My Past Life Simulator

  Chapter 495 494 [He Zhao: "I want to show you some exciting programs!"]

  As for, why is it the first save point, not the second save point?

  It's very simple. During this period of time, the remnants of the Dacheng Sect in Shangyang City have not yet been reported anonymously by some shameless bastard.

  There are many things in He Zhao's heart that he hasn't figured out. How can he be willing to let the little cuties encounter sudden disasters and be imprisoned one after another, and it's too late to take care of them!

  The sleepy-eyed remnants of the Mahayana religion had just woken up for some reason and their backs felt cold, and there seemed to be something terrifying vaguely coveting them secretly.

   "Today, let's skip class for a day."

   After the voice fell, he didn't care about washing and eating, put on his clothes and went downstairs, and started the car in the garage.

  Early in the morning, there are few vehicles on the street.

   Unfortunately, it was around 6:30. If it was 7:30, I dare not say that the water would be blocked, but I am afraid that it will delay a lot of time on the road.

   Arrived unimpeded all the way to the fish shop of Gao Chun, the second in command of the Mahayana teaching in Shangyang City, and then stopped at the door of his shop, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

   After a while, the shopkeeper Gao, who was in his twenties but looked like he was over thirty-five years old, drove a dilapidated gold bucket van to the front of his shop in a daze.

"Ok?"

  He looked at the semi-new high-end car at the door, and he was a little puzzled, maybe it was for buying fish. He opened the door and got out of the car, walked to the passenger window of the car, raised his hand and tapped on the glass lightly.

   "Dang Dang Dang!"

  The car window was lowered, and in the cab was a young and outrageous boy, whose face looked like a high school student.

  That’s right, Ruthless Zhao is a serious high school senior, so he doesn’t need to pretend at all.

   "Sir, please move the car, you are blocking the door of my shop."

  Shopkeeper Gao was smiling, with the amiable appearance of a businessman. It has to be said that if he hadn't known his identity in advance, even if someone identified him as a remnant of the Mahayana religion, he would not have believed it.

   "Mr. Gao, right, get in the car. I have a business, I want to talk to you, big business."

   "???"

  Gao Chun was stunned when he heard the words. He was just about to say that you, a child, are talking about business with me, but he remembered that the price of the car in front of him was not cheap, so he opened the door and got into the co-pilot.

  In the past few days, the leader has always been thinking about planning something big, so let's get rid of people first, and there must be no conflicts.

   "Poof—"

   Sitting down, Shopkeeper Gao's complexion suddenly turned red.

   Immediately afterwards, the little face turned pale again.

  Brows of sweat dripped from his forehead, almost forming a line.

  Just as he opened his mouth and was about to howl, a big hand suddenly covered his mouth.

   "woo woo woo"

   "Hiss—"

  The next second, the big hand disappeared.

  It was replaced by scotch tape, and his mouth was sealed tightly for almost two or three seconds.

  The car turned on its ignition and drove to a remote road.

  After more than 20 minutes, it stopped at a dilapidated road.

  "Shopkeeper Gao, I have something I want to ask you, please don't be perfunctory. Also, after you take off the tape, don't shout. If you shout, the whole family will suffer."

   After finishing speaking, the surname He tore off the scotch tape.

   Gao Chun gritted his teeth, stared at the windshield directly in front of him with blood red eyes, and said viciously every word.

   "You want. know. know. what?"

   It wasn't that he didn't want to glare at someone, but that he couldn't move his body and couldn't turn his head.

  As for why every word?

   Nonsense, the little yellow flower was pierced by sharp things, so can you talk without sandwiching it?

  Change someone else, I'm afraid I'll be howling at the top of my throat!

   That's right, some mean and shameless bastard, improve the seat a little bit. Relying on the ingenuity of the mechanical Daoguo, he fixed the vajra pestle under the seat with his hands.

   It’s okay not to sit, but one seat will definitely be stuck in the flesh.

  Don’t forget that the Vajra Pestle, a magic weapon in the temple town of Langshan Temple, is said to be indestructible.

  Even if it is a glass blessed by a secret spell, it is still easy to break, let alone a mere human body.

   It's just that He Zhao never expected that the surname Gao was really bad luck, and he sat so accurately.

  If he didn't design the mechanism himself, he can definitely think that the other party is a scheming 0, and leave it here for excitement.

  Gao Chun also didn't expect that the young man in the driver's seat was really a panda ordering takeaway—the bamboo shoots came home.

  Don't talk about Wude, come to cheat, come and attack him as a fish seller.

   "I am very interested in the head of Mahayana Buddha."

   "!!"

