Bug Master In Doomsday

"Brother Dazhu, we are all fellow villagers. You know what you have done yourself." Yao Ping smiled and stretched out his hand to pour another glass of wine for Wang Dazhu.

"Aping, what do you mean?" A guilty conscience flashed in Wang Dazhu's eyes, but his hand holding the flannel bag trembled.

"Brother Dazhu, I don’t want to worry about the past, either Shishui or Shihuo. I don’t plan to deal with him for the time being, but Dazhu, you have to give me an answer today."

Yao Ping sat next to the low table, playing with the sharp dagger in his hand, looking at Wang Dazhu with plain eyes.

"Okay, Ping, just ask me if you have something to do. I used to be obsessed with my heart, and then I heard Shi Shui's nonsense, Ping, you must forgive me,"

Wang Dazhu looked at the table full of wine and vegetables, tears suddenly couldn't stop streaming down.

"That's right, Dazhu brother, think about it, 10 golden dragon coins, Dazhu brother has paid most of your salary for half a year," Yao Ping's tone gradually softened, with a little bewilderment. the taste of,

"Yes, ten golden dragon coins, my daily salary is only 5 silver coins, how long will I have to work on the construction site to save this huge sum of money?"

Wang Dazhu had some longing in his eyes. With this money, he could rent a shop, do some small business, and ask for a beautiful wife no matter what.

"Aping, you said, how can I get this money?" Wang Dazhu hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to earn the money.

"That's right, Brother Dazhu, what I want you to do is not dangerous.

Shishui is the backstage of your site boss. He will visit your site once a month.

What I want you to do is to find a way to delay his inspection, no matter what method you use, at least ten minutes."

"The most recent inspection time from Shishui is the day after tomorrow. I hope you won't disappoint me, Brother Dazhu," Yao Ping slowly stood up, a blazing white flame burst out of his hand.

"Otherwise, this will be your fate," Yao Ping's flame suddenly burst open, and scattered sparks ignited Wang Dazhu's beard that he hadn't shaved for a long time.

After speaking, he put on the dark red robe again, walked out of the shack, and disappeared into the darkness.

Sitting in the shack, Wang Dazhu shivered suddenly.

The clothes on my back were wet with cold sweat. After a long time, I touched my smooth chin, and said in shock, "I will...I...I will,"

"How about Aping, it's going well?" Wang Hu held a mutated dog's tail grass in his mouth, leaning against the dim alley.

"Brother Tiger, everything is arranged," Yao Ping took off the hood of his robe and replied with a smile.

"If you want me to say that it is so troublesome to deal with that Shishui, I will go over with the knife, and come back with his head," Wang Hu was rather helpless.

"Come on, Brother Mang is still waiting for you," Wang Hu spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and walked into the dark alley, leading the way.

"Huh..." Yao Ping stood in the alley, looked at the dazzling stars in the sky, and exhaled a long suffocating breath. Only then was he energetic to keep up with Wang Hu's back.

"Aping, you sit by yourself, why? Everything is done?"

Sitting on a bamboo chair, Wang Mang was blowing the night breeze in the wide small courtyard. He was taking advantage of the cold. He saw Wang Hu and Yao Ping entering the door, but he tilted his head and pointed to the seat beside him.