Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

[Huang Shiro, your steel door is a little loose]

[But after I capture your mom, it will be partially compensated]

At this time, Huang Silang only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his mind was blank. His whole body seemed to be shaking constantly in an ice cave. His whole body seemed like a breathing corpse, a wild dog kicked to death by the roadside, or a man who died in anger. Gui Daozi was numb.

So numb.

Huang Silang, who was trembling all over, did not dare to reveal any of his emotional fluctuations on the surface. He knew that the crimes he had committed were not enough to kill him. Han Shizhong never took action against him because he handled it very cleanly. The bottom line was There is no difference.

But if the more than two thousand zombie slaves underground were exposed, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would not be enough to die. Han Shizhong thought it was easy for him to be an owl on the spot. He chopped himself up three thousand times in advance in anticipation of the public. The vigorous "Jockey Girls: Shang Yang's Five Favorite Horses" will also be staged.

How to do?How to do?
or···
Subconsciously, Huang Silang touched his arms, and a downright coldness flashed in his eyes.

Have you solved Han Shizhong here?

No.

Looking at Han Shizhong's back, Huang Silang quickly rejected his idea.

If he really did this, he would be able to survive now, but the big man behind him would never let him go. After all, Han Shizhong was the prince's face. Killing him himself would be tantamount to putting greater pressure on the person behind him.

At this time, every step Han Shizhong took was a huge mental impact on Huang Silang, as if every step he took was in Huang Silang's heart. Han Shizhong's body seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, heavy and heavy. powerful.

"Mr. Huang, are you sure this was an iron gate before?"

Han Shizhong bent down, looked at the steel fragments on the ground, frowned, and said, "Where is the door?"

"The door... the door... was destroyed by bandits."

Huang Silang rolled his eyes and said quickly: "I suspected that these gangsters wanted to frame me, so they broke down my door and tried to blame some misdeeds on me."

"Oh?"

Raising his eyebrows, Han Shizhong asked playfully: "Framing you? Gangster?"

Although Huang Silang was already very upset, he still behaved calmly on the surface. He waved his hand and said: "Master Han knows everything. I have made enough money in warehousing and logistics. It is normal for there to be gangsters who are jealous of me. You also know that our line of work is the easiest to be framed. What’s more, these gangsters have no bottom line and kill people.”

"hehe."

Han Shizhong smiled noncommittally. He could already tell that Huang Silang was beginning to panic. This was the best moment to control the opponent who had lost his sense of proportion. But Han Shizhong did not press the opponent further, but turned to the end of the tunnel and stepped forward.

"Master Han."

Huang Silang suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "You can't go in front."

"how?"

Han Shizhong looked at Huang Silang calmly and asked, "Is there something shameful?"

"Trade secrets, do you want to see them too?"

Huang Silang asked.

"To me, what you eat today is actually a secret. But for the government, and even the Ming Dynasty, you should not have secrets."

Han Shizhong glanced at Huang Silang, frowned, and said to him: "Brother Huang, you must have been to those foreign barbarian places. You must have a lot of experience, so you naturally know a truth. The safety of logistics cannot be ignored. The safety of your logistics is very important." Without protection, even if it’s me, our emperor can’t rest assured.”

Huang Silang's teeth were itching with hatred at this time. He could hear what Han Shizhong's words meant. Since you are in the logistics industry, it is normal to find problems, but if you don't even dare to check, it would be terrible.

After all, in the Ming Dynasty, Huang Silang's express delivery can reach all directions and can be delivered quickly to any place. If you want to get something you shouldn't get, and you can't find it out, it will be a big deal.

It seems like this is the only way to go. Looking at Han Shizhong who walked straight forward without mercy, Huang Silang took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"Brother Huang."

A short time passed, but in Huang Silang's eyes, it was as long as thousands of years. Han Shizhong, who was standing at the end of the cave, turned around, looked at Huang Silang, frowned and asked, "How come your underground warehouse is full of scrap metal?"

"?"

Huang Silang was stunned.

After hearing Han Shizhong's words, he was stunned for a few seconds, then he stumbled over like crazy, lay down on the edge of the high platform at the end of the cave, and looked down.

Empty.

There was nothing, just a pile of junk. But Huang Silang recognized it at a glance. It was a red copper iron cage that he spent a lot of money to build. Now, only a pile of wreckage is left.

How can it be?

Pupils tightened, and Huang Silang's heart was already filled with turmoil. Now Huang Silang has not escaped Han Shizhong's happiness at all. What he has now is only fear from his heart.

Two thousand zombie slaves... ran away?
How did Let the Bullets Fly become Resident Evil 9?
No, this?

"Is this okay?"

Lying on Zhou Li's back, Ying Yuan stared blankly at the huge cave dug by Joan of Arc and the many zombies lined up, unable to react for a while.

“Learn to explore the strengths of your friends, this is what a good person should do.”

Zhou Li said calmly.

Zombies must not continue to be placed in Huang Silang's cave. Zhou Li had long expected that Huang Silang would pressure Han Shizhong to send troops to suppress him. If these zombie slaves are discovered, not to mention what will happen to Huang Silang, there is a high probability that these zombies will be burned.

There is no way, these are two thousand zombies. Even if Han Shizhong understands that these zombies are innocent, they are transformed zombie slaves, and if they are burned to death like this, they will never be reincarnated, but he must deal with these zombies. After all, zombies can spread corpse energy. Even if there is a one in one hundred chance that Anshan will turn into Raccoon City, he would not dare to bet on this chance.

Therefore, Zhou Li chose an unprecedented path, that is, he directly asked Joan to dig a hole, and then asked Ying Yuan to control the zombies to get into the hole, and finally relied on Zhuge Qing to seal the road and set up a trap.

Then the problem is coming.

Where did the little genius Zhou leave this cave filled with two thousand zombies?

The answer is of course:
Under Huang Silang's mansion.

Haha, Huang Silang, I said I would confiscate your mom.

Raising his head and looking at the location of Mrs. Huang's room, Zhou Li had an extremely cruel and ruthless smile on his face.

Do you think I'm bluffing?

I even arrest old people!

"Tang Wan, you come up with the vicious method you think of!"

Zhou Li growled.

"The circumference of the trench."

Tang Wan reflexively wanted to scold him back, but she suddenly thought that Ying Yuan was on Zhou Li's back. As Zhou Li's best friend, she chose to swallow her tears.

The circumference of the groove. (End of chapter)