Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 642 Playing with threats
“Who is dreaming?!”

As soon as Wang Xie finished speaking, the dense snowflakes that were falling suddenly hovered in the air strangely, just like the white dots jumping on a damaged desk screen, giving people a strong sense of falsehood out of thin air.

It seemed that the dreamer didn't bother to hide the fact that it was a dream and told the two people frankly about their situation.

Just as the two were in amazement, a strange and out-of-tune singing tune suddenly sounded.

"The emperor's common name is Zhao, and he has come to the palace with the imperial edict."

The sound was so sharp that it was like someone rubbing gravel against glass, piercing through the heart and brain, making people shudder.

At the same time, the hovering snow dots suddenly vibrated in unison, with an inexplicable frequency like the beat of a drum.

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice, completely different from the previous one, sounded, responding to the previous shrill voice.

"Where does the king come from? Where does he go?"

"From the Yellow Millet Sea! To the Chaos World."

"You have traveled thousands of miles and taken all the trouble to see what kind of scenery you have seen?"

"Coming from Shu to Chengdu, passing by a thatched cottage and a marquis' mansion. A play of literature and a play of martial arts. Since ancient times, the rich have passed on their wealth, and the poor have no way to turn things around. Cooking rich meals and drinking good wine, the bitterness always goes to the mouth. If you want to enjoy happiness in this life, you can be reborn in a dream to get ahead."

Here we sing: "If you don't thank the heaven, there will be no rain; if you don't thank the earth, the grass won't grow. If you don't obey the will of heaven, you will be struck by lightning; if you don't worship the king, your dreams won't come true."

The other side replied: "Thanks to the heaven, it rains; thanks to the earth, grass grows. If you obey the will of heaven, thunder will not strike you; if you bow to the king, your dream will come true."

"The Nine Lords of Yin and Yang bring blessings, and you must listen to their honorific title of Siming."

As everyone sang in unison, a figure in black clothes and red pants slowly emerged.

"If you are disrespectful, what is your sin? You will be reciting the sutra for the dead in reincarnation."

An ancient and majestic golden mask covered the visitor's face, and a cold voice without any emotion came out of his mouth.

"Yin Yang Sequence East Palace, Nine Lords, Sima Ming."

He Zangjia suddenly jumped up from the stool, and his movement was so big that he knocked over the empty wine jar on the table, which broke into pieces with a loud crash.

But before he could come to his senses after experiencing the dream for the first time, a cold light flashed across the corner of his eyes.

The Embroidered Spring Sword was put back into the sheath with a crisp clicking sound.

"Old Wang, what do you mean?"

He Zangjia looked at the person next to him in astonishment.

"Didn't you hear the other person's opening song? Dong Huang Gong Jiu Jun, this is at least a big shot who has touched the threshold of Sequence Three. Is there any need for you to struggle with me?"

"What's the order?"

He Zangjia opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't bear the sudden and severe shock, and he swayed and took a step back.

"Wang Xie, tell me the truth. What immoral things did you do to offend them? Why would they use such a big butcher knife to kill a little chicken like you?"

Wang Xie said unhappily, "Why must it be my fault? Maybe it's directed at you?"

"I'm just a gangster, what qualifications do I have?"

He Zangjia spread his hands, looked at the strange figure in the distance, and forced a flattering smile: "My lord, what do you think?"

"Wang Xie, a hundred households of the Jinyiwei in Chongqing Prefecture, and He Zangjia, the head of the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club."

Two cold and indifferent lights flashed under the golden mask, sweeping across the faces of the two men one by one.

"I came here just for the two of you."

"How can it still have anything to do with me? This shouldn't be the case."

He Zangjia's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had lost his parents. He gritted his teeth and continued, "I wonder if you have come all the way to see me, sir, to tell me something?"

"To get close to Li Jun for the East Palace."

The man who called himself "Si Ming" spoke briefly and directly stated his purpose.

"Sure enough, it was because of that bastard Lao Li. I knew that nothing good would come of being associated with him. Look, is this the retribution now?"

He Zangjia showed a look of "as expected" to Wang Xie, gritting his teeth in hatred.

