Is it Hu Twelve?

Zhang Yong could not be sure. The target was not close yet.

Because it is in the suburbs, the light is very weak. Most of it is indeed pitch black.

"Yu Licheng."

"arrive."

"Take your team and follow me."

"yes."

"Others are here to ambush, coordinate, and reinforce."

"yes."

Simple arrangement.

Lead the team and quietly approach the target.

Finally, I saw the target. It was not the one who poured the night fragrance, but the one who pulled the coffin.

Good guy. Is this a horror movie?

Dark night, angry wind lantern, coffin, and big word "Die". The more I look at it, the more creepy it becomes.

The guy pulling the coffin deliberately pretended to be Hei Wuchang.

If there were no system prompts, Zhang Yong might not even look twice. He would be afraid.

But now, he understood that this was a good disguise for a Japanese spy. It was estimated that no one would check it when he passed the checkpoint.

Many times, checkpoints are more of a money-making tool.

After all, it is still a time of peace. War has not broken out in Jinling yet. Most people have not realized that the crisis is coming.

Except for Zhang Yong, no one knows that Jinling will fall next year.

He, Zhang Yong, didn’t dare to tell anyone.

Otherwise, you would have been beheaded in ancient times if you used your lies to confuse the public and shake the morale of the army.

The wind blows.

White pieces of paper kept falling.

This is the spy who pulled the coffin deliberately creating a strange atmosphere.

It even took out a soul-calling flag from time to time and waved it around randomly. It also muttered words. It was so angry that the wind lantern was bright or dark.

It is estimated that ordinary people would have stayed away after seeing this scene from a distance. Let alone getting close, they would feel bad luck if they saw it.

Zhang Yong stood silently in the middle of the road, silently watching the Japanese spies approaching.

Don't be afraid. You know the other party's details.

What he is most worried about now is the corpse inside the pipe.

There are even corpses of female students. That’s a big headache. I hope God bless me and prevent any accidents.

Ten million...

Ten million...

The Japanese spies gradually came to Zhang Yong.

Stop slowly.

Silence. Not speaking.

As if to say, aren't you afraid?

Zhang Yong waved to him.

Spy:???

what's the situation?

The other party actually waved to me?

no……

Why does it feel a little weird?

It seems like you should be afraid of me. Why are you waving at me?

silence.

Do not move.

Throwing handfuls of white paper into the air.

Just in time, the breeze blew, and white pieces of paper scattered one after another, and they all swept towards Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was indifferent.

Stop playing this trick. Please. I'm not afraid of ghosts.

Really. I'm just afraid of being poor.

As long as the money is in place, the King of Hell will be useless.

Look behind me, there are more than a dozen people and several guns.

Do you want to try physical ghost exorcism?

I invite Namo Gatling Bodhisattva...

"Jingle Bell……"

"Jingle Bell……"

The spy took out a copper bell and shook it gently.

This is the soul-calling bell. When the bell rings, hundreds of ghosts walk in the night. Dark soldiers pass through the aisles, and strangers avoid them.

Zhang Yong was impatient.

He strode towards the spy.

Damn you, I know you are a spy, but I am still afraid of you!

What kind of soul are you recruiting?

It’s true that I’m really trying to summon your soul.

Spy:......

Stand still.

He can't be punished. Really.

How come the other party is not afraid at all? It seems that he is specifically looking for him?

etc!

He suddenly realized a problem.

Who is the other party? Why is it coming at you? Could it be that the other party has discovered your identity?

Oops...

This discovery made the spy suddenly nervous.

He just remembered his identity. That's right. I'm a spy. I'm a lurker. After acting for so long, I even forgot about it.

idiot!

The other party must be coming for you.

idiot!

The other party wants to arrest me!

Oops……

Run quickly!

Don't get caught!

Countless thoughts flashed through the spy's mind.

However, his legs refused to obey his control. His body and consciousness were separated.

The main reason is that the roles I usually play are slow and weird. They are all avoided by others, but now they are suddenly reversed and I am completely uncomfortable with them.

then……

Big eyes and small eyes.

Zhang Yong has a big eye; a spy has a small eye.

The spy watched helplessly as Zhang Yong rushed over and stood directly in front of it.

The two looked at each other.

The distance is less than three meters.

"Pay the money."

Zhang Yong finally spoke.
To be continued...