"No, this is more stable."

Zhou Zheng shook his head:

"If he doesn't take the initiative to move forward, it means there is still hope for this matter... Taking a step back, what are the chances that General Yinhu will lead me to escape? How long will it take for the top masters of the Futian Alliance to come to support me?"

General Yinhu pondered for a few times: "The certainty of leading the emperor to escape is actually less than 10%... I am flattering myself if I say 10%, but it is barely 0.20%."

"Then why are you running away?"

Zhou Zheng casually took out a magical windbreaker from his wrist, draped it on his body casually, and lightly shook the collar a few times.

"Excuse me, General Yinhu, to send me there. When Xiaoyu asks, Wushuang will send a message to Xiaoyu for me, telling her that there is nothing wrong with me and telling her not to worry."

"But... okay monitor."

Several people looked worried.

Divine General Yinhu did not hesitate much. After all, it was the emperor himself who gave the order, and he was just executing the order.

After a while, a white cloud left the front of the villa and floated to the lake not far away.

Zhou Zheng's phone vibrated continuously. He took it out and glanced at it. It was Xiaoyu who said that she was coming back with Bing Ning and Xiaoyue, so he sent back an emoticon saying, "There's nothing wrong with me."

The night was just right, the moonlight was shining, and the surface of the lake looked like the upturned belly of a big fish.

"Emperor," God General Yinhu said, "I will accompany you there."

"No need," Zhou Zheng looked at the small bonfire by the lake, raised his hand and patted General Yinhu's arm, then jumped up and rode the wind forward.

The night wind blew through his short hair, the moonlight illuminated his angular but delicate face, and his dark blue trench coat rustled.

After landing, Zhou Zheng noticed that the middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at him, so he squeezed a smile.

He moved forward relatively calmly and sat on the wooden stake reserved for him.

"Fellow Taoist are you waiting for me?"

"Yeah," the middle-aged man responded, then moved his eyes away and looked down at the constantly jumping bonfire.

Zhou Zheng's mind was racing, and he was a little confused for a moment, not knowing how to start the conversation.

Wang Lingguan seems to be in a somewhat abnormal mental state?

"Fellow Taoist are you here to kill me?"

"considering."

Zhou Zheng:......

Zhou Zheng asked: "What is the reason why my fellow Taoist killed me?"

"Return to freedom as a living thing."

Why are you saying the same thing as Yang Jian?

Have you also been brainwashed by Heaven?

Or is there really something hidden that I don’t know about yet?

Wang Shan looked up at Zhou Zheng, sighed softly, and said calmly:

"I killed you all in your previous nine lives."

Zhou Zheng's whole body was so tense that he almost jumped up.

Suddenly I heard laughter coming from the side: "Hey, why did our good brother come to this little star?"

Forbes!

Zhou Zheng followed the sound and saw two figures, one fat and one thin, floating towards this side at the same time.

The fat guy is of course Fu Bo.

Who is that slim figure if not Master Tripitaka?

Under the moonlight, Tang Sanzang's figure is even more graceful and graceful. The softness of a woman and the holiness of Buddhism linger around her, giving her an unworldly beauty.

Wang Shanwei didn't say anything, he just glanced at the master and apprentice, and continued to sit there in front of the bonfire, lost in thought.

Uncle Fu winked at Zhou Zheng for a while, then took out two mahjong, and sat next to Zhou Zheng with Tang Sanzang, one on the left and one on the right, forming a mahjong table with Wang Shan.

Uncle Fu took out three small wine jars from his sleeves and handed them to Zhou Zheng and Wang Shan.

The latter didn't refuse, he raised his hand to take it, opened the cork of the bottle and took a sip, with a little more blood on his face.

Tang Sanzang did not take action to stop him, but just sat quietly beside him, closing his eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

Uncle Fu did not drink, but took out a can of Green Bi.

When he opened the tab of the can, a few bubbles splashed out, and the red Tang suit that he wore that was too fat and too large had some water stains.

Uncle Fu first gave Zhou Zheng some reassurance: "Brother Shan and I have a close relationship. Don't worry. I'm here. Brother Shan has to give me some face, isn't he?"

The implication: If Wang Shan wanted to kill Zhou Zheng, he and Tang Sanzang would also protect Zhou Zheng.

"Yeah," Wang Shan responded without saying much.

Zhou Zheng was still unable to recover from Wang Shan's simple words.

[I killed all of your previous nine lives].

The culprit who had been reincarnated for nine lifetimes in three hundred years was just found?

Uncle Fu smiled and asked, "What has Brother Shan been doing recently?"

"I have been in retreat before, comprehending the final avenue," Wang Shan held the wine jar in one hand and stared at the fire in front of him.

Uncle Fu asked: "Zhou Zheng reincarnated nine times in three hundred years. Is it really you who did it, Brother Shan?"

"Um."

"The Great Heavenly Lord's order?"

"No," Wang Shan responded, looking up at Zhou Zheng.

Master Sanzang opened his eyes with autumn water, seemingly aware of Wang Shan's murderous intention.

Uncle Fu smiled and said: "Sure enough, it's all a calculation. Nine reincarnations have gathered luck. Brother Shan also obeyed orders. Xiao Zhou, don't blame him."

"I am not following orders," Wang Shan replied somewhat stiffly.

Uncle Fu's expression froze: "Brother Shan, do you have a grudge against Emperor Qinghua?"

"There is no grudge. On the contrary, Emperor Qinghua has given me guidance and can be regarded as half of my teacher."

Wang Shan slowly raised his head and looked at Zhou Zheng, hiding a bit of a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and spoke calmly:

"Since I set out on this road, I have decided to abandon good and turn to evil. I can bear any guilt, and in the end I will kill myself and give an explanation to the brothers who died in my hands.

"Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing.

"I have killed Qinghua Emperor again and again, but he is still being pushed to reincarnate. Each time he gathers more luck than the previous life. I tried nine times to kill his soul, but every time it was calcined.

There is no scum left, but...he will always come back.

"He can always come back!"

Wang Shan's eyes flashed with sharp light, and the last five words seemed to be growling.

Zhou Zheng was tense all over, but forced himself to look at Wang Shan.

Zhou Zheng suddenly laughed: "Kill me nine times, are you still reasonable?"

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
To be continued...