laugh again, "Boy, you are not too young anymore. You should know that if you want to know the way people don't, you are not doing nothing by yourself."

After he said this, he immediately looked at me coldly, his eyes instantly made me feel cold all over.

I struggled hard, trying to get rid of his big iron claw hands, "Let go of me! You hurt me."

But the height and physique between me and him are too great. I am not his opponent at all. My struggle is equivalent to a little hen competing with a big bad wolf. And as a result of my struggle, the hand stuck on my neck tightened tighter and tighter.

He continued to increase his hand strength and lifted me higher, so that I could not even breathe.

"Let go... let me go!" I heard my voice turn into a pitiful moan.

At this time, he put his face over again and looked at me viciously with those evil and deep eyes, "Boy, let me tell you, if you don’t know the correct way is to kill the insider, kill all. All insiders! Do you understand?"

After he roared the trembling words, he let out a crooked laugh again.

"Kill all the insiders! Understand?"

He seemed to be afraid that I didn't understand it, so he emphasized the terrible sentence loudly again.

Then he showed a non-smiling expression and slowly said, "Kill all the insiders, and then dig a mass grave and bury them all. In this way, no one knows what happened, because there is only the mouth of the dead. The strictest one, let them bring all the secrets into the grave."

I noticed that when he said these words, the light purple bird standing on his left shoulder began to tremble again.

Looking at the hideous expression on his face at this moment, I immediately understood that Skeleton Slave Xiaobai’s analysis was absolutely correct. Feng Ruchu’s father’s death was part of his conspiracy. He planned the war for usurping power and directed the entire movie to kill the king and the country. It’s a good show of being a master of the teacher and destroying his accomplices.

I shuddered at the thought of being stuck in my neck by such a terrible person.

"What? Boy, are you suffering from trembling?" His words were full of provocation.

Next, what he said made me feel like I was falling into the ice cave. "Now, you should have a good experience of the right way if you don’t know, boy, you know too much. People who know too much often don’t live. Long, let me send you to hell!"

As a result, I felt that the hand stuck on my neck tightened and tightened. I felt difficulty breathing. I stretched out my hands to pinch his neck, but I found that I couldn't help it anymore. My hands were as soft as noodles, and I slid down before touching his neck.

And at the moment, my eyes are staring at Venus, my head is dizzy, and I feel nauseous and can't vomit, but the hand stuck on the neck is still straining.

I knew that I was going to be strangled to death by him. I was confused. I heard the sound of my hands and feet slamming against the wall. That was my last bit of persistence and struggle for life.

As he died, for some reason, I would suddenly turn my gaze to the light purple bird standing on his left shoulder, and I found it shed tears again.

The devil's voice rang again in his ears, "Boy, you know too much."