And the six young people who followed the tall man, all of them stood straight, with a sturdy body, and looked like special forces who had been trained in the army for many years and had been polished for a long time.

Then he thought, these people can't be the ones who have done that special task in the Demon Dao, the real world has been strengthened, and the human beings who have been genetically modified!

The more the man thought about it, the more frightened he became, sweat slid down the top of his head and onto his face, and his spine was already drenched, but at some point, the whispers around him began, the music was accompanied by the shooting of lampposts, and all corners of the bar gradually became noisy, and the nine people who were lying down, supported by three lightly injured girls, left the scene one by one, and he stood on the dance floor, stunned.

Seven strangers have hurried out of the bar in hugs of the young man who had been pushed to the ground and repeatedly beaten at first.

This task released by Ji Qingqing in the game world has long been widely advertised, and it is going far and wide inside and outside the Demon Dao. In fact, from the very beginning, when Ji Qingqing released this task, Kong Yingming had no intention of concealing it, and later he couldn't hide it, so he simply made it public, but the screening and selection of task players was repeatedly and strictly controlled.

Later, there were fewer and fewer players participating in the mission trial, and there was a lack of interest, because Ji Qingqing had to be busy with a bunch of affairs, and it was impossible to wait for the player to complete the handover task and get the reward.

Zhang Yuqiang found an all-night clinic, cleaned and bandaged the young man's injuries briefly, and then found a night market stall and ordered a few drinks and dishes.

The world is not quiet, Z City is in the Luhao Province region, as the base camp of Chunhuailou, the place of fortune, the public security situation can still be controlled during the day, but it has been completely abandoned at night, so it is given to the militia gangs to take over, they have their own set of effective control methods, people who dare to travel, entertainment, and business at night have deep or shallow connections with the local militia groups.

Vouchers have been in circulation for a long time, and local authorities have issued them widely either as physical guarantees or through a public preservation mechanism of fiscal and tax sealing, but it is far from enough to build credibility and confidence in the minds of the people. There is no model for domestic currency, and most of the market uses Western currency and fiat currency for buying and selling, which basically belongs to the middle ground of half black and half white.

The rest of the businessmen who have the way and have the brains, the choice of barter is more common, everyone has a vague inference that the voucher will one day become waste paper, pinched in the hand is very unwise, as soon as possible to spend it is wise, and the business owners, manufacturers of the industrial assembly line produced by the equivalent of the physical goods, is the basis for future survival.

Therefore, a diaper, a pack of tissues, and even a thin iron wire and an iron nail have become circulating currency that can be used to mark the price of shopping, not to mention guns and ammunition, which have to be delivered in Western currency and fiat currency, and valuable items worth tens of thousands of dollars.

To treat the wounds of the young man, Zhang Yuqiang paid four cigars as medical expenses, and he paid a piece of Western currency with a face value of 20 yuan to order a bunch of food at the stall, and the stall owner was overjoyed and groped out a bunch of vouchers for change, which was rejected by Zhang Yuqiang, and asked him to add two dishes.

"Does it still hurt? Will it die? The wine and food were quickly served, and the proprietress personally served them, Zhang Yuqiang asked gently.

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and replied in a daze: "I can't die." He had already picked up the chopsticks, and the back of his hand was stained with blood, and the cracked wound was very embarrassing, and he seemed hesitant to try which dish to try first.

"Your name is Sun Qingyang, the Demon Dao ID is Lie Weihan, and you are playing...... It's a warlock class, right? Zhang Yuqiang asked lightly, first took a chopstick to fry the meat slices, put them in his mouth and chewed.

The young man straightened his posture, put down his chopsticks, sat upright, nodded emphatically, and asked, "Big brother, do you know me?" ”

"Well, I've seen it, it's surprising that a young man like you actually plays the warlock profession, so I'm a little more impressed by you." Zhang Yuqiang's voice paused slightly, and he continued: "Yun Feiyang once found me, so I went to your base to take a turn, and I talked about it...... The base has long ceased to exist, and the game group of your Yinghua Wind Club has probably been disbanded, right? ”

It was before the turmoil in the Eastern Kingdom, Yang Ye created a business district that was both white and black, intending to drive this industry through the power of the underground society, and he was ambitious, with the assistance of Chu Ruming, he eliminated the hostility with Dong Qianli, and was waiting to show his strength, but he had no choice but to encounter a chaotic situation that was rare in a hundred years, and he didn't even have time to sort out the overall structure, he himself had quickly transferred to Liulongwan to recuperate, presumably this organization had already disappeared.

Sun Qingyang said suddenly: "So that's the case, then you are the boss of the swordsman Spring and Autumn Period?" This eldest brother is surnamed Zhang, right? He didn't answer the question about the Anglo-Chinese Wind Society.

"Yes, I'm Zhang Yuqiang." Zhang Yuqiang nodded, but he seemed to know it in his chest, and asked directly: "Then your Yinghua Wind Society's big leader, Yang Ye, you probably don't know your whereabouts?" ”

Who knew that Sun Qingyang replied: "I have a way to contact...... I should be able to reach the boss. He nodded as he spoke, indicating that he was emphasizing.

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Xiao Fan and Nie Yuqing through Ji Qingqing's description, roughly grasped the current situation of the reference plane, the original arrest of Xiao Fan was abandoned, that can be regarded as a criminal case of the previous dynasty, the empire was annihilated, the princes and grandchildren have degenerated into poor people's homes, the so-called landing phoenix is not as good as a chicken, let alone a little murderer who kills more and more trouble.

They want to leave the No. 1 plane and return to their hometown, which may not be warm, and there is an urgent psychology that brooks no delay, but Wang Hua's incident is not clear, Wang Mingming is sad and ambiguous, which is very different from the lively and cheerful personality half a year ago, Xiao Fan is also depressed, and wants to leave Wang Mingming in the No. 1 plane, and the section where Wang Hua is still alive is the reason why he can't rest assured.

It is not difficult to guess how many sensational and unreasonable incidents can be made by this kind of fanatical believers who have been brainwashed by cults, and they are not willing to imagine more, with the meaning of Xiao Fan and Ji Qingqing, it is the best choice to kill them on the spot, but Wang Mingming can't pass this hurdle, and he can't do it anyway, and he can't agree to kill his own brother, and Wang's father and mother are even more of a stalk in between.

Nie Yuqing is quite understanding, and her opinion is equal to nothing, that is, to take Wang Mingming and embark on a journey through time and space together. No matter how the situation of the No. 1 plane changes, no matter how terrifying and terrifying Wang Hua will do in the future, at least he will not be able to harm his sister Wang Mingming.

The stalemate lasted for more than ten days, and Wang Hua was also grounded in the manor for more than ten days, and Wang Mingming never came to visit him once, but it didn't mean that she didn't care.

Because Wang Hua talked to his parents with great disrespect, and every time he had to mention the words of bringing Xiao Fan to justice, when he talked about the dear Tianxing Sect and admired the respected Sect, it was more like a complete psychopath, and Wang's father and mother were not at ease to hand him over to the school.

(End of chapter)