I Kidnapped 1.4 Billion People

Eight taels of gold and a hundred miles around are all wilderness.

At night, everyone could only sleep in the wilderness. Fortunately, before it became completely dark, everyone found a deserted temple to take shelter.

Wilderness, ruined temple, night.

These three elements added together gave Zhang Yichen an ominous premonition.

Something is bound to happen tonight. This is how the plot unfolds on TV.

"Someone is here."

In the ruined temple, the bonfire had just been extinguished, and smoke was still rising.

Everyone immediately went on alert.

Yu Qing looked at the ruined temple and said loudly: "It's getting late and there's nowhere to stay. I'm passing by here and want to stay for one night. Could you please do it for me, fellow Taoist?"

"The west wing belongs to you, don't come to the east wing."

There was a sound coming from behind the temple.

Yu Qing raised her fist in the direction of the sound, "Thank you, my friend."

Immediately, Yu Qing warned everyone: "Don't go to the east wing, let's sleep in our own room."

Everyone nodded and escorted Zhang Yichen to the wing at the back of the ruined temple.

The wing was dilapidated and covered with a thick layer of dust. After everyone cleaned it, it was barely habitable.

During dinner, Zhang Yichen asked curiously: "Who is in the east wing? Do you want to say hello?"

Yu Qing looked at his superior helplessly, "My lord, I obviously don't want to reveal my identity, so let's not get into trouble."

"Oh?" Zhang Yichen nodded.

"Your master has just entered the world, right?" Duan Ning asked.

Yu Qing: "Do you still need to ask? It's all written on your face."

Duan Ning glanced at Zhang Yichen, who said "I am a novice in the world of martial arts" written all over his face, and nodded, "Is that true?"

"Hey, what's going on? Why am I bothering you when I go out into the world?"

Zhang Yichen doesn't want to. Is it embarrassing to be in the world?

Duan Ning ignored Zhang Yichen, lifted a corner of his mask, and ate some dry food.

"When are you going to bring the mask? Is it okay?"

In Zhang Yichen's opinion, the other person wore the mask just to look cool.

"We all have to get along with each other for a long time in the future. You can't wear a mask all day!"

Duan Ning said: "I once lost a big bet to someone. The bet is that you can't look at people with their true colors."

Zhang Yichen immediately became interested, "Come on, let's talk about it."

Duan Ning lowered his mask again and ignored Zhang Yichen no matter how he asked.

Zhang Yichen was bored, finished dinner, and entered into practice early.

At the zenith of the moon, the temperature dropped sharply and thick fog rose outside the temple.

In the guest room, Yu Qing opened his eyes fiercely and rushed out of the guest room.

"Dang, Dang."

Zhang Yichen woke up from practice and looked outside the door in confusion.

Who would knock on my door in the middle of the night?

"Who is it!" Zhang Yichen shouted impatiently.

No one responded.

Zhang Yichen jumped off the bed and opened the door. There was no one outside the door.

Zhang Yichen looked suspicious. He did hear a knock on the door just now.

A white shadow flashed past and disappeared around the corner.

"Is it Sister Qingqing?" Zhang Yichen asked.

Zhang Yichen rubbed his nose, closed the door, and continued practicing

Not long after, there was a knock on the door again.

"Who is it!" Zhang Yichen was unhappy and refused to allow anyone to practice.

Still no answer.

Zhang Yichen didn't dare to say anything.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Zhang Yichen quietly walked out of bed.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a gloomy wind blew in, making Zhang Yichen shiver.

Outside the door, it was pitch black.

"Gudong."

Zhang Yichen swallowed and shouted loudly: "Brother Su, help."

However, no one responded to him.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed by the door.

Zhang Yichen's breathing stagnated.

"Bang."

Gunshots were heard next door.

Zhang Yichen became even more nervous, something must have happened.

A white shadow appeared outside Zhang Yichen's door.

The white shadow is the kind that floats in the air and does not touch the ground.

"Ghost, ghost."

