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I followed the voice and saw that it was the man in the suit. At some point, he had appeared on the grass a few meters away from me. He was still in his neat silver-gray suit, with no briefcase in his empty hands.

Being so close, I saw the smile on his face. Surprisingly, I saw a strange blue in his eyes, instead of the dark eyes I had last seen.

I'm wearing invisible eyes. Last time? Seeing me staring into his eyes, the man in the suit explained.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ma De Cai. You've been staring at me for so long, but this is the first time you've met me. Especially you, you work for my company, why are you still plotting against me? " Ma De Cai turned around and said to Lao Hei.

"Didn't you go abroad to do business?" Before, Lao Hei told me that in the dozen or so days since he entered office, he had not seen this guy at all.

"Haha, you guys aren't so stupid as to think that I didn't know you were playing tricks on me, right? "Of course I'm hiding in the shadows to see how much weight you guys have. This really disappoints me. Two little trash fish who don't have any trump cards come to meddle in others' business. They really dislike themselves for their long lives." He spoke calmly, but his expression was eerily frightening.

"What's wrong? You brat, using an evil technique to exploit the health of employees to work for you for free, it's perfectly justified for me to take care of you." Lao Hei walked to my side and stood by my side. He told Ma De Liang that he was not as calm as I was when I was in trouble, but he had a fiery temper.

"If you want to put it that way, I paid for them, so I had a reason to make them work. If you feel uncomfortable, you can get out. This is the workplace. I pay to drink their blood. " Ma De Cai's mouth was actually full of logic.

"Awesome, your mom is good, Master Hei will let you have enough today," Lao Hei said as he pulled out a two barreled hunting rifle from behind him. I recognized that it was used for hunting in his house, and Lao Hei often used this hunting rifle to hunt game in the mountains.

Eh? Where did you get the gun? I curiously looked at Lao Hei who only had a bath towel wrapped around his vital parts and asked.

"I don't know. I touched it from behind out of habit." Eh, that's not right. This gun was taken away in 1998 when the country was strengthening the management of the gun. At that time, my heart ached for this gun that saved my life, and even cried a few times. Lao Hei also said to me, confused.

"Two useless trash who don't know anything, haha, I'm dying from laughing," Ma De Cai held his stomach and laughed, while Lao Hei and I looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Let you f * cking laugh." Lao Hei very skillfully opened the safety, then fired two shots. This kind of earth-made gun was very powerful when used against large wild animals like the black blind man. Its caliber was even thicker than a Remington shotgun. Even a black bear would tremble a few times if it was used against these two guns.

However, Ma De Cai still had a smile on his face. A lead bullet the size of a quail egg was resting on the surface of his forehead. It didn't hit his body, nor did it cause any damage. The other one, too, had only broken the clothes on his heart, but not his skin. However, from these two shots, it could be seen how much Lao Hei hated him.

Although the two shots didn't injure him, at least they stopped his convulsive laughter. He straightened up and said to us, "This is your dream. You can make anything you want, but you can't kill me here. This is because before entering your dream, I had already cast a spell, and as long as I, Primordial Spirit, do not die, your dream will not end. Enjoy yourself here until your real body starves to death. If someone found out that you were sent to a hospital as a vegetable to be cared for and fed, they might live for a few more years. "You can also enjoy living here for a few more years. As a boss, how about it? Even if I let you die, you will die from your beautiful dreams.

As for you, I was prepared to deal with you after I took care of this black-skinned ghost. I didn't expect you to come in yourself. Haha, it really saved me a lot of energy. You won't be able to leave until this blackskin dream is over. Furthermore, you are the entire Primordial Spirit here. Oh, right. Those online posts were all posted by you, right? It seems like your computer is very familiar, and you don't feel like you are using data from your memory. Lao Hei's power will be cut off the moment he dies, and you have no way to live. "Well, you didn't think of that before you ate his hair, did you?" Then he clutched his stomach and laughed.

I also fumbled around for a gun, just a few shots to vent my anger. But I found my bag empty. There was no cell phone, wallet, or Swiss Army knife. Not even the Monkey Skeleton Card hanging around my neck was found. It was as if I had come here wearing an empty pocket.

"Then aren't you unable to get out yourself?" After touching it a few times for nothing, I calmed down.

"Heh heh, before I entered this Black-skinned Ghost Dream, I used my hair to make a stick of incense and placed it on my desk. I'll be back as soon as the incense is gone. You guys can just wait here for death. Enjoy it before you die. Don't waste these things that many people would never be able to enjoy in their entire lives. Didn't a lot of people say that life is about quality, not length? " He looked at his watch.

It was almost time, there was still half a minute. 30, 29,

28... 20, 19, 18... As that guy counted down like a rocket, Lao Hei and I completely lost our ideas. Although our lives weren't going to end right away, it seemed like we had reached the countdown.

At that moment, from the wall not far behind me, there was a loud thud, and someone jumped in. When he turned around to look, he was surprised to see that it was Manager Qian. He accidentally slipped and fell on the grass when he got off the wall.

