It is impossible for a person who can arrange such a meticulous game and have such a plan and ability to make such a low-level mistake.

So all this is just a façade.

Bai Ci's purpose in saying those words should be just to intimidate, constantly remind him that time is leaving, put pressure on him mentally, and make him have an infinite sense of urgency.

What they want to see is not that they make their own choices, and they don't care about the outcome of their choices, because the choice itself is meaningless.

Since the question is meaningless, what they want to observe must be the reaction of the person who made the question.

In other words, those processes of Fang Cai are exams in themselves.

The reason why the fake Wu Xie ran so fast is probably because he had already guessed the purpose of the test itself.

So that guy has been dealing with the exam in a different way, and he's still stupidly staring at people here.

"When the time comes, do you choose or not?" Zhang Haixing asked.

"What a rush." Wu Xie glared at her, "Can you not be such a chicken woman." ”

Zhang Haixing stopped talking nonsense, and untied the shackles and dragged him as soon as he got started.

Wu Xie hurriedly grabbed the armrest of the chair and shouted in a hurry, "It's chosen!" I've made your choice! ”

Zhang Haixing stopped, stepped back, and looked at him coldly with his arms crossed.

Then I saw Wu Xie rubbing his bloodshot and purple wrist, and poked Zhang Qixun on the side through the air, "I choose this, only he is the most like me here!" ”

Everyone was stunned, no one thought that Wu Xie would give such an answer in the end.

Zhang Qixun pursed his lips and endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold back the laughter of "ha-".

This time it was as if some kind of switch had been turned on, and everyone present looked at each other and laughed face to face.

Even Zhang Longban, who was not smiling, couldn't help but laugh a little, and his originally serious coffin face looked a lot gentler.

Wu Xie was stunned by their laughter, and said angrily: "Xiaomao, you guys, isn't what I said right? ”

Originally, those heads were sallow-skinned and died like that, none of them looked more like him than Bai Ci, who was standing beside him.

"To be honest, you were the first to answer such a fresh and alternative answer." Zhang Qixun took a step forward and stood in front of Wu Xie, bent his knees slightly, and stared at him with crooked eyes.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the decrepit looking dried meats, then at himself, and asked, "How do you think that I, with these things, can be compared to these things?" ”

"Then what do you say, which one should Lao Tzu choose?" Wu Xie was a little angry, "Anyway, you won't be right to choose whichever you choose." ”

"You're wrong." Zhang Haike's voice came from behind Wu Xie, "There is always one Wu Xie who is right, like me." ”

Facing Wu Xie's unbelievable eyes, Zhang Haike waved the paper in his hand at him with a sneering expression, and then handed it to Zhang Longban, "Why bother pretending to be someone else, remember to have a good baby in the next life." ”

After reading the content on the paper, Zhang Long glanced at Zhang Haixing and nodded slightly.

Immediately, Zhang Haixing pulled out the dagger from his back belt, walked in front of Wu Xie, and asked the Zhang family on the side to tie him up again.

She turned around and walked towards the door behind the shelf, and said, "Bring him here, I'm going to use a knife to cut little by little, as a punishment for him to play with us for so long." ”

The light outside shone in through the open door, and Wu Xie saw that there was a half-human-high, blood-stained stone table inside, with a mahogany cutting board on the edge, and there were still unscraped flesh and bones on it.

That's a real slaughterhouse!

It's over!

Wu Xie's eyes suddenly darkened.

The two Zhang family members sandwiched him in the middle and dragged him into the door without hesitation, so frightened that his legs kept struggling back, and the tips of his shoes rubbed two long marks on the ground.

His arm was held down and stuck in a half-iron ring specially poured and inlaid on the edge of the stone platform, and his head was pressed tightly against the cutting board.

The surface of the chopped wooden plank was pitted, his cheeks ached, and the gas coming in and out of the tip of his nose was filled with a disgusting stench, and the whole person seemed to have been submerged in a large jar behind the stone platform that contained the chopped meat scraps.

