Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 1147 Changes in Xiqi King City ([-])

Until now, Chen Zhi still thinks of the old leader, the old man who called him Jiang Qing with a voice like Hong Zhong. He once severely reprimanded Bao Ping in this bedroom, with deep expectations in his words.

It’s just that Bao Ping and Chen Zhi at that time didn’t notice this expectation~~~
Unexpectedly, when I returned to this big bedroom again, everything had changed. The old chief was no longer there, and the new chief, Bao Ping, had already moved in.

The guards on both sides opened the door for Chen Zhi, but Deng Tong didn't dare to enter, so he stepped back and leaned against the door, allowing Chen Zhi to go in alone.

This bedroom is still filled with smoke, making people feel like living in the gap between reality and dream, exactly the same as when Chen Zhi first came here.

Standing in front of him is a large screen, which is translucent. Behind it is an oversized bed. On both sides of the bed, there are bronze lampstands and smokers, all of which are clearly traced. The roundabout pattern is very ancient, as if returning to the palace of the Zhou Dynasty.

And there are two witch doctors standing on both sides of the bed. The witch doctors are holding long incense in their hands, and they seem to have just finished the ritual and are finishing it.

Just then, I heard Bao Ping's voice coming from behind the screen,

"You came?

come in! "

Bao Ping's figure was faintly revealed behind the screen, he sat up from the bed, and waved to Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi walked over, walked around the screen, and saw Bao Ping sitting on the bed.

Bao Ping's shirt was completely ripped off, and his upper body was wrapped in a bandage filled with dense incantations, looking like a mummy.

But Bao Ping's left cheek was already bruised and purple, the original wound had expanded several times, and the left cheek was basically destroyed. The skills of the witch doctors were indeed superb, but their methods were always cruel. They tore open the wound on Bao Ping's left cheek, Use golden water to engrave witchcraft into it so as to remove the poison. You can imagine what Bao Ping has experienced in the period of time just now.

"Come and sit down!"

Bao Ping pointed to a large chair beside the bed, and said to Chen Zhi.

This is a seat hidden in the smoke. It seems to be made of black cast iron. The style is simple and strange. Next to it is a steaming smoke stove. If you don't pay attention, it is difficult to notice.

After Chen Zhi went to the chair and sat down.

Bao Ping raised his hands to the surrounding witch doctors, "Go first~~, I'm a little tired too!"

"Yes!" After the witch doctor bowed very respectfully, they all left.

Watching those witch doctors close the gate, Bao Ping turned to look at Chen Zhi, his cheeks looked shocking at this moment, Chen Zhi turned his face away, and avoided looking at it.

"Did you know?" Bao Ping's voice was a little soft,

"The chair you're sitting on now is more than 5000 years old...

According to my adoptive father, since King Wu of Zhou, this bedroom has not been touched~~~, everything is as it was in that era.

At that time, King Wu of Zhou died on this bed. It is said that before he died, Jiang Shang sat where you are sitting now! "

"yes?",
Chen Zhi smiled faintly, touched the heavy handle of the chair with his hand,

"It seems that history has never passed, and everything is repeating itself~~~"

"Chen Zhi, have you ever thought about it?",
Bao Ping suddenly said something, but he didn't continue, but turned his face to another direction, and after hesitating for a while,

"Have you ever thought about... what is the purpose of this raid planned by Anbu?"

When Bao Ping said this, his voice was very soft, it was a voice Chen Zhi had never heard before.

Chen Zhi clearly saw an inexplicable emotion on Bao Ping's face, and this emotion was very subtle, as if it made people feel that Bao Ping would also be weak.

"It's very simple, attack the sub-helm and assassinate you, this is their purpose!",
Chen Zhi looked at Bao Ping and said:

"But after so much effort, the final result has no real meaning!"

"Continue talking..." Bao Ping picked up a cigarette and lightly tapped it on the ashtray.

"It was an incomprehensible raid, which took a lot of trouble, but it was inexplicable~~",
Chen Zhi continued,

"If they want to assassinate you, then they have succeeded, and the black spear has already hurt you!
If it were me, I would choose the poison that seals the throat at the sight of blood. It is the kind of poison that can kill a person in an instant. This kind of medicine is easy to get. Once the blood is broken, there is no room for recovery.

Why is this troublesome method necessary? "

"Yeah! It's really troublesome...",
Bao Ping spoke softly, and continued to tap the cigarette with his hand,
"The Anbu raid this time was really not worth it, they killed a lot of black warriors, and all they got in return was to stab me with an arrow.

But the truth is, Yamo is not stupid, what he wants to do is not to kill me, but to kill the people of the organization~~~"

Bao Ping finally lit the cigarette in his hand, took a puff and continued,

"He knows that the leader is just an identity, and I am not the only one who can be the leader.

Even if you kill me, a new leader will take over immediately.

There are many talented people in the Ji family, and there must be a new leader surnamed Ji. At that time, because of my death, the organization will be more united and unite against the enemy.

And this..., this is not what Yamo wants to see..."

"Then what do you think their purpose is?",
Chen Zhi looked at Bao Ping with a smile,

"The sub-rudder they attacked actually didn't have any substantive significance, it was just a sub-rudder responsible for cooperation.

Even if all the people there are killed, it is impossible to have too much impact on the organization.

They lost so many black warriors this time, and made such a big commotion, what was their purpose?

It seems that Yamo is really not a smart son of God! ! "

"Actually, you know the answer, but you don't want to say it...",
Bao Ping looked ahead silently, took another puff of cigarette, exhaled lightly, and said softly:

"Xiqi King City is an organization that has lasted for thousands of years, and it has always been ruled by the royal family surnamed Ji, but I am a special case.

No matter how this matter is covered up, it is also a fact.

I am not Ji's royal blood...

But for organizing such a big and deep-rooted group, it is easy to kill people, but it is very difficult to kill people!

The centipede is dead but not stiff, the organization's sub-rudders have already spread all over the country, like a thousand-legged giant insect, if you just want to destroy a sub-rudder, then you don't have to attack the nearest one, just choose a long-distance one You can, and the result is still meaningless.

So their purpose this time is not aimed at the sub-rudder, nor is it aimed at my life.

Their real purpose is to kill their hearts~~,

Kill my prestige in the hearts of everyone in the organization! "

　Thank you for the reward: 1000 for a coir raincoat to protect you from the wind and rain; Flying Fish for your debut; 200 for Wei Tuo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)