"Monkey, after I saw your text message, I followed the instructions and entered. It's actually real. Eh, what is this?" As if he had been hit by something in his pocket, he fished it out and took out the old gun.

This old musket was in the shape of a pistol. The firestone would rub out sparks to ignite the gunpowder, creating airflow to push the principle of projectiles or gun sands. The gun was about the same length as an ordinary pistol with a silencer, and the handle was made of red wood. The body of the gun was decorated with metal patterns and ivory, and the handle was inlaid with a few rubies. The outside of the gun barrel was extremely fine, almost comparable to the sophisticated weapons produced by modern technology. The entire gun looked very noble on the outside, as if it had once been used by the English aristocracy for decoration in the drawing room.

It was for this that Abe's group had travelled all the way from Japan to Shanghai and then from Shanghai all the way to DaXing'Anling. Later on, when Elder Bai said that it was called Ghost Slash, he chose the most important thing to talk about since time was limited, so he didn't mention how to use it. Afterwards, we were in the Northeast, and after everything was settled, Lao Hei got some gunpowder and gunpowder. After putting it on, he tested its power. Its effects were quite ordinary. Other than sparrows and wild rabbits, nothing else could kill it. Otherwise, why would the thing that was in my pocket not be brought into Lao Hei's dream? This thing actually came in with Manager Qian, and also because of Manager Qian's meticulousness, actually remembered to hold this spear and swallow his hair.

When Manager Qian took out the Ghost Slash, my eyes were not focused on Ma De Gui. But his countdown came to a sudden halt, and then it went on, and I could hear a tremor in his voice.

Throw it over here, I yelled at the Manager Qian. Like a drowning man calling for a lifebuoy, I longed for something that would frighten Madeira.

Since childhood, Lao Hei and I have had a tacit understanding of each other. After hearing me shout, he also understood what I wanted to do. Like he was pulling out a shotgun, he pulled out a bag. I reached out to catch the gun Manager Qian threw to me. At the same time, he also opened the bag and raised it to my chest.

I looked down. There was gunpowder in the bag, small pieces of gun sand, big steel balls, and iron bars packed tight with gunpowder. At this moment, Ma De Cai had already counted to one place, 9, 8, 7 … At this moment, Lao Hei and I's movements were actually so closely intertwined that it was comparable to a machine on the assembly line. I raised the gun up, Lao Hei poured a spoonful of gunpowder into it without shaking his hand, and then used the metal rod to squeeze. Just as I pulled out the metal bar, Lao Hei poured more lead sand on me. At this moment, Ma De Cai was no longer at the end of the countdown. In my heart, I was still staring at the seconds, 6, 5, 4 … Three seconds before I turned around and fired at almost the last second, hitting Madeira. This time, the effect was completely different, but it was also different from the actual shooting effect.

It was as if Madeira were a man made up of tiny particles of different colors floating in the air. This shot had forcefully left a transparent hole in his torso, but he could not see the bloodstains on his torso.

Even though I don't know if this gun will cause the kind of pain in real life, but I can tell from the look on his face that he's in a lot of pain. He pointed to something we might have tried to say, but the hole created a lot of cracks and continued to expand. Until his entire body was separated into countless pieces. The pieces continued to crack and turn into small pieces, and finally disappeared without a trace. It was as if this person had never appeared in that place before.

"Is he dead?" Lao Hei asked a question that no one had an answer to. Manager Qian and I did not make a sound, and the three of us blankly stared for a few minutes.

"It doesn't matter if he's dead or not. I will continue enjoying this once in a lifetime dream. You two don't have to be polite even if you eat and drink here." After saying that, he actually walked towards the lounge chair on the other side of the pool. Nothing that had happened earlier had interrupted the others' interest. They could do whatever they wanted with it. For those of us who are autonomous, it feels like we are in a very lifelike 4D movie.

Without waiting for me to curse, Lao Hei himself felt that it was a little too "sexual" and a little too embarrassed that was rarely seen in a hundred years. He turned to the two of us and said, "We are all good brothers, how can I be happy alone and forget about you. Manager Qian, who do you think is this? "

I turned around. It was Monica, wearing a blown-out bathing suit. She was walking slowly on the white bricks by the swimming pool towards Manager Qian.

"Monica?" Manager Qian asked with a suspicious and probing tone. But this "Monica" did not answer, as she walked forward and hugged Manager Qian, and then stuck her entire body up.

"Wait, you are not the real Monica!" After staring at her eyes for a few seconds, Manager Qian stubbornly shouted and pushed away the "woman" who was about to kiss his earlobe. However, the woman stuck out his chest and wanted to hug him back.

Lao Hei, who didn't know what true love was, felt heartache for the loss that the Manager Qian had suffered. Lao Hei turned around and said to me, "Monkey, do you have anything that you want to do?

I interrupted him and said, "You can create a few aliens for me to see."

Hearing my words, Lao Hei scratched his head and said, "I don't know what those things look like either. Describe one to me, I'll try."

So it was actually Lao Hei's dream. He could only make things he had seen and known, and things he had not seen. For example, if you asked him to conjure up those old hunting rifles and stuff to load them with, he would have no problem. If he could change into an M