Sen Han's dagger flashed in front of his eyes with silver light, a cold and strong hand pressed on the back of his neck, his fingertips seemed to soothe the artery on the side of his neck, and his voice was low, "Don't be afraid, I start cutting from the spinal cord, you don't feel any pain, only the first moment." ”

The chill climbed down his back to the back of his head, Wu Xie finally couldn't hold it anymore, and roared in a broken heart, "I'm really Wu Xie, you're mistaken!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, and something warm ran down his neck and onto his chin, gradually gathering into a large pool of dazzling red in the afterglow.

Immediately afterward, he realized that he could no longer feel his body at all.

"You've cut the wrong person......" he squeezed out the sentence with all his might, and his vision gradually began to dim.

He wondered if his head had been separated from his body.

He felt extremely sleepy, his eyelids were overwhelmed, and finally he closed them heavily.

Zhang Haike took a cigarette and walked to the stone platform, and said to Zhang Qixun: "Stop, he should be real, don't be scared to death." ”

Zhang Qixun said "um", pulled out the blocking anesthetic inserted in the midpoint of the posterior edge of Wu Xie's sternocleidomastoid muscle, and dipped a cotton swab in iodine on the blood-streaked needle to stop the bleeding.

Zhang Haixing put away the big blood bag in her hand angrily, pouted and said, "I said that I would give it to me." ”

Zhang Qixun didn't give her half a look, covered the needle cap, and threw it into the big jar opposite along with the used cotton swabs, "You can beat me and I'll talk about it." ”

"Cut!" Zhang Haixing snorted coldly, turned her head and washed the pig blood on her hands.

Zhang Haike's hand with a cigarette lit Wu Xie, who was still lying unconscious on the stone platform, "Don't wake him up?" ”

"He has a fever, and there is something wrong with his face when I look at him before." Zhang Qixun took Wu Xie's arm out of the iron ring and wiped the blood from his neck and chin with a wet towel.

Then he carried him on his back with one hand, raised his feet and walked out, "Let him sleep well first, and then talk about it when he wakes up." ”

Zhang Haike raised his eyebrows and walked out after him, "Why don't you see that you are so careful about the dozen or twenty fakes in front." ”

"You've said they're fakes, and you really don't have to be careful about the only one." Zhang Qixun went out with someone on his back to say hello to Zhang Longban.

Dan saw Zhang Qixun coming out with someone on his back, so he wanted to take it, because he knew that Zhang Qixun's body had just recovered.

Zhang Qixun didn't want his actions to be too obvious in front of some people, so he changed Wu Xie to Dan's back.

Seeing that Wu Xie's entire face was burned red, Zhang Longban didn't say anything.

Two people were left to clean up the scene, and the rest quickly left the basement.

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Wu Xie was awakened by a little sunlight squeezed in through the crack in the window, staring at the familiar wood-beamed ceiling, still dazed and a little unable to come back to his senses.

What happened before?

Oh yes, he said the wrong answer, and the men pressed him to the board to cut his head.

But wasn't his head cut off, and there was a lot of blood at the time, so why wasn't he dead? I can also think, and I can feel a little hungry.

The tip of my nose smelled a milky sweet aroma, and my stomach burned and hurt, I was so hungry, I was really hungry.

"Awake?" A voice whispered in his ear, "Wake up and eat something." ”

This sound? It's kind of familiar.

Wu Xie remembered that before he lost consciousness, the last voice he heard was this.

Someone lifted the curtains, and more warm light came in, casting a shadow overhead.

His neck was so sore that Wu Xie had to roll his eyes to see it, and found that the person was Bai Ci, a member of the executioner who had calmly said that he was going to cut his head.

"You ......" Wu Xie opened his mouth, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was rubbing on wood.

Until he was helped to sit up and saw the drip hanging on his hand, Wu Xie was still a little confused, "What's the matter?" Why is my head still there? Didn't you cut it down for me? ”

"We're not interested in your head."

Wu Xie poked out another head in front of his eyes, it was the fake Wu Xie, holding a small bowl in his hand, sucking the fragrance of eating.