Before Wang Xie could speak, He Zangjia sighed heavily as if accepting his fate, pushed Wang Xie aside, and asked with a folded hand, "I wonder how you want us to approach him, sir? I heard that he has been promoted to the third rank now. If he does something like assassination or poisoning, I am afraid that I don't have the ability to do it, and it will delay your important matter."

"You don't need to take any action, just wait for my orders. Do whatever I tell you to do."

"Ah, that's right."

He Zangjia suddenly realized what was going on and suddenly felt someone pulling the corner of his clothes. His face changed drastically and he slapped Wang Xie hard on the back, making a dull sound.

"It's already this hour, and you're still thinking about getting benefits. Wang Xie, are you fucking crazy? The Lord can order us to do things, which means he thinks highly of us. Why are you only concerned about this little profit in front of you?"

Wang Xie frowned, clenched his fingers, and lowered his eyes to stare at his toes.

"If I don't agree, I'll lose my life. If I betray Li Jun, I'll lose my life. If there's no benefit, then why should I do it? I might as well die now."

"You stubborn ass, are you going to be satisfied only if you drag me to death like Li Jun did? I am so unlucky to have known you guys."

He Zangjia grabbed Wang Xie by the collar and pulled him in front of him, cursing him loudly.

"Okay, as long as you work hard for me, you will get the benefits."

"Humph, fortunately you are so generous, otherwise I would have been killed by you."

He Zangjia immediately loosened Wang Xie's collar upon hearing this. His facial expression changed rapidly, like a revolving lantern, with a hint of joy and a little fear. He rubbed his hands and asked, "I wonder what benefits you can give us? Don't worry, as long as you can give us enough benefits, let alone betraying Li Jun, even if you want me to commit suicide here, I will not hesitate. I will immediately cut my throat and let some blood flow for you to cheer you up."

He Zangjia is a greedy hyena who values ​​money over his life. There is not a trace of backbone in his words and deeds.

Even Wang Xie, a member of the Imperial Guard, seemed to be the same type of person as him at heart, with an expectant expression on his face. He was equally afraid of death, yet obsessed with profit.

"As long as you are obedient, I can reward you with a technical method to cultivate the millet field, so that you can return to the true path of agricultural order. As for you..."

His cold gaze turned to Wang Xie, accurately capturing the greed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Wang. I can reward you with the ritual of entering the fourth level of the vertical and horizontal sequence, and give you enough stage to break through the sequence and advance."

"Damn it, why does it sound like Wang Xie's reward is so much better than mine?"

He Zangjia muttered something softly, then smiled and said with a shy face, "Thank you for the reward, sir. But..."

"Just what?"

"I don't want any technical skills, I just want to be promoted to the fourth rank like Wang Xie. I wonder if you can help me?"

Wang Xie, who was already very happy, heard him say this, his face suddenly changed, he turned his head and looked over, and said in an angry voice: "He Zangjia, what do you mean by this?"

"The adults haven't said anything, what are you so anxious about?"

He Zangjia didn't even bother to look at Wang Xie: "We are all working together, so what's wrong with getting the same thing?"

"I am a captain of the Imperial Guards. Don't you know who you are?"

"After taking off this skin, we are all just rotten flesh and black hearts. Why are you pretending?"

The two of them were like vicious dogs fighting for food, and they even started comparing the quality of the food in the bowl on the spot.

Yin Yang Xu, whose real name is Zhao Yin and whose honorific title is Siming, looked at the two of them with great interest and slowly uttered a word from under the golden mask.

"can."

He Zangjia, who was speaking harshly to Wang Xie, immediately stopped talking, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Thank you, sir. It is my blessing to be able to hold the thigh of the East Palace. Don't worry, I will definitely do what you ask. I will contact Li Jun as soon as I get back. With all the hypocrisy I showed him before, he will definitely not be on guard against me."

When Wang Xie heard that Zhao Siming agreed to He Zangjia's request, he was immediately unhappy, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He could only glare at He Zangjia fiercely and then raised his hand to bow.

"I will also do my best to complete the adults' affairs."

The two spoke one after another, but strangely, there was no response from the other side.

Only the hovering snow dots seemed to become denser and denser, filling the two people's sight inch by inch. The coldness lingered, seeping into the bone marrow. The smile on He Zangjia's face became a little ugly, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Wang Xie.

