After receiving the signal from the usher, Sister Wang also had a smile on her face, stood up from the chair, took the initiative to come to the door, took Yu Sheng in, and pulled out the chair to let Yu Sheng sit down.

And the usher was to sweep his clothes, hide his merit and fame, and close the door intimately.

"Excuse me, what are your advertising needs?"

"How big is the layout, and how long is the release cycle?"

Sister Wang took out a pen and paper and asked with some expectation.

Since the Internet has become more and more developed, there are various channels for recruitment information and advertising, resulting in the life of these media companies is not particularly easy.

"Next issue of the newspaper, advertising column, fourth place."

"Recruit waiters."

"Contact, Mr. Li."

Yu Sheng raised his head, looked directly into Sister Wang's eyes, and said slowly.

Sister Wang was stunned for a moment, and soon laughed again: "Just one issue? ”

"Okay, no problem."

"And what is your specific contact information?"

"How is the ad copy going to be done."

Yu Sheng retracted his gaze and muttered for a few seconds: "The contact person can be changed to Mr. Sun, or Mr. Li." ”

Sister Wang's expression was unnatural for a moment, but she quickly lowered her head and recorded on the paper: "Your request is a little strange, so specific..."

She was only halfway through her sentence when she suddenly kicked on the table, causing her chair to fall backwards and retreat closer to the window, and at that moment she arched herself and tried to smash the window to escape.

Yu Sheng still stood in place and didn't move, but the position of the window suddenly had more Dao spatial cracks, sealing it.

Sister Wang's expression changed, and her eyes became sharp.

But before she could react, Yu Sheng seemed to be just a slight step forward, but he was already standing in front of her.

Sister Wang subconsciously wanted to raise her hand, but found that the space around her had become a little stagnant, as if she was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't extricate herself.

"Seven Senses..."

At this moment, there was a little desperation in her eyes, and she finally became resolute.

But before she could do anything, Yu Sheng pinched her face, broke her mouth, stretched out a fishing line with two fingers, skillfully hooked in, hung the back molars, and pulled it out violently.

Blood gushed out.

And the rest of his life still had an expressionless face, and he pulled out the other back molars at the same time, pinched it in his hand, and observed it carefully.

"Finally I saw someone hiding poison in his teeth outside the city of sin..."

I don't know if I should be glad that even if all these years have passed, I haven't thrown away this craft for the rest of my life, and I will always subconsciously maintain this habit.

And that Sister Wang was like ashes, bound to the chair by the power of the rules of space, unable to move, only blood spilled down the corners of her mouth.

"Can you talk?"

Yu Sheng looked at Sister Wang and asked.

Sister Wang sneered and slowly closed her eyes.

The imaginary torture did not happen, and the rest of his life was just an open window and a look at the outside world.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the window of Sister Wang's office corresponds to a remote street, which is very narrow, and few people walk around on weekdays.

Yu Sheng retracted his gaze, dragged Sister Wang's clothes, and threw them out along the window, and then jumped out of the same way, and finally did not forget to close the window to help close.

It wasn't until ten minutes later, when he heard no movement in the room, that the waitress came to see the situation with two glasses of water, and found the room empty and fell into confusion.

Person...

Lost?

……

"Can we talk?"

Outside Mobei City, on a low hillside, Yu Sheng looked at that Sister Wang and asked softly again.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Torture?"

"Isn't it the Dark Pavilion?"

"Wilderness, insult me?"

Sister Wang sneered, with a faint sarcasm in her eyes.

Looking at Sister Wang, who was already in her forties, she was a little silent for the rest of her life, and finally silently opened her backpack, took out a wrapped strip of cloth, and slowly opened it, revealing a bunch of utensils tied to the strip of cloth.

Steel needles, small scimitars, bamboo sticks...

Seeing these appliances, Sister Wang's pupils, who were still disdainful a second, shrank.

"What are you going to do!!"

"Lynching is illegal and inconsistent with the humanitarian policy of the Moge!"

"Prisoners cannot be physically tortured."

Sister Wang's voice became a little sharp.

"Hmm..."

"That's right."

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds, nodded slightly, and then took out a pen and paper in his backpack, as if he was writing something, and finally showed the paper in front of Sister Wang's eyes.

'The Ink Court Act, Articles 7 and 22, is repealed for the time being. ’

'Restarted two hours later. ’

'Signed: Yu Sheng. ’

Looking at the contents of the note, Sister Wang raised her head suddenly: "You are the Pavilion Master of the Ink Pavilion?" ”

"Hmm."

"I'm going to start."

"It's just two hours, get through it, and I'll have to write it all over again."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, and didn't mean to explain too much, constantly picking among the strips of cloth.

"Kill me! Kill me!!! ”

Sister Wang began to struggle frantically, but under the constraints of the power of the rules, she couldn't even move her fingers.

"Please, kill me, I... I..."

Her tone was full of supplication.

But this tone, when I was in Sin City for the rest of my life, I don't know how much I heard it.

Even, far more sincere than her.