  Gao Chun's complexion suddenly changed. Although he had expected it before, it might be his special identity that caused the sudden disaster. But when it is really confirmed, I can't help but feel fear.

   "Don't be afraid, it's just a few questions, and I don't want your life. I always keep my word, and my moral bottom line has always been high. I am a gentleman of integrity and a person who keeps promises."

   Regardless of whether other people believe it or not, Shopkeeper Gao does not.

  A person with a high moral bottom line can hide a sharp magic weapon under the seat to stab people?

  It is not clear whether it is honesty or not, but would a gentleman use other people's family members as bargaining chips?

   "Let me ask, what is Wang Zhao's strength?"

   "Guru."

  Shopkeeper Gao almost gritted his teeth, the back of his **** hurts so much, he can't stand without clenching his teeth.

   "It's kind of tricky."

  Famous ruthless people know their own family affairs, and it is a bit of a dream to take down a guru when they want to be silent and unobtrusive.

   "What is the suppressant in his body, or what is the strange ability?"

   "I don't know, he never said it to the outside world. But once, I saw with my own eyes a member of the sect who was unwilling to let him get rid of him. When he sneaked up on him, he stabbed him in the back.

   As a result, Wang Zhaofei was not seriously injured, but the person who attacked him was injured. Therefore, I suspect that the trick in his body has the ability to transfer damage. "

Huh?

  It sounds a bit similar to Qi Renxi's little supernatural power - the art of sending spirits.

   Ruthless Zhao squinted his eyes, looking as if he was thinking about everything.

  For a moment, he smiled at Gao Chun.

   "Thank you for your clarification."

   "Rewind."

  The world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

  The high-end car returned to the fish shop from the dilapidated street, the owner Gao also left from the passenger seat, and the car backed all the way back to the garage of Shuxiang Yajun.

  In the bedroom, the time display—[06:30:05].

   "It's time to meet for a while, the leader of the Mahayana branch who has been lurking in Shangyang City."

  He dressed and washed without rushing, and made himself a hearty breakfast before going downstairs and driving slowly towards the Xishuang Road Billiard Hall.

   That's right, someone is going to confront the other person head-on.

  I hope Wang Zhao can cooperate. Once the plan is successful, there is a high probability that he will be captured.

  Of course, I didn’t intend to take it all at once. It took a few trials and errors to figure out the specific ability of the man in the suit to suppress the object.

  If you were someone else, you wouldn't dare to play like this, a failure would be your death day.

  But who told people to have the Dafa of resetting the archives!

   Affordable and affordable.

  Forty-five minutes, and arrived at the destination smoothly.

  He Zhao left the car, disappeared immediately, and escaped directly from the ground to the second underground floor.

   into the eyes, surrounded by emptiness.

  On the wall directly in front, there is a big [Buddha] character written on it.

   Below the Buddha character is the spiritual position, but unfortunately there is no name written.

  In front of the spiritual seat, a few sticks of burnt incense.

   "Simple training ground."

   In addition, if you guessed correctly, the tablet was not for the Mahayana Buddha, but for Wang Zhao, the master who came to Shangyang City and didn't even explain his funeral clearly, so he just got rid of it.

  On the fourth floor, the man in the suit who just got up seemed to feel something when someone entered the second basement.

  He didn't even bother to put on a coat, and immediately got into the elevator and hurried underground.

   Ten seconds later, when the elevator door opened, I saw a strange young man looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you?"

   The two sides met, but did not act immediately.

  The other party's reaction was not beyond Ruthless Zhao's expectations.

  Personally, he doesn’t want to make too much noise, and he doesn’t want to make a big noise either. Bufa Temple knows that a guru is hiding in the urban area, so he must be thinking about what you want to do, and whether you have bad intentions.

   Putting in a little bit of human resources, I dare not say that if you dig out Lao Wang's underpants, at least you can find some clues. As long as you follow the investigation, no one will get away!

   "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is the purpose of coming here."

"Please say."

  Seeing that the intruder is so calm, the man in the suit is very vigilant, who dares to go to Liangshan without three or two?

  It looks like a skinny man who insists on driving a tank weighing more than 300 kilograms, sits down on his buttocks, and must fold people in half.

   At the same time, the ability that belongs to the suppressor is gradually released, spreading forward silently.

   "I want to know some history about Mahayana Buddha. Remember that the words I use are history, not stories. Presumably, as the leader of the Mahayana branch in Shangyang City, you must have detailed records in your hands?"

  One sentence made Wang Zhao dizzy.

  How do you know my identity!

  This person must not be left behind.

  In an instant, the cold aura prevailed, wrapping around Ruthless Zhao's body, penetrating in all directions.

