According to Zhao Sicheng, last night, he lived in the same room with the little junior sister, and when he got up in the morning, there was no trace of the little junior sister, Zhao Sicheng hurriedly asked the police for help, and the police in the city searched for a morning, but there was no result. Li Mingming was anxious, but Zhang Sheng hadn't come back yet, Wang Sheng and the four wanted to help find it, but after thinking about it, the police couldn't find any clues, so how could the four of them find it.

Wang Sheng stayed awake all night, waited for Zhang Sheng all night, and at noon the next day, Wang Sheng was like sitting on pins and needles, he had an extremely bad premonition, he suspected that the disappearance of the little junior sister was related to the cult organization, Wang Sheng and the four decided that if Zhang Sheng did not come back tonight, they would first rush to Taihu Lake to find the little junior sister.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night, the sound of a jeep sounded outside the door, and everyone hurriedly rushed out of the house, only to see a military jeep drive into the yard, and two people got out of the car, one was Wan Shan, and the other was wearing a black tunic suit, slightly bald, with a goatee, and a fairy look.

The jeep slowly reversed, ready to leave. Wang Sheng frowned, why didn't Zhang Sheng come back. Before everyone could ask, Wan Shan knelt down in front of the four of them, hugged his head and cried: "Master, the master has traveled west with a crane......

Wang Sheng and the four of them gasped, and Li Mingming closed his eyes and fainted. Wang Sheng took a few deep breaths and asked softly, "You, what did you just say?"

"Master, he's dead......" Wan Shan cried a handful of snot and tears, kneeling on the ground and wailing incessantly. Cheng Hao knocked over the Eight Immortals table at the door with one punch: "How did Zhang Sheng die!"

The bald old man snorted coldly, and said slowly: "Death is death, why do you still want to meddle with things?"

Cheng Hao was already angry to the extreme, pointing at the old man and scolding: "Who the are you?"

The old man stroked his beard and said proudly: "My surname is Zhang, and I am known as 'Zhang Xianren', and now I am the supreme executive officer of the Theological Committee, and I will take over this place. ”

Leng Ai snorted coldly: "You dare to call 'Zhang Xianren', are you worthy?"

The old man glared at Leng Ai contemptuously, and said unhurriedly: "Little hairy boy who has not dried up, the old man is in a very good mood today, don't worry about you, if you are willing to stay, you have to listen to me obediently, if you don't want to stay, get out of here as soon as possible!"

Leng Ai sneered: "If we talk about age, we really haven't dried up, and we should call you an elder, but although Zhang Sheng is dead, if you want to occupy this place, you have to get our consent first." ”

The old man pecked his teeth and turned his head to look at Wan Shan: "I remember that Zhang Sheng has four apprentices, who are the four of them?"

Wan Shan wiped the snot off his face and looked at the old man viciously: "I don't allow you to occupy my master's property!"

The old man's face was full of disdain, and he sat on the chair in the middle of the hall unhurriedly, picked up the teacup on the table and played with it in his hand: "The central government has issued an order, this place belongs to me, you have the ability to go to the central leadership." ”

"Just go. With that, Wan Shan turned around and was about to leave.

Wang Sheng hurriedly stopped Wan Shan, he had been in the army and knew the rules of the government, Wan Shan rashly went to the central government to complain, not to mention that there would be no result, and he would be punished by the central government.

Cheng Hao snatched the teacup from the old man's hand, pulled the old man's collar and shouted: "Tell you! Don't threaten us with your center, Lao Tzu won't eat your set, get out of your acquaintance quickly, otherwise, Lao Tzu will pick your skin!"

Not to be outdone, the old man pulled his neck and shouted: "What big cloves of garlic are you pretending, disappear from my eyes immediately, don't force grandpa to do it." I haven't grown my hair, and you dare to yell at me!"

Leng Ai sneered: "This garlic clove, I really have to pretend, we don't know how Zhang Sheng died, how can we just leave?"

"Do you have to force me to do it?"

Leng Ai glared at the old man, turned her head to look at Wan Shan, her eyes were very sharp, and her words were extremely cold: "Wan Shan, you are polite and loyal, I never thought that you could do this kind of thing to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, if it were not for Zhang Sheng, you would still be a monster now, you really disappointed me." ”

Wan Shan hid his face and cried bitterly: "I didn't, I didn't ......"

Wang Sheng was stunned, he couldn't have imagined that the person who killed Zhang Sheng was actually Wan Shan, in Wang Sheng's impression, Wan Shan was honest, very obedient, and a very filial person, he would not believe that Wan Shan could do such a rebellious thing.

Wang Sheng suspected that Leng Ai had made a mistake, but Leng Ai told Wang Sheng very firmly, and Wan Shan's heart kept repeating a sentence: "Master, I'm sorry, I hurt you......"

Cheng Hao roared angrily: "Wanshan, you tell Lao Tzu clearly, how did Zhang Sheng die?"

Zhang Sheng took Wan Shan to Beijing for a meeting, and at night, Wan Shan made a pot of tea for Zhang Sheng and went back to sleep alone.

As soon as he walked out of Zhang Sheng's room, he met the old man in the corridor, and the old man instigated Wanshan to kill Zhang Sheng, and offered superior conditions, if he could kill Zhang Sheng, he could be the second-in-command of the Theological Committee, and at the same time, the old man promised to give him 50,000 catties of food stamps and 50,000 yuan.

With an income level of seventy-two years, Wan Shan couldn't earn 50,000 yuan in his life, let alone 50,000 catties of food stamps, but Wan Shan didn't agree, and at the same time warned the old man that if he dared to beat his master's idea, he would die with the old man.

The next day, as soon as Wan Shan opened his eyes, he saw the old man in front of his bed, he brought a bad news, last night, Zhang Sheng drank poisonous tea, Zhang Sheng had died of poison, and his body was taken away by the police.

Wan Shan's head was tendoned, he believed the old man's words, but he didn't know that although Zhang Sheng's tea had been tampered with, it only contained sleeping pills, and it could not poison Zhang Sheng, Wan Shan went to Zhang Sheng's room to check, but did not see Zhang Sheng's figure, so Wan Shan laid a soul summoning formation in Zhang Sheng's room, and the formation summoned Zhang Sheng's soul, and Zhang Sheng was killed by Wan Shan in a daze.

Wan Shan regretted it after learning the truth, but he was powerless to return to heaven. Zhang Sheng's bizarre death alarmed the central government, and Wan Shan wanted to turn himself in, but the old man showed him a clear way, and he promised Wan Shan that as long as Wan Shan didn't say this, he could also become the second-in-command of the Theological Committee.

Zhang Sheng's autopsy report showed that Zhang Sheng's heart failure was a natural death, and the government did not correct it.

The old man and Zhang Sheng are in the Theological Committee together, and the old man has coveted Zhang Sheng's status for a long time, but in terms of qualifications and skills, he is not Zhang Sheng's opponent, he has always regarded Zhang Sheng as a thorn in his side, if there is no Zhang Sheng, the highest official of the Theological Committee is none other than him. After Zhang's death, he finally got his wish.

Although Wan Shan was framed, it was he who killed Zhang Sheng, and Leng Ai sighed lightly: "You go and turn yourself in." ”

Wan Shan knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times to Wang Sheng's four people, turned around and walked out the door.

"Wanshan, stop me!" the old man slapped the table and roared: "What are you guys, you are meddling here, here, it is up to me to say what Zhang Xianren said." ”

Wang Sheng looked up to the sky and sighed, people are fighting for vanity and fame, and finally left regrets everywhere. Zhang Sheng's bumpy life has never thought about himself, but after he dies, who will remember "Zhang Xianren". Of course, the answer is no, he has selflessly helped many people, and only Zhang Sheng can match the word "ancestor." And the old man in front of him, for the sake of vanity and fortune, brutalized his colleagues, and he actually dared to call himself "Zhang Xianren".

Cheng Hao gritted his teeth and scolded: "If you dare to mention the words 'Zhang Xianren' again, I will pull out your teeth!"

The old man pointed at Cheng Hao and scolded: "What are you, this is Lao Tzu's territory, get out immediately." ”

The bald head casually threw a finger in front of the old man: "Be careful when talking to Lao Tzu, don't point with your fingers, Lao Tzu doesn't like it." ”

The old man looked at the fingers on the table with a stunned expression, his face was full of confusion, and he was about to point to the bald head and scold, only to find that his index finger was missing.

"I think you're looking for death. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man waved his hands, only to see a sudden gust of wind, Wang Sheng and the four of them did not make any move, they wanted to see how capable this old man was.

The wind dissipated, two rotting corpses appeared in the house, Wang Sheng looked at the old man with contempt, it took so much effort to only summon two rotten corpses, Wang Sheng and the four of them were somewhat disappointed, Zhang Sheng once controlled an army of tens of thousands of zombies in Xingkai Lake, and the old man's ability was less than one percent of Zhang Sheng's.

Two zombies suddenly pounced on Wang Sheng and the four of them like crazy, "bang" two gunshots, and the two corpses fell to the ground in response, Cheng Hao held a 6/4 pistol in his hand, and said with a relaxed face: "Recruit a few more to come out and play." ”

The old man's hands were obviously trembling, and he looked at Cheng Hao with a stunned expression, the two zombies he summoned with all his might were easily killed by Cheng Hao, he couldn't believe that this was the truth, but the fact was that it was the case, the old man knew in his heart that no matter what tricks he used, he was not the opponent of Wang Sheng and the four.

Thirty-six strategies, running is the best policy, the old man slowly stood up, he just took a step, and plunged into the arms of the bald head.

The bald head touched the shiny head and smiled: "Zhang Xianren, where are you going." ”

The old man retreated again and again, knocked over the offering table in front of the spiritual seat, and almost fell to the ground, when the bald head suddenly appeared beside him, gently held him up, and said with the same smile: "Slow down, don't break the bones." ”

The old man pushed his bald head away vigorously, his face was pale, and he kept muttering: "Don't come, don't come"

Leng Ai sighed lightly: "Wanshan, give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, go get a pen and paper, and write down the story of the matter as it is." ”

Wan Shan had already made up his mind to die, wiped the tears from his face, and staggered to the table.

The old man was tied up with five flowers, and the four of them returned to Dalian City, and threw the confessions recorded by the old man and Wan Shan at the door of the police station.

Wang Sheng and the four of them were very depressed, Zhang Sheng was dead, they did not go back to Zhang Sheng's two-story building, the four of them turned the car and went straight to Shenyang.

There are still ten days left in the mission, but the four of them are sitting in the restaurant drinking stuffy wine, Wang Sheng feels sorry for Zhang Sheng in his heart, Zhang Sheng gave up his life happiness for a belief, if he does not go to fight against the Japanese army, if he does not want to avenge the nation, then what will his life be like, maybe he will marry a beautiful wife and have a bunch of children......

Cheng Hao sighed lightly: "No one can blame this, but he can only blame him for choosing the wrong path." ”

Leng Ai said: "What is a mistake? Mistakes are just most things that are not recognized, but what about pigs and sheep? They are not wrong, but why should people kill it, because people think it is right." ”

Wang Sheng sighed helplessly: "Zhang Sheng is a hero, an unknown hero, but only we know his story......"

The bald head touched his shiny head and said, "He's dead, can we stop talking about him, Mr. Ichimoku still has no clues!"