Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 142 Spy Storm

He Lingzi didn't explain too much. He just pointed out that the present is different from the past. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the influence of the fairy dream:

"Fellow Taoist is now surrounded by merits and virtues, so ordinary monsters naturally dare not get close to him. However, he lacks many means to control the enemy. I am afraid he will be too passive when encountering an expert. I hope fellow Taoist will make plans in advance."

These words awakened Su Heng. Nowadays, most of what he has learned is self-protection and healing methods.

I really haven’t had much exposure to the methods of defeating the enemy.

Su Heng wanted to ask He Lingzi, but heard constant coughing.

"Cough cough."

If he stayed any longer, he would have coughed up tuberculosis even if he was carrying the sedan chair. Without further delay, get into the sedan chair.

The sedan was in a hurry and rushed underground with constant bumps, which made Su Heng feel a little dizzy.

"came back."

Su Heng shook his head and felt that this sedan was not as comfortable and happy as Yunduo.

"Oh oh oh..."

The rooster crows. Master and uncles get up early and are busy in the courtyard, preparing to entertain pilgrims.

Su Heng just opened the door and saw Zaoli holding a paper umbrella and dragging the male spirit from last time.

There was no luster on the male soul's face, and the fierceness of gritting his teeth had completely disappeared. Like a wounded soldier who had experienced the baptism of war, he kept muttering:

"I didn't lie, I didn't lie..."

Zaoli took out a short stick of incense from his pocket and leaned his head over: "Taoist Master, lend me a light."

Su Heng took out a lighter and lit it for him. Zaoli started smoking and blew out a smoke ring.

No, buddy, you’ve only been here for a few days, and you’re already doing as the Romans do?

"Say it!" Zaoli patted the male soul's butt, and he immediately straightened his back.

"Report! I am Ghost No. 825! I will tell you everything I know! Please ask questions, sir!"

"Can you please lower your voice? Tell me again the crime you confessed in the underworld... Phew, this incense is really exciting to smoke. Would you like to have some incense, Taoist Master?"

Su Heng declined.

The male soul did not dare to neglect at all, and explained everything tremblingly.

"I am a spy assigned by District 11 and placed in District 9. I received the order from my superior three days ago to monitor Su Heng's whereabouts and report in time."

"Who is your commander?"

"Xiao. I have never met him. I use virtual email to communicate with him on weekdays."

"Can I still contact you?"

"No. I have not logged into the virtual mailbox for more than 12 hours and my account has been logged out. Unless Xiao provides a new account, I cannot contact him unilaterally."

"What's the purpose of monitoring me?"

"I don't know. I am only responsible for surveillance. The specific purpose was not told to me."

"How long have you been a spy in District 9?"

"ten years."

Came to District 9 ten years ago?

"What was your original mission?"

"Responsible for collecting information on the activities of extraordinary people in the ninth district. This task was canceled four months ago and was changed to standby. It was reactivated three days ago."

"How many spies are there like you?"

"I don't know. My level is not high. I have no right to contact other spies."

Su Heng felt that the other party had every chance to give up the spy life and just live in District 9. After all, the career of my wife and children is not too bad.

"If I give up, they will kill my family." The male soul confessed that his real family is in District 11, and the families here are just for fun.

"You don't love your current wife and children?"

"do not love."

"Why did he suddenly become so sincere, and the effect of the ecstasy soup is still there?" Su Heng asked in confusion.

"Oh, he has to go to tongue-pulling hell. Every time he tells a lie during his lifetime, his tongue will be stretched by one centimeter. How many centimeters does it have to be?"

The male soul kept trembling: "You promised that you could make up for it."

"Then you must have accumulated some virtuous qualities during your lifetime! Does the Taoist priest have anything else to ask? If not, Xunsi will take him back before the underworld closes. He will be tied up in the City God's Temple and watched."

Su Heng asked the male spirit's name, and then let the ghost take him back to the underworld to await his death.

After the ghost messenger left, Su Heng used the phone to tell Wei Zonglin about the spy. "That's it..."

"Well, if you need help, please contact me."

"Okay, we have Lao Su... the Taoist priest."

Are you changing your tune too?

After hanging up the phone, Wei Zonglin had a gloomy expression on his face and immediately contacted Shen Nanzhi, telling him the identity and name of the spy and asking:

"Is he yours?"

"He is from District 11, how can he be mine?"

"I'm asking about Xiao."

"Aren't you using the codename Xiao?"

What made Wei Zonglin feel annoyed and uneasy was that the spy's superior used his code name.

"Haha, you have been given up by the General Assembly, and your code name has naturally been recycled."

"Who is the owl now?"

"Old Wei, you really overestimated my power. How can a director know this level of secrets?"

"Director? Where is your title as vice president?"

"Removed."

"Does this matter have anything to do with me?"

"Of course. Your actions in District 9 sent the old guys into panic."

"you mean……"

"The underworld." Shen Nanzhi gritted her teeth and said, "Can people know about this thing casually?"

"It's Xiaoxiao."

"I don't care who it is. In short, this is not a good thing. Compared to being judged after death, reincarnation, and having all assets wiped out, immortality sounds more friendly."

Wei Zonglin must admit that this is the truth.

The Utopia is too pure. It is a paradise for the good, but a hell for the strong.

"But I heard that the underworld rewards good and punishes evil, and the merits and demerits are equal to each other..."

"This rhetoric is reserved to deceive children. What are the merits and demerits? For those people, how many good things must be done to eliminate the sins committed in the Black Light Project?"

Of course Wei Zonglin knew about the Black Light Plan.

The General Assembly announced to the outside world that the person in charge and participants of this experiment were executed. In fact, the real person behind the scenes is still alive and well.

"Don't blame me for reminding you, it's best to keep a certain distance from Su Heng. It will be a matter of time before these people attack him."

"Still trying to catch me?"

"It's not that there is no chance, as long as you say..."

"Shut up!" Wei Zonglin shouted angrily.

"I'm a fucking love brain!"

Shen Nanzhi was very angry.

"Are you?"

Wei Zonglin asked, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

He is very melancholy now. He doesn't know how many comrades in arms have chosen the human camp, and how many of them have become mutants.

Also, who is Xiao Xiao today?

The only people who have access to the core secrets are a few people around them.

Three faces appeared in Wei Zonglin's mind. He really didn't want to believe that there were undercover agents among these people.

Maybe it's the people around Su Heng...

Wei Zonglin rubbed his swollen temples:

"I still have value, and it will be safe in the short term. Su Heng has been completely regarded as a thorn in the side. Should I remind him?"

After much thought, he still called Su Heng to share important information.

"Maybe someone will attack me? Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention..."

Su Heng said lightly.

(End of this chapter)