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Chapter 495 We are accomplices

Chapter 495 We are accomplices

"I see that you are very skilled in your movements?" Wang Yuchuan's question seemed casual, but it actually meant something.

Old Jintou was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at him with disdain: "You think I'm an old hat like you?"

"Isn't this your first time smoking a cigar?" Wang Yuchuan asked again.

"I secretly bought a large box behind your back, and I hid it in a medicine cabinet in Old Xuji. At night, when you were sleeping, I would sneak out and smoke one."

Old Jintou didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he still strangled Wang Yuchuan's temptation in the bud.

Old Jintou said before that he can't be too far away from the host, and can only move around the host.

If this is the case, the old Jintou has been sleeping since the Zhou Dynasty, and the only window to get in touch with modern society can only be him.

He was poor at the time and couldn't afford cigars at all.Even after he got rich, he never thought about getting a cigar to try.

The problem is here, where did the old gold head get the cigars to smoke?

So Wang Yuchuan suspected that he was lying.

The scope of activities of the old golden head is actually very large, even big enough to cover the whole world.

Only in this way can he have the condition to play so many hidden chess behind his back.

Thinking about it now, Wang Yuchuan felt that he was too naive.

Don't look at Lao Jintou who is usually chattering around, but in fact he is extremely thoughtful and as wise as a monster.

How could he show his feet in such a place?

Wang Yuchuan smiled, and his tone was quite disappointed: "Really?"

Lao Jin's face was not red and his heart was not beating. Seeing him like that, he enjoyed the taste of cigars very much.

"Where's your group of believers?" Wang Yuchuan frowned, and turned his gaze elsewhere: "It's rare to come to Orleans, just to see you."

"It's time to see you." The old Jintou sat up: "How long do you plan to stay in Orleans?"

"At least a week." Wang Yuchuan originally wanted to ask him if he

"It's just right, I'll take you to see it when I have time." Old Jintou was a little emotional: "Thinking about it, I just stayed in their village on a whim and kept them in good weather for 100 years. They enshrined me as a god, and it has been thousands of years, and they are still enshrining me, oops, it makes me feel embarrassed, there is no way, who told me to be so attractive."

Wang Yuchuan retracted his intention to question him.

What is his relationship with the Blacksmiths Guild?

Why do you have to send Lin Zhenhe home?

What was his real purpose in turning himself into a hungry ghost?

He kept these questions in his mind.

Lao Jintou was very strict with his mouth, and it was useless to ask.

At least Wang Yuchuan has matured a little, and he can bear the anger of realizing that Lao Jintou has plotted against him.

He wants to find out by himself.

Old Jintou glanced at him, and suddenly said: "I didn't create the Blacksmiths Guild, they have nothing to do with me."

Wang Yuchuan's smoking action paused.

After a while, he looked at the old Jintou.

Old Jintou turned his face away, raised his hand, and said quietly: "Actually, I'm also curious about who founded the blacksmith guild. Those weapons that restrain the gods of immortal cultivators can't be made by mortals themselves. Unless you have a deep understanding of vitality essential understanding."

"Do you want to get rid of your relationship with the blacksmith guild in such a hurry?" Wang Yuchuan sneered.

"Because you are doubting me, I think I am explaining." The old Jintou said with a serious face, "It hurts me."

"Huh?" Wang Yuchuan's anger rose a little: "Isn't it because you are plotting against me? You have been plotting against me."

"Do you have any loss?" Old Jintou raised his voice: "Ask yourself, I have never hurt you so far."

"I know." Wang Yuchuan smiled helplessly: "You gave me my current status. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to hold my head up in the village."

"It's a very simple logic. If I know so much about vitality, I don't need you to go to the bardo, let alone turn you into a hungry ghost."

Wang Yuchuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and a cool feeling swept over his body in an instant: "You mean, your original purpose is to declare war on the entire world of cultivating immortals?! At the cost of slaughtering the entire group of cultivators , to drive the kind of change you envision?"

"Yes." Old Jintou answered very simply.

Wang Yuchuan swallowed hard.

"Are you crazy?!" he growled.

"This is the mission that bastard Tiandao forced on me? Do you think I want to do this? If I can't complete this mission, I will never be free."

A pale smile appeared on the old Jintou's face: "I'm the same as you, the one who was calculated."

"You are crazy." Huo De Wang Yuchuan stood up, pacing back and forth in the room restlessly, he turned his head to look at Lao Jintou, and said viciously: "You will go to hell for doing this!"

"Even hell is much gentler than the place I'm going to if I can't complete the mission." Old Jintou closed his eyes, picked up the cigar and put it in his mouth.

"If you want to go to hell, you go to hell yourself, why did you choose me? Let me be that eternal sinner?!" Wang Yuchuan's voice was trembling.

After a long silence, he said in a flat tone: "You may have misunderstood. I didn't choose you. The person who flipped your brand is the way of heaven. I'm just a wage earner. The boss has no right to speak."

"Will Yun Lang die by then?"

"Yes." Old Jintou pursed his lips, and then showed a miserable smile on his face: "You are not the only one who bears the name of a sinner, we are accomplices!"

"I'm not like you."

Wang Yuchuan turned around and pointed at Lao Jintou's nose: "I have a choice, but you have no choice. I want to be a good person, and God can't stop me, I said it!"

Old Jintou spread his hands and looked at him with a smile, his gaze seemed to be both admiring and mocking.

"Then I'll wait and see."

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, the magic city of Huaxia

"Old Zhang, there is someone you need to meet."

Mr. Han crossed his arms, knocked on the door panel, and then leaned against the door frame. Mr. Zhang, who was doing crazy calculations at the desk, didn't even lift his head: "No time, you go."

"The man said that he has the kind of blood you want in his hand, a full 100 milliliters."

Mr. Zhang's hand hovered over the keyboard. He was stunned for a moment. He suddenly raised his head with an ecstatic look on his face: "Really? Where is he? Take me to see him quickly."

Mr. Zhang is the scientist who bought Wang Yuchuan's bloody clothes at a high price. His full name is Zhang Youfu.

The youngest and most authoritative expert in the field of gene compilation, that is, he killed Chen Xiaolin and ate him.

He has a grand plan, which is to build a huge "pigsty" for himself.

He affectionately called this plan the Slaughterhouse Plan.

Now the slaughterhouse plan has entered a bottleneck, and the reason for this bottleneck is really ridiculous. There are not many research materials available for him.

(End of this chapter)