Shortly after the drunkard ghost proposed that Jianyi, Nie Feng got something from Frankenstein. That day, he carried a suitcase, held it very carefully, and never left his hand, even when he went to the toilet, it was hanging from the waistband of his trousers.

As soon as he entered the K Group, this kind of behavior attracted the attention of many people. Everyone was guessing what was inside his box.

And when he pushed open the door of the drunkard, the other party was looking at him, as if he had known that he would come.

The drunkard came forward and tried to take the box in his hand, but was dodged.

"Haha, Brother Nie is coming, hurry up and sit down and talk slowly." The old drunkard didn't say anything else, but asked him to quickly find a place to sit down, and personally helped make tea, and the treatment was very good.

As for why, everyone knows it.

"The thing is here, when will it be delivered?" He didn't take the teacup and went straight to the point.

The drunkard smacked his hand and laughed wildly.

"Brother Nie, I didn't expect you to be more anxious than me. According to you, the thing is in hand. The drunkard glared at the box he kept at his feet, and the rat's eyes radiated calculation.

He stepped forward, blocked the part of the box, and said, "Since it is profitable, strike while the iron is hot." ”

"Okay, Brother Nie will definitely have a great future in the future. Come, let's go and meet the Dharma Sage now. ”

Dharma Saint? For the first time he heard the title, he looked at the drunkard with a little curiosity.

"Fasheng is one of the top leaders of the K Group, as long as he is satisfied, then we don't have a chance to be promoted."

I see, it looks like I've caught a really big fish. He nodded in satisfaction, lifted the box, and placed it in front of the drunkard.

"Then you can leave right now." He looked eager, making the drunkard lower his suspicions.

"Hey, Brother Nie, there's a rule here. If you don't reach the master level, there is no way to see the Fa Sheng. ”

Well? He raised an eyebrow on one side, "Okay, you can take the thing, remember not to mention my name." ”

The drunkard coveted the result, his hands trembled a little, and he smiled and said, "It must be." As he spoke, he was about to open the box, but he stopped him for Ma Shan.

"You know the power of the things inside, and it is easy to be dangerous if you open it rashly."

At the mention of this dangerous word, the curiosity of the drunkard was wiped out.

"Okay, then Brother Nie, you just wait for my good news, and I'll set off immediately." The drunkard strode forward, holding his head high.

And he was at the door, looking gloomily.

Fasheng should be at the very top, where I heard that it is a forbidden area for the K group.

Nie Feng stayed in the chair in the office, and the area around him was black and pressurous, and no one dared to approach. Until someone came to him and finally showed a smile.

"Okay, then I'll go with you." He stood up, smiling, patting his clothes and grooming.

The people who came to him were wearing clothes, and everyone recognized them, which was higher than all the people in this office. But the person who came was respectful to Nie Feng, and it couldn't help but make people feel strange.

However, he was not interested in paying attention to these strange appearances. He was looking forward to the next good show, and when he was in the corridor, he happened to meet Zha Xiaoji who was in a hurry.

This kid glanced at him, and the two people who usually don't kill each other when they meet can shake hands harmoniously and smile.

"Good news." He only said a few words that only Zha Xiaoji could understand, and then walked away with his trouser pocket.

Zha Xiaoji looked at his back with a smug expression.

The top floor of the K Group is more like a gathering place for a mysterious organization than the floor below. There is a big K on the walls, on the doorknobs, on the tables and chairs, and even on the clothes worn by the people here. Seeing Nie Feng's arrival, these people were not surprised. As if he hadn't seen it, he walked by, with a cold expression, lifeless eyes, a pale face, and a mouth tightly pursed, not much different from the living dead.

And there is only a little light here, and there is no full sunlight in broad daylight, and the air is very muddy. If it weren't for his powerful eyes, he wouldn't have been able to see these people clearly, and these people could move and work freely.

The person who walked in front of him smiled at him all the way, but this kind of fake smile made people feel even more uncomfortable.

However, these are not on his radar, and he only needs to do one thing now, and he is one step closer to his success. He thought about it and smiled.

"It's here, please stay, I'll report first." The man was smiling so hard that he couldn't even see it, and his thick lips twitched a few times.

He didn't bother to look at the man, looked away and nodded. Annoyed by his actions, the man's face sank, stared at him, didn't say anything, pushed the door in.

The door here is also more advanced, you need to use hand prints, and you also need to scan your eyes before you open the door.

The man went in a few minutes and then came out again.

"Come in, the Fa Sheng is invited."

