"What? The monster Orochi that Liu Junwei turned into? His good friend was used as a bait by the Descendants of God Organization, and they wanted to lure him to Shenzhou? They wanted to threaten us to release Thunder God? The virus can not only infect people through blood and contact, but also spread through water and air. Damn it! No, I have to report it to my superior immediately. "
Seven Kills could not digest this huge amount of information for a while. After being shocked for a long time, he widened his eyes, gnashed his teeth, and cursed. When he took out the phone and was about to dial, he was stopped by Ding Ning, who looked at him with a complicated look and said, "Don't contact your superior first. This is the news that Money Bag sent to me, and I can't explain the source of the news. Let's wait and see who they contact before making a plan!"
Seven Kills' hand obviously trembled, and his face became a little gloomy. He looked ahead in silence, but from the rapid rise and fall of his chest, it could be seen that he was not calm in his heart.
Ding Ning secretly said sorry in his heart. How could he not see Seven Kills' affection for Money Bag? However, from now on, there would be no Money Bag in this world, only Yagyuu Asamayu.
"Is … is she all right?"
After a long time, Seven Kills' slightly hoarse voice broke the silence in the car.
Ding Ning could not bear to look at him, but finally made up his mind and gnashed his teeth, saying, "She was infected with the zombie virus. Before she became a zombie, she called me and told me this, and then there was no more news about her."
"Creak!"
The car braked suddenly, and the wheels skidded on the snow and almost turned over into the ditch before it stopped. Seven Kills trembled all over, looked at Ding Ning with red eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "Where … where is she now?"
"I don't know. She has been following that monster. At the last moment of her life, she told me these news that she exchanged her life for and entrusted me to say sorry to you for her. After that, she hung up the phone. When I called back, I couldn't get through to her no matter what."
Ding Ning could not bear to see him in pain, so he closed his eyes and murmured in his heart, "I'm sorry, Seven Kills. Please forgive my selfishness. Yagyuu Asamayu loves me, and I also love her. I can't let her be in any danger. Let the former Money Bag disappear completely!"
"Boohoo, Money Bag … Money Bag, I've never blamed you. Why are you so silly, so silly … boohoo …"
Like a wounded beast, Qisha buried his head on the steering wheel and burst into tears. Looking at the true feelings of this tough man, Ding Ning felt uncomfortable. He felt that he was a despicable and shameless villain and almost could not help telling him the truth.
But he still endured it. What Qisha liked was Money Bag, not Yagyuu Asamayu. Besides, he was a member of the National Warrior's Mansion, so it was impossible for him to be with Yagyuu Asamayu for the rest of his life. In this case, it was better to get the pain over with than to get it over with. So, he would give up completely and believed that he could bear such pain.
"Seven Kills, I … Sigh!"
Ding Ning could not bear to pat Qisha's shoulder, who was still choking and twitching. He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. In the end, it turned into a long sigh.
"I'm fine. I'm really fine. Let's continue!"
Seven Kills wiped away his tears and let out a deep breath. It was as if he was releasing all his sadness and sadness with this breath. He put on a smile that was uglier than crying, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's. He started the car again and continued the chase.
Ding Ning looked at him worriedly. "If you can't, let me drive!"
"No, I'm really fine. I just feel sad when I think that Money Bag has become a zombie and died without a burial place."
Qisha's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, which made Ding Ning feel very confused, but he could only grit his teeth and continue to hide it. He also comforted him insincerely. "Money Bag only told me that she was scratched by a zombie and then lost contact with her. But no one knows whether she is dead or not. Maybe she is blessed by Heaven and will escape the disaster."
Just now, the zombie attack on the border brought him a huge psychological impact. Thinking that poor Money Bag might be among them, his heart was bleeding. He shook his head with dull eyes and said, "Forget it, don't comfort me. I know that Money Bag likes you. I just love her unrequited love. I have never expected to be with her. I just hope that she can live well. Even if she is a member of the Descendants of God Organization who is harmful to the society, as long as she can live well, I will be satisfied … Wuwuwu …"
As he spoke, Qisha could not help but shed tears again. Big drops of tears wetted the steering wheel. Ding Ning was moved by the deep love in Qisha's eyes.
He always thought that Qisha only had some romantic feelings for Money Bag. He did not expect that his love was so deep that he did not even mind that she was a member of the Descendants of God Organization. He just hoped that she could live well. If he had known this, he would not have lied to Qisha. But now that things had come to this, he could only continue to lie to him.
For the rest of the journey, both of them were not in the mood to talk. The atmosphere in the car became silent and depressing.
It was not until the Ford Raptor in front of them drove into a fork that Ding Ning broke the silence again. "Don't follow them."
"Why?"
Qisha had already restrained his emotions and slowed down to ask numbly. But his eyes were still red, and it was obvious that he was still in great grief.
"The fork they took is a narrow road. Few cars will take this road. If we follow too closely, we will be discovered by them."
Ding Ning looked at him speechlessly and explained. It seemed that Money Bag's "death" was a big blow to him. He had always thought that he was smart, but he could not even understand such a simple reason.
"Uh!"
Qisha immediately came to his senses. He responded in a muffled voice and did not speak anymore. But looking at his dull eyes, it seemed that he was still sad.
Alas! What a sin!