   "Hoo—"

  Wang Zhao subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and connected with the other party, and he will surely be invincible in the future.

  As long as no big disturbance is made, it is easy to capture and kill the intruders.

   "Young people, don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

  The surname Wang was too lazy to talk nonsense, and drew a long and narrow dagger from his waist.

  Next, aim at your heart and stab it hard.

   "噗嗤—"

   A knife stabbed in, and the long blade penetrated from the back. The strange thing is that there was no trace of blood splashing out, as if it was not his body, but someone else's.

  Facts have proved that it is indeed not his, but a famous ruthless person.

  He Zhao lowered his head, looked at the heart that was pierced suddenly, and couldn't help raising his hands, applauding again and again.

   "???"

  Wang Zhao looked stupid, didn't you see that you were injured, why did you look like a normal person.

   Applause, you're pretty alive.

"interesting."

  Old Wang pierced his heart with a knife. At that moment, there was a vague feeling, a strange force that closely connected the two sides.

  So, he took the damage for him.

   "Parasite? Find a substitute? Damage transfer?"

   "Your expression just now was very interesting. When you talked about parasitic eyes, there was no ripple at all. When you heard about looking for a substitute, the corners of your eyes twitched slightly, which was almost invisible. Talk about damage transfer, and you will return to normal immediately."

   "Well, I'm sure I'm looking for a substitute."

  Three sentences, Wang Zhao wished to draw out his knife and cut off his tongue.

   What the hell, a face-to-face meeting gave him a clear understanding of his background.

   There seems to be no difference between finding a substitute and transferring damage, but in fact the difference is too big.

  First, let’s talk about the word substitute, which refers to a person who replaces others, and often refers to a person who suffers on behalf of others.

   In other words, all the factors that are not conducive to the man in the suit can be transferred to the double, such as physical injuries, mental injuries, and even diseases, disabilities, etc.

  Injury transfer, as the name suggests: Literally, it can only transfer away the damage to oneself, and it is not as comprehensive as finding a substitute even if you are exhausted.

   "I heard from your right-hand man that when you recruited him into the teaching, he looked like this young man. Now ten years have passed, and he is still the same as before.

  Practitioners may be able to delay aging, but they will definitely not be able to do so. So, can the ability to find a substitute be plundered, or can the lifespan be extracted from the person who died for him? "

  “.”

  Silence, Lao Wang was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would be tricked into getting more news.

   "It's really a good suppressant. The immortality that the ancient emperor wanted, you can get it at your fingertips."

   "Poof—"

  Wang Zhao drew his knife, spattering a large amount of blood from He Zhao again.

   "Talking too much, early death and early rebirth."

   What made him dumbfounded was that the strange intruder still had an indifferent attitude. Moreover, the wound on the heart, flesh and blood intertwined and squirming, slowly healed completely.

   "?"

  The whole person surnamed Wang is stupid. To use an idiom to describe it, it is like being struck by lightning.

"you"

  Before he finished speaking, there was a pop, a certain famous wolf, took out a sharp knife, and stabbed himself in the waist.

   "Hiss—"

  Wang Zhao gasped, the sudden pain really caught people off guard.

   "In the world, there is no perfect ability. Your substitute is really powerful, even very comprehensive. Similarly, there must be flaws, or costs."

  Yes, the price of finding a substitute is that Lao Wang needs to suffer together.

  Don't look at the expressionless front, with a calm face piercing the heart, in fact, he is also in pain.

"You don't dare to confront me with great fanfare, because you will be exposed. Therefore, the best solution is to rely on finding a substitute to kill me silently. But, there is one thing you miscalculated. I, have Wearing an immortal body. Even if the head is broken, you can still be reborn."

   As soon as the voice fell, Lang Mie took out a small folding saw, the dense sawtooth on it made one's scalp tingle.

   "What are you, what are you going to do?"

  Wang Zhao had an ominous premonition in his heart.

   "Hehe, I'm even more sure that finding a substitute has many flaws. When I'm done piercing my waist, if you can immediately terminate the contact with me, it will prove that my guess is wrong.

  Let me take a guess, how long does it take to find a double? one day? No no no, no. long time? six hours? Your face tells me that nothing is right.

die? Only the death of a substitute can completely cut off the connection between us? Oh, right this time. Your eyes betrayed yourself. "

   "Gudong—"

  Where did the pervert come from!

  I didn't say a **** word, it just turned me upside down.

   "What the **** are you going to do?"

   "Nothing, I just want to show you some exciting programs."

   After saying that, the famous Lang Mie operated the folding saw and placed it across the front of his neck.

   Gan!

  Wang Zhao looked desperate.

  (end of this chapter)