"Ah......h

Zhang Yang's whole person jumped up like a spring, and a boundless sense of fear spread in his body, soaking every cell, did he encounter a ghost?

"Sit down!" Two more bloody words appeared on the screen.

Zhang Yang dared to sit down there, and took a step back more and more, he remembered a classic ghost movie "Sadako" by Yuben, Zhang Yang was very worried that the little monk would crawl out of the computer.

"Boy, will you sit down? Do you believe that Xiao Wei punished your nine clans? Sit down and speak! Why are you looking for video footage of the First Guard? ”

Suddenly, a childish voice came from the earphones, although the voice was immature, it was full of threats, and the little monk on the screen looked even more fierce.

"You know the First Guard?"

Zhang Yang's body, which was about to escape, immediately did not move, and carefully sat on the chair with half of his buttocks, the first guard was too tempting to him, even if the other party was a ghost, he had to ask clearly before running.

"Nonsense, I don't know what Xiao Wei is doing when he comes out?" The temper of the little monk was not very good.

"I want to see him, can I?" Zhang Yang is overjoyed, if the other party knows that the first guard is the best, if you can worship such a powerful master, the first guard is not Li Bo's third-rate killer who doesn't know how many after a thousand, but the world's first top killer, Li Bo is so powerful a third-rate killer, you can imagine how majestic the first killer is,

"Damn, I still want to see him." The little monk suddenly became nameless, conjured two kitchen knives in his hands and slashed them on the screen, and the carved bed was cut into a mess, and he cried while chopping back: "Woo...... You don't want a little monk anymore, damn Brother Jian, damn Hao...... Whining...... I'll cut, I'll cut, I'll cut you to death...... It's been almost 20 years, why don't you still come...... Woohoo......"

The little monk was grief-stricken, like a lost doll, but this doll was more fierce, the two kitchen knives in his hands were playing around, the cold light was shining, and he was in a cold sweat until now, until now he hadn't figured out what the other party was, but he had affirmed that this was definitely not a cartoon.

"Say, what is your purpose, if you don't make it clear today, Xiao Wei can tell you clearly, you don't want to live, Xiao Wei wants to punish your nine clans, your grandfather in the countryside, and your parents who work in Shenzhen Xiao Wei will not let go, well, you also have a best friend named Liu Biao, and a girl Xiao Yiran who I met recently, well, it seems that she still likes you a little...... If you want to live, be honest with your uncle, otherwise, hehe......"

The little monk jumped off the crumbling bed, pointed the kitchen knife in his hand at Zhang Yang, and remembered the immature but angry voice in the earphones.

"Ah......h

Zhang Yang almost fell on his head, his heart was full of horror, the other party actually knew all his details, at this time, Zhang Yang felt a chill in his heart, just an animated character, actually gave him a huge pressure, this is a real pressure, this kind of pressure, even more than a hundred times more than when Li Bo revealed his killing intention.

"Sit down, give you a minute to make it clear, or else, huh!"

Looking at the little monk's cold expression, Zhang Yang believed for no reason that the guy on this screen could do what he said.

"I ...... I ......" Zhang Yang sat down in the chair from the new, and finally stabilized his emotions, which had surpassed his thinking, "I heard that the martial arts of the first guard are very powerful, I want to see his martial arts and learn a little ......"

"Oh......"

Hearing Zhang Yang's answer, the little monk's mood was obviously much better, and there was also a change on the screen, and the little monk's clothes at the beginning also changed, becoming a fur coat with a fur collar, lying on the couch, with an octagonal pavilion carved with dragons and phoenixes carved on his head, and snowflakes were falling in the sky...... The beautiful scenery was flamboyant and dumbfounded.

"Well, I like martial arts, very good!" The little monk picked up a steaming purple clay pot from the stone table in the middle of the octagonal pavilion, and took a sip very elegantly, giving people the feeling that he wanted to be a vassal and elegant rich man.

"Can you introduce me to the First Guard? Or let me see his video footage......" Zhang Yang said cautiously.

"Hey...... I haven't seen him for almost 20 years, what do you say about him? Xiao Wei saw that you were full of heaven, your ears drooped, your face was rich, your eyes were bright, your lips were red and your teeth were white, your mouth was sharp, and you occasionally showed a silver evil gaze...... What a rare talent! If Xiao Wei can contact him, he will definitely introduce you to him as an apprentice, but unfortunately, Xiao Wei can't be contacted now......" The little monk looked regretful.

Zhang Yang was sweating profusely when he listened.

"Can I watch his video then?"

"Of course you can, it's been twenty years, and if you wake up Xiao Wei, we are destined, but Xiao Wei has to ask you a few questions before he can show you." The little monk set up Erlang's legs, took another sip of tea, and looked leisurely and wandering, looking at Zhang Yang and envious, this is a realm!

"What's the problem?"

"Remember, the questions you ask you can't be considered, you have to answer them right away, if it's slow, then, all your requests will be canceled, you know?"

"Uh-huh......!" Zhang Yang nodded again and again, he had no choice at all, this little monk seemed to be full of magic power, so he had to obey.

"Who do you hate the most?"

"Say myself!" Zhang Yang said without thinking.

"Who do you hate the most?"

"Koreans!"

"Well, yes, yes, yes, I've passed your assessment, you can watch the video footage of the first guard, and when you finish watching it, just like the story in the Aladdin's magic lamp, Xiao Wei can meet your requirements, what do you have to say? Buddha is destined for people, we are destined...... Hehe......" The little monk smiled proudly. As soon as the little monk finished speaking, the screen flashed, and the little monk disappeared, replaced by a video footage that was playing.

As soon as the camera appeared, it was bloody and terrifying, only to see a bald head, but the face of the treated figure was stepping on a short and sharp human calf, and there seemed to be some faint dialogue in it, as if the person who was stepped on was a Vietnamese.

The camera became more and more violent the further back it went, making Zhang Yang feel chills down his spine.

The screams were unconscious, and the bones of the Vietnamese were also torn apart little by little, first on the legs little by little, and finally, the bald head spread out the two hands, and the ten fingers stepped on one after another, and the sound of the bones cracking was like the explosion of bamboo in the kiln......

It can be seen that the blood on the deck is slowly spreading, Zhang Yang seems to smell a strong bloody breath, as if the bloody breath mixed with the sea breeze makes people want to vomit, people are very strange animals, the more they don't want to see what they don't want to see, now, Zhang Yang doesn't want to see the bald head abusing the Vietnamese at all, but his eyes are staring at the painful and patient face of the Vietnamese.

The Vietnamese had fainted many times, but the coma was a kind of happiness for him, and the speed of his awakening made Zhang Yang unbelievable, and every moment before the bones were trampled and burst, he would naturally open his eyes wide, waiting for Sun Jian's thick leather boots to fall on his hands......

Finally, the matter is almost over, but these last few minutes are a kind of mental torment for Zhang Yang.

I saw that the Vietnamese body was suddenly kicked up in the air by the bald head, and the bald head grabbed a machine gun on the deck and fired wildly into the air......

Machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles, pistols...... The bald head shot a large pile of guns and ammunition around him into the insincere body.

[The amount of overbearing updates is obvious to all, not to mention the rest, it is to recommend votes, the title of the domineering book is the Road of the God Slaughter, but, now, not only the gods have not been slaughtered, but they have also been pressed to the ninth place by a group of Mao gods, it is bearable, which is unbearable, brothers, let the blood boil, we have to kill a bloody road......]