"It seems that the master doesn't trust you and me."

Wang Xie said in a deep voice: "I didn't lie, nor did I act. I just wanted to live."

"Nonsense, who the hell wants to die? Aren't we all trying to find a way to survive?"

He Zangjia cursed and said to Zhao Siming with a wry smile, "Sir, I know the rules. You told us to do something, and that's a favor. If we want to take your job, we must show our sincerity. How about this, you just make a request. As long as it can dispel your doubts, no matter what it is, we will do it even if it means we surrender!"

"It's not difficult for me to trust you."

A white jade-like hand stretched out from under the robe embroidered with intricate patterns. With a light tap of the index finger, two crystal snowflakes floated in front of Wang Xie and He Zangjia respectively.

"Let me leave something in your consciousness, and both of you won't have to die today, and you won't lose any benefits either."

"It's that simple, easy to say, easy to say,"

He Zangjia breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly not taking the snow dot hovering in front of his nose seriously at all, and asked casually: "Sir, please don't blame me for being nosy. I wonder what this thing does?"

"It's not very useful, but it can eliminate some inappropriate thoughts and ideas in your mind."

“That’s good stuff.”

He Zangjia kept smiling as he leaned forward and opened his mouth to swallow the snowflake.

Suddenly, a hand came from the side and grabbed the snowflake in its hand.

"Sir, we fell into your dream today because we are incompetent, we accept it. You want us to be traitors, in order to save our lives, we also accept it. But you want us to be puppets and not give us any chance to live, isn't that a bit too much?"

"Old Wang, what are you doing here?"

He Zangjia's face changed suddenly, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhao Yin.

"Wang Xie, are you planning to reject me?"

“I’m not refusing, I just want to discuss it.”

"What qualifications do you have to discuss this with me?"

A murderous look appeared between Wang Xie's brows. He rolled the palm of his hand that was holding the snow point back and forth, and his knuckles made a crisp crackling sound.

"I can do the job, but I can't be a puppet. If there is no room for negotiation, then the worst that can happen is that both sides will be destroyed."

"How can we two salted fish break the net? Wang Xie, can you please be more clear-headed?"

He Zangjia shouted angrily at Wang Xie, and begged Zhao Yin with his hands clasped, "Sir, Wang Xie was a little impulsive, but what he said was not without reason. You haven't even given us a chance to prove ourselves, so how can you be sure that we will have second thoughts? Why don't you give us a chance first? If we can't do things well, we are willing to become puppets."

Wang Xie said angrily: "He Zangjia, why are you still begging him? Don't you understand that he is not here to surrender today."

"shut up!"

"Hahaha. Interesting. You mortals are so interesting sometimes."

Suddenly, a loud laugh broke out from under the golden mask: "After the Yellow Millet changes the world, I will definitely raise two interesting followers like you to entertain me."

Zhao Yin's playful eyes swept across the faces of the two men, "One of you wants to show weakness and fight back, and the other wants to compromise. You are singing the same tune, trying to make the fake into real, trying to deceive me and take the opportunity to escape from this dream. The play is good, but you forgot that I am the dreamer. What are you thinking in this? Can you hide it from my eyes?"

As soon as these words were spoken, He Zangjia slowly loosened his fists, and Wang Xie's five fingers on his right hand slowly clenched the knife.

"But since you like acting so much, I will play with you two ants one more time."

The smile in Zhao Yin's voice gradually faded, and he returned to his previous arrogant indifference, looking down on all living beings and treating human life like grass and trees.

"The benefits I promised you will remain unchanged, and I can also keep your consciousness unchanged. But just one person is enough to get close to Li Jun and gather information for me."

Zhao Yin raised his hand and pointed at the Xiuchun Knife in Wang Xie's hand: "One knife, two people. Either one lives, or both die. Make your choice."

"It seems like it was a complete failure."

He Zangjia rubbed his sore mouth and laughed at himself, "I thought I could temporarily calm this fool down, but it turns out that we brothers were made a fool of. Lao Wang, this is really embarrassing."

Wang Xie rolled his eyes: "You acted too hard."