Ding Ning sighed secretly. He had mixed feelings in his heart. He felt that he owed Qisha a lot. He planned to help him improve his cultivation as soon as he had time, which could be considered as compensation.
The narrow road was rugged and difficult to drive on. They walked for nearly two hours in the bumpy road before they came to a relatively spacious dirt road.
Fortunately, the dirt road was completely frozen solid. Although the car would skid on the frozen soil, it was still possible to pass if it was a little slower. Another hour passed before the view suddenly opened up. A lush green mountain appeared in front of them, and even the temperature began to rise significantly.
Walking on the tree-lined path, without the layer of ice and snow, the car was not as difficult to drive as before.
However, Xiaojin, who had been hovering high in the sky, also lost the target. After all, once the car entered the forest, even the best high-altitude vision was useless.
This made Ding Ning miss the Magic Mosquito more and more. Looking at the Spirit-eating Insect that was still sleeping in the sea of consciousness, he was very angry. "This damn guy said that it could replace the role of the Magic Mosquito, but it has not woken up until now. Otherwise, it would not be so troublesome."
"This should belong to the Southern Tibet section of the McMahon Line!"
Qisha, who had calmed down, said with a dignified face.
Ding Ning nodded noncommittally. He had expected that the contact would set the appointed place in this place with unclear boundaries. After all, this place had always belonged to the controversial "unmarked border".
Although the Shenzhou government had always firmly believed that this was the sacred and inviolable territory of Shenzhou Country, in fact, it did not really control this land. This was a problem left by history, so it was not necessary to say more here.
Fortunately, there was only one tree-lined path. He would not get lost if he walked along this path. In addition, Ding Ning's current divine awareness could barely reach a distance of 10,000 meters, so he could still follow a car.
As time went by, the Ford Raptor finally drove into a village built entirely of wood.
Although Qisha was very curious why Ding Ning was so sure that the Ford Raptor, which he could not see, had stopped, he still stopped the car according to Ding Ning's words, and crept forward. However, what Qisha did not notice was that when they just got off the car and changed to sneak, the Toyota off-road vehicle they were in suddenly disappeared.
Ding Ning had no choice but to put the car into the space. God knew who was in this village and whether there would be cars coming and going. Finding a strange car parked on the side of the road would definitely expose their whereabouts, so he could only take the risk of being discovered by Qisha and put it away.
"Honorable guests, welcome!"
The Ford Raptor was stopped at the entrance of the village by several armed men dressed as Tibetans. After a few words, a middle-aged man dressed as a Lama walked out quickly to show his welcome to them.
"I've brought him here. Where's your Living Buddha?"
At this moment, the members of the Descendants of God Organization had changed their heavy clothes. They were wearing black robes and silver masks, escorting White down. When the tall man saw that the other party had taken out a loudspeaker to greet them, he immediately shouted arrogantly.
The middle-aged Lama frowned slightly and said with some displeasure, "The Living Buddha is not here. How can our Living Buddha come out for such a small matter?"
"Humph! What bullshit Living Buddha? He's really arrogant! "
The thin man had been impatient for a long time after the bumpy journey. Seeing that the middle-aged Lama dared to look down on them, he immediately snorted disdainfully.
The middle-aged Lama narrowed his eyes, and a cold light burst out of them. He shouted, "How dare you insult our great Living Buddha? You're courting death!"
The Tibetan men dressed like militiamen immediately picked up their guns and aimed at the three members of the Descendants of God Organization with murderous intent. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and a conflict would break out at any time.
With so many guns pointed at him, White was so scared that he almost collapsed to the ground, but the three members of the Descendants of God Organization were not afraid. The tall man sneered and said, "What? Do you want to take him away directly? "
The middle-aged Lama put on a fake smile and said, "We're just partners, not your subordinates. If you don't apologize to our Living Buddha immediately, don't blame me for turning against you."
"Turning against us? You don't deserve it! "
The burly man, who had not spoken all along, suddenly shouted and launched an attack. His figure shot toward the middle-aged Lama like an arrow leaving the bow.
Ding Ning and Seven Kills hid in the woods not far away and watched this scene. Seven Kills sneered and said, "I didn't expect the Descendants of God Organization to collude with the Darai Group. Fight, it's best if all of them die."
Darai had always thought of himself as a "religious leader." He wore the cloak of Tibetan Buddhism to deceive the believers and confuse the public internationally. A small group of loyal followers of the Darai Group also used the name of monks to practice "Tibetan independence."
They used the red kasaya as a cover and Buddhism as a signboard. With the piety of the people in Zangjiang to Buddhism and the trust and respect of Buddhist monks, they colluded with the outside and advocated "Tibetan independence." They used various means to stir up contradictions among the ethnic groups in Zangjiang and arouse ethnic hatred.
Again and again, they stirred up trouble in Zangjiang, incited, planned, and organized rebellions, riots, smashing, looting, and burning, and destroyed the economic development and social stability of Zangjiang. The Darai Group was a terrorist group in the cloak of religion, and the "Tibetan Youth Association" under its command was composed of vicious ethnic radicals. They repeatedly created terrorist attacks to destroy the stability and unity of the motherland and tried to subvert the country's political power. No wonder Seven Kills, a member of the National Warrior's Mansion, hated them to the bone.
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