Zhang Yichen's little heart was almost frightened.

Dressed in white, with her hair disheveled, covering her face, she looked just like Sadako.

The ghost in white slowly floated into the guest room and floated straight towards Zhang Yichen.

"Ghost!"

Zhang Yichen shouted, picked up a stool and threw it at the ghost in white.

The stool was reduced to sawdust by the invisible energy of the ghost in white.

The ghost in white raised his palm, revealing the palm under the long sleeves, with long nails and pale skin, and grabbed at Zhang Yichen.

"choke."

A long sword stood in front of Zhang Yichen, and the sharp claws collided with each other, making the sound of gold and iron.

Zhang Yichen was overjoyed when he saw the person who took action. "Brother Duan, help me."

The person who took action was Duan Ning.

Duan Ning looked at the ghost in white, "White clothes demand life, black clothes kill people, who has such a big arm to put a bounty on the head of my family master in the underworld."

Duan Ning was answered by the figure of a ghost in white rushing towards him.

A pair of pale claws, as hard as iron, could actually collide with Duan Ning's sword without causing any damage.

While the two were fighting, Zhang Yichen sneaked out and came to the next room.

In the next room, the door was wide open. Su Wenqian fell to the ground, holding a pistol in his hand. The gunshot just now was made by Su Wenqian.

Zhang Yichen quickly came to Su Wenqian, checked, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was not dead, just unconscious.

Suddenly, another shadow flashed past the door of the room.

The sound of fighting coming from next door gradually faded away.

Zhang Yichen took Su Wenqian's pistol and walked out of the room anxiously.

It was quiet inside the temple, and a thick fog rose up at some point, blocking the sight. It was strange and dangerous.

Suddenly, a shadow passed behind Zhang Yichen.

Zhang Yichen looked behind him fiercely. There was no one behind him, and there was a fog.

Zhang Yichen roared angrily, "Come out, you're not a hero if you're sneaky, if you have the ability to kill me, come out if you have the ability!"

"Ah hey hey hey."

Shenren's ghostly laughter came from all directions, and it was impossible to guess where the owner of the voice was.

"Holy crap, are you scaring me? I really think I'm a noob!"

Zhang Yichen raised his pistol, pointed it in a random direction, and fired.

The sound of bullets hitting objects was heard.

The ghostly laughter stopped suddenly, as if someone had strangled his neck.

Zhang Yichen knew that he had hit the target.

With good luck, my luck has always been very good.

Behind the fog, a figure suddenly appeared, with sharp claws aimed at Zhang Yichen's head.

Zhang Yichen raised his hand and shot.

The bullets hit the sharp claws, causing sparks to rub off.

Zhang Yichen turned around and ran away. He would definitely not be able to deal with a fierce man who could block bullets.

But how could Zhang Yichen's legs outrun the monk whose legs did not touch the ground?

The black shadow arrived first, and its sharp claws aimed at Zhang Yichen's back.

Zhang Yichen's feet slipped and he fell forward, narrowly avoiding the black shadow's grasp.

"Uncle Yu, help."

Zhang Yichen roared, got up and continued running. At the same time, he did not forget to raise his hand to give the opponent a few bullets to stop the opponent's speed.

The shadow, which had been on guard for a long time, easily dodged the incoming bullets.

After escaping the assassination of the ghost in black time and time again, either by accident or by coincidence, Zhang Yichen was panting from exhaustion and stopped running away.

Behind him, the ghost in black chasing him was not much better, and he was also very tired.

He has never seen such a slippery prey. Whenever he is about to touch the opponent, some kind of accident always happens, and the coincidence is weird.

"Hey, the guy in black clothes, forget it, you can't kill him, just retreat! Let's each go back to our homes." Zhang Yichen advised kindly.

However, what answered Zhang Yichen was a burst of energy shot by the ghost in black.

Zhang Yichen bent over tiredly, holding his knees and gasping for air. Once again, by coincidence, he escaped the opponent's assassination.