"Stop talking nonsense to me. It's obviously your acting that's wrong."

He Zangjia said unhappily, "You have to let me do the cowardly thing. I'm a gangster, and it's normal for me to sell out my brothers in order to save my life. You're different. You're a captain of the Jinyiwei, but you just dropped your knife with a clang. Even if this guy is stupid, he won't believe it, right?"

"Okay, you have a point. Blame me this time. If there is another chance in the future, I will definitely follow your lead."

Wang Xie laughed loudly and drew the long sword in his hand with a sharp sound.

"Come on, with your acting skills, you're not expected to fool anyone in your life."

He Zangjia sighed, "In fact, let alone you, I myself am not as good at acting as before. It seems that I have been standing for too long and have almost forgotten how to kneel down. Forget it, I will die. Anyway, I have been the master of the Golden House, and I have no regrets."

He Zangjia raised his hand and hooked his finger at Zhao Yin: "Come on, grandson. What the hell are you still in a daze for?"

Faced with He Zangjia's provocation, Zhao Yin strangely turned a blind eye and stared behind the two men with a gloomy look.

Boom..Boom..
Suddenly, in this dream, there were muffled sounds like knocking on the door, one after another.

The frequency became faster and faster, the noise became louder and louder, and the last sound was like a loud thunder. The whole dream shook violently, and snowflakes fell from the sky.

He Zangjia and Wang Xie looked at each other, and saw the sudden surprise in each other's eyes, and suddenly looked back.

"Are you fucking deaf? You heard someone knocking on the door but didn't open it? You had to let Master Zou kick the door in. Aren't you a slut?"

Zou Sijiu put his hands in his pockets and walked out from the distorted light with his shoulders swaying.

"My Lord Zou, you are finally here. If you were a step later, I would have lost my life here."

He Zangjia looked excited, with tears welling up in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to rush up and hug Zou Sijiu's thighs.

What is acting? This is fucking acting!

Wang Xie was stunned. He struggled and hesitated for a moment, and finally had to admit sadly that he was still far inferior to He Zangjia.

It's not just his superb acting skills, but also his unparalleled shamelessness that cannot be cut by a knife or pierced by a sword, and is as strong as a wall of iron and steel.

"Brother Zou, be careful. The other party is one of the Nine Lords of the East Emperor Palace." Wang Xie reminded him.

"What nine lords? Now there are only six lords left. Soon there will be only the lower five lords."

Zou Sijiu stood in front of the two men, looking down at Zhao Yin with his head held high: "You guys are really stupid. You keep resorting to these despicable tricks. Don't you have any other tricks? You have ruined the reputation of Yin Yang Order to this extent, and you still don't know how to reflect on yourself. You have to wait until Master Zou demolishes your East Palace before you know how to repent, right?"

The series of curses came like a rainstorm, and Zhao Yin's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

"Zou Sijiu, I know you are in Shu. I came here just to warn you. Don't think that you can be arrogant and domineering after becoming a dream master and ignore the East Palace. Lord God said that it is not easy for you to be promoted."

"Since you all know I'm coming, you still dare to be so arrogant. That means you clearly don't take me, Master Zou, seriously. Fine, then why the hell are you talking so much? Let's go to another place to fight one-on-one."

The snowflakes in the sky suddenly boiled over and swarmed towards where Zhao Yin was.

"You want to run away when I'm so close to you? Can you run away?"

Zou Sijiu had a look of disdain on his face. He pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets, jumped up, and punched Zhao Yin.

This scene fell into the eyes of the two people behind him, and they were stunned for a moment.

How could that blazing murderous aura have anything to do with the Yin-Yang Order?

He is just like a tyrannical Wu Xu who broke into the dream!
boom!
The dream constructed by Zhao Yin suddenly exploded, like a mirror breaking and falling off.

The bright lights from the golden building in the distance became bright again, and the bustling voices of people around became clear again.

He Zangjia and Wang Xie, who had just escaped from the dream, stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of them, as if they were in another world.

The two of them didn't notice that at the same table, Li Jun, who had arrived at some point, was leisurely eating a midnight snack.

Zou Sijiu sat opposite him, his chin supported by one hand, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was dozing off.

(End of this chapter)