Once upon a time there was a demon pass

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

But the receptionist brushed off his clothes, hiding his achievements and fame, and closed 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 expectantly.

Since the Internet has become more and more developed, there are various channels for recruitment information and advertisements, which makes the life of these media companies not particularly easy.

"The next issue of the newspaper, the advertisement column, the fourth place."

"Hiring waiters."

"Contact, Mr. Li."

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

Sister Wang was taken aback for a moment, but soon laughed again: "Only one episode?"

"Ok, no problem."

"Then what is your specific contact information?"

"How to prepare the advertising copy."

Yu Sheng withdrew his gaze and pondered for a few seconds: "Change the contact person to Mr. Sun, or Mr. Li."

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

She had just spoken halfway, and the next moment she kicked the table suddenly, driving the chair back and back, near the window, and arched her body at this moment, trying to smash the window and escape.

Yu Sheng still stood there without moving, but suddenly there were space cracks in the window, sealing it shut.

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

But before she could react, Yu Sheng seemed to just take 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 surrounding space became somewhat stagnant, as if she was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate herself.

"Seven senses..."

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

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

Blood poured out.

But Yu Sheng still pulled out the other molar at the same time with a blank face, held it in his hand, and observed it carefully.

"Finally, I saw someone hiding poison in their teeth outside Sin City..."

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

And that Sister Wang's face was ashen, restrained on the chair by the power of space rules, unable to move, only blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Can we talk?"

Yu Sheng looked at Sister Wang and asked.

Sister Wang sneered, and slowly closed her eyes.

The imaginary torture did not happen, Yu Sheng just opened the window on the side and looked at the outside world.

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

Yu Sheng withdrew his gaze, grabbed Sister Wang's clothes, and threw it out along the window, and then jumped out himself, and finally did not forget to help close the window.

Ten minutes later, there was no movement in the room. When the receptionist took two glasses of water to check the situation, he found the room was empty and fell into confusion.

people...

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 again?"

"Torture?"

"Isn't it the same as the Dark Pavilion?"

"The wilderness, are you insulting me?"

Sister Wang sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

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

Steel needles, small machetes, bamboo sticks...

Seeing these utensils, Sister Wang, who was still disdainful just a second ago, shrank her pupils.

"what are you going to do!!!"

"Lynching is illegal and does not conform to Mo Ge's humanitarian policy!"

"Personal torture is not allowed for prisoners."

Sister Wang's voice became a little sharper.

"Um..."

"Is such that."

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

'The Moge Act, Article 22, Article [-], is temporarily repealed. '

'Reboot in two hours. '

'Signed by: Yu Sheng. '

Looking at the content on the note, Sister Wang suddenly raised her head: "Are you the owner of the Mo Pavilion?"

"Ah."

"I'm going to start."

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

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, without any intention of explaining too much, and kept picking among the cloth strips.

"Kill me! Kill me!!!"

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

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

Her tone was full of pleading.

But I don't know how many times I heard this kind of tone when Yu Sheng was in Sin City.

Even, far more sincere than her.