He strode in, not squinting. Sneaking a peek at the world behind the door all the way, this room is extremely large, estimated to be the size of a football field.

On both sides of the room are menacing statues with ferocious faces, a common feature of which is that one of the hands holds a K-shape.

The walls were covered in black silk cloth with golden charms written on them. What that meant, he had no way of knowing.

"Let's go." The man's voice sounded cool behind him.

Suddenly, he felt a swishing chill string from behind him, and something was approaching him.

Poof, he spun around, his wrist turning, his hand to his chest, and his right leg stepped back, and his body floated backwards.

"Okay, that's good." When he settled down, he saw a man with a mask standing in front of him.

The mask had no frills, just a white piece that showed only the person's eyes.

This man's eyes? It turned out to be green, he narrowed his eyes, this person should be looking for his own Dharma Saint.

Could it be that the Fa Sage wanted to attack him from behind and test him just now?

He looked down the mask of the Fa Sheng, and saw an iron claw retracting into the wide black robe. There was also a flash of cold light on it, showing this sharp Cheng dù.

If he hadn't dodged in time just now, it is estimated that his liver would have been dug out at this moment.

"You're Nie Er?" The voice of the Dharma Saint echoed, and it kept spreading in this room. It was as if they were surging from all directions, enveloping him and burrowing into his body from the skin.

I felt that my head was slowly swelling and aching, and my vision was a little blurry, and the sky was spinning. I can feel like I'm going to fall, and my eyes are full of stars.

At this moment, a strange scene happened, and success allowed him to get a glimmer of clarity.

The yin qi that was originally lurking in his body was like being suddenly turned on by someone else, like an arrow off the string, leaping over his internal organs and directly into his head.

There was a buzz, as if being struck with a hammer, and all that confusion vanished.

He looked at his limbs, which seemed to be full of power, and as long as he waved his hand, it was estimated that they would burst out.

But he didn't do that, but watched as the masked magic saint didn't speak, and the momentum of his body spread through this room with his every movement, and the room, which was originally the size of a football, suddenly became crowded.

The person's breathing was also rapid, as if he was pulled by his invisible momentum, which was a little uncomfortable.

And just when no one spoke, a man came out from behind a statue, holding a box in his hand, and his fat face was only angry, and the mouse's eyes were only murderous.

"You kid, you actually took this thing to pit Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu knew that you would agree to Lao Tzu so easily, there would definitely be a problem. Lao Tzu didn't expect you to be so bold that even the Fa Sage would dare to deceive. ”

Looking at the drunkard who couldn't see his facial features anymore, Nie Feng smiled gloomily.

And the drunkard scolded all the way to him, and when he stood in front of him, he could still see a few drops of saliva flying.

"You are paralyzed, Lao Tzu is in front of the Fa Sheng today, and you kid will be abolished." As he spoke, the drunkard suddenly lifted the box and gritted his teeth and slammed it into his head.

"Hmph, I can't help myself." He sneered, reached up with his left hand, grabbed a pig's trotter, and pulled it down hard, and the heavy power in his hand was instilled in this pig's trotter.

The old drunken ghost who was standing was like a broken sack, and threw himself forward.

Knock, hit a statue. With a bang, the sturdy statue shattered to the ground.

"Ouch." The drunkard lay on the ground and wailed, and some of the fragments were crushed under him, cutting through the thick pigskin, and the blood slowly flowed out, staining the floor red.

The completion of this qiē was just a blink of an eye, and the Fa Sheng and the people who brought Nie Feng here looked at it without saying a word.

"Stinky boy, I won't chop you into meat sauce, I swear not to be a human being." The drunkard was still unwilling to admit defeat and struggled to get up.

But because the body was too bulky, and those splinters were added, they fell down again, adding more scars to their bodies.

And the box that had been held by the old drunkard just now was thrown aside, opened and lay on the ground. The contents were also revealed, and there was only one test tube, which was a red liquid inside. Some liquid spilled on the floor and the floor was seen to be smoking.

The drunkard tried to get the evidence back, but when he touched the liquid, he directly corroded his hands, and a foul smell of burning wafted through the room.

"Fa Sheng, you also see that this kid is clearly in the Yin people, and the one in this is sulfuric acid, which is not a biological weapon at all." The drunkard made things clear.

"Ahem, I've never heard of any biological weapons, are you mistaken? Master of wine. He said with an innocent look on his face.

"You." The drunkard was stunned for a moment, and looked at him resentfully, "You are so despicable and want to frame me." ”