[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Although there were no more valuable discoveries in the fight in Anyang, whether it was the discovery of ghost relics or the rule of "returning yin to yang", it was a great inspiration and help for the lifting of the curse of the stone. It's worth the trip.

Now we can only hope to find a better solution while harvesting rice dumplings to delay the onset of the curse.

In the past two days, Fatty said that he had some matters to deal with and returned to Beijing.According to the plan, I can't go back to Changsha, and it's not interesting to go back to Hangzhou. I can only stay in the hotel in Anyang with Poker Fing for a while to rest.

But we have not been idle for two days.

Poker-Face went out at dawn on the first day. I thought he was just going out for morning exercises to get some fresh air, but it turned out that he was rather awesome and disappeared all day.It rained at night, and I listened to the howling wind outside and waited until 11:[-]. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I took an umbrella and wanted to wait for him at the main entrance of the hotel.

Coincidentally, as soon as the elevator door opened on the first floor, the oil bottle was standing in front of me, dripping water from my hair and clothes.He lowered his head, his bangs drooped to cover his eyes, and he still had no expression on his face, but I could feel the indescribable viciousness in the aura around him, which made one feel chilled.

I babbled a few words, urged him to take a hot bath, took advantage of his time to take a bath, called room service, had a supper with him, and lay down to sleep together.

It’s been a long time since I’ve asked about the business and social affairs of my family in Changsha, and I always feel a little uneasy—of course, it’s not because I don’t worry about Erfan’s ability, but because I’m afraid that he will die early from overwork.

At dawn the next day, Poker Bottle went out.After washing up, I ate breakfast and called Erfan.

He yelled "Buddha" aloud, and the sound was floating, which scared me.It was only later that I remembered that since I received the Poker Bottle, I have never bothered to ask about such important matters as the auditing of the accounts at the beginning of the year and the visits to the house that should have made me so busy that I was foaming at the mouth. Erfan carried it silently.

I feel a little guilty and can't bear it at once, but the reality is right in front of me.

I will never be as tolerant to Erfan as I am to Wang Meng. In my position, fate may tolerate my soft-hearted once and let Wang Meng go, but the mission cannot give me a second chance to soften my heart. Let Erfan go.

Everyone has their own destiny and choices. When they choose to start, they must be responsible for everything after that.If you want to survive, you can only rely on your own maturity, nothing more.

I told him to go to sleep quickly to catch his breath, and in his name, I took over all the affairs of the Wu family remotely.Before he fell asleep, he told me that he could focus on "concerning" the movements of Zhang's family. Recently, he has been having difficulty contacting me, which is why he failed to remind me in time.

I glanced at the hoodie hanging in the bathroom that was drenched last night and then I washed it with soap, and I immediately contacted the abnormal behavior of Poker Oil Fever in my mind for the past two days, and quickly transferred the Wu family collection. Take a closer look at recent information.

The conclusion is: the Zhang family is trying its best to recover the vitality.

Since a week ago, the Zhang family members who have been trained all over the country have gathered from a scattered state at an alarming speed, and then disappeared from the field of vision of my intelligence network at an extremely fast speed.

what does that mean?The Zhang family is finally going to make a big deal after years of quiet cultivation?Or, the Zhang family encountered an unprecedented crisis?Or is the Zhang family finally starting their long-lost civil war struggle?

These scenarios are all possible, but I can't rule out other possibilities.

The rest of the day, I spent dealing with complicated affairs of the Wu family, which required my full attention, and it was also the best way to distract me from the Zhang family and Poker Ping.

When it was just dark, Poker-Face came back earlier than I expected.The sound of him opening the door startled me, and I snapped the laptop shut reflexively.

In fact, there was nothing really to hide from him, it was really just a pure conditioned reflex, but the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

To be honest, he didn't want to tell me. I didn't have the patience I had back then, and I didn't want to chase after his ass to ask, but there was no result.Even, I can roughly guess that he did it for my own good.

I just find it a little ridiculous.

You see, now I live in a hotel room with Poker-Face, and even sleep in the same bed.But I wanted to know what he was thinking, what he was worried about, and what he was doing, but I didn't dare to open my mouth to ask directly. Instead, I had to rely on the general information of the Wu family to guess it myself.

Isn't it funny?Anyway, I think there is no one in this world who is more entangled than the two of us, it hurts so much.

I stretched my waist stiffly and asked him:

"Is it almost over?"

Just finished speaking, thinking about it was not right, the tone was like interrogating a subordinate's concubine, so I could only add another sentence unnaturally: "Brother, have you had dinner yet?"

The guy opposite was bored for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but he shook his head and went to take a shower.

In fact, the phrase "brother, tell me what's going on. Although I'm not up to that level, after all, it's better if one more person resists than only one person." I can't even spit it out.

I secretly scolded myself for being a coward, and sat down in front of the computer in desperation, caring about my own pain.

Two days later, the fat man came back from Beijing with a full stomach. I made overall arrangements, and Audio-Technica's "Plan for Collecting Rice Dumplings" was officially put on the agenda.

At the beginning, we adopted the method of "group fight and group destruction". The specific method was to select a large group of guys and sweep the entire tomb, just like locusts.After repairing, they will besiege Zongwang, and under the excellent leadership of Audio-Technica, they will grind him to death.

But right away I discovered the drawbacks of this approach - it was too costly.After all, it was a rare fierce fight, and often before seeing Zong Wang, the team's combat power was weakened by other monsters and goblins. Just seeing the work-related injury medical expenses reported by the buddy made me very heartbroken.What's more, having more people doesn't mean safer, and the dangers and casualties caused by the trigger mechanism of some guys with cheap hands and brains are also terrible.

So the strategy changed to: lead the way with Poker-Face, Audio-Technica took a shortcut and went straight to Huanglong. When fighting the Zongwang, Poker-Fing rushed up to melee, and the fat man and I planted traps and shot coldly, and finally annoyed Zongwang to death.

But right away, I realized that it was impossible to do so, it was too unkind—I am not Wu Paipi, I can’t let Poker Bottle resist monsters every time, I have to regret it when I am exhausted.

So the strategy changed again: Audio-Technica still singled out a rice dumpling king, but instead, the fat man and I wailed and yelled and ran all over the tomb to spread hatred. Get out and stall for time.And Poker Bottle, as the ultimate killer, has been lying in ambush, waiting for the best opportunity, a deadly move, convenient and quick, saving time and effort. ——It’s just that every time I finish working, I shout until my voice becomes hoarse.

The amazing thing is that every rice dumpling king who is old enough to produce a black ghost relic will weather and disappear at an extremely fast speed after being killed, leaving only the ghost relic in place.So much so that every time we dumped a zongzi, we stared at his body, hoping that he would fade away instead of falling to the ground.

Of course, when it comes to taking ghost relics, I also quickly transitioned from being awkward at the beginning to being familiar with it. Anyway, isn’t it the process of "holding→kissing→falling"? It doesn’t matter if I’m not with outsiders. that is.

Unfortunately, after three months, everyone's enthusiasm gradually cooled down, because a fact was before us: a black ghost relic can only last a few days for the two of us, so it is obvious that our collection speed is not as fast as ours. speed of consumption.If we keep doing this, what awaits us is nothing but a dead end.

This thing needs a new breakthrough, and it must be fast.

Running out of time.