After being stunned for two seconds, Wu Xie's mind finally turned around and stared at him in surprise, "We? You're in the same league as them! You guys got two sets to trick me? ”

"It's not too stupid." Zhang Haike hooked his foot on the stool and dragged him over to sit on the edge of the bed, and said with a smile, "Let me re-introduce, my surname is Zhang, and I am of the same clan as your friend, and my name is Zhang Haike." ”

Wu Xie saw Zhang Qixun coming over with a bowl from the other side, and was speechless for a long time when he faced such two "fake Wu Xie" faces.

Maybe it was because so many dead heads had caused him a serious psychological shadow before, and he wanted to vomit when he saw this face now.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked.

Zhang Qixun stuffed the warm porridge bowl into his hand, "Let's make a mat first, it's not time for lunch yet." ”

Then he dragged a chair over and sat down, and thought for a moment, "Where to start......

Zhang Haike drank the goat milk porridge in the bowl in three or two times, put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "Let me say it first." ”

"Okay." Zhang Qi looked for himself and nodded.

"The reason why your head is still hanging on your neck is because Bai Ci inserted an anesthetic injection into your neck yesterday, and then we sprinkled some pig's blood on the back of your neck." Zhang Haike said.

"That's the last test for you, I believe that people won't lie at that time, and in that state, you can't detect that it's still a game."

Wu Xie gulped down the porridge, felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach, rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and said in his heart, Damn, these people's hearts are too bad.

Zhang Haike naturally saw what he was thinking from his expression, but he didn't care, he continued: "Over the years, in order to find you, we have secretly solved many troubles that you don't know, and the few heads you see are just a drop in the bucket, and we said that we cut off the heads of more than ten or twenty 'Wu Xie', which is not a lie to you." ”

Wu Xie glanced at the quiet Zhang Qixun and asked, "Why are you looking for me?" ”

"Because you're the only one." Zhang Haike said, "Maybe you don't know that you are the only person in this world who has the potential to save the Zhang family." ”

Wu Xie didn't say anything, he didn't believe his words at all, these people were all awesome, and they could go to heaven and earth if they were pulled out, how could they need his little snack to save them.

At this time, Wu Xie had not yet opened the box left by Zhang Qixun, because the box was taken away by the black blind man.

Wu Xie only knew that his last two generations had been working hard against the tenth family behind the Nine Gates, that is, its puppet that caused Muyu's accident in the Zhangjia Ancient Building.

He didn't associate this matter with the huge family system of the Zhang family at first, and it wasn't until he listened to Zhang Haike's words that he realized that what the black blind man said was right, the enemy is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that the enemy is not only powerful, but also unknown.

In the past, the main forces of the Zhang family have been entrenched in the northeast, and they have continued for a long time, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Such a family actually controls many historical events, including many people with Zhang names in history from ancient times to the present, all of whom belong to the Zhang family's secret chess pieces, which is well documented in the epitaphs of the family's ancient building.

The Zhang family is like an invisible giant net that permeates all the key nodes of society.

However, it is such a family, which has experienced countless generations of dynasties, and even they themselves cannot understand why such a strong family system will fall apart one day.

Since the branch of Zhang Da Buddha broke away from the Zhang family as the starting point, this family gradually began to slowly disintegrate under the erosion of new ideas.

Why is the family corrupted by an incomplete system? At first, they couldn't figure it out, but it wasn't until they came across an opportunity that they figured it out – and that was because they had been strong for too long.

Like bulletproof glass, the center is too indestructible, but the closer you get to the edge, the more fragile it becomes.

The main clan system collapsed very quickly, although some of them were deliberately induced, but in the end, the reason was that many young people in the family were very yearning for the so-called true freedom.

The Zhang family lived a long life, and they had tried almost everything, so many of them were under the control of the main clan, and gradually suppressed the rebellious mentality, and they hoped to achieve a completely different state.

The only one who survived such an ideological upsurge and was almost unaffected was the foreigners of the Zhang family who had been active in Nanyang all year round.

They are the window to the outside world, and they are also the only one outside the Zhang family's absolutely conservative system.

This branch is already developing in the extremely free Nanyang region, and is very adaptable to the world pattern and the collision of various fresh ideas.

This group of people has been very stable until the Zhang family collapsed unconsciously, and they still developed very well overseas, and slowly changed into another form.

Replacement completed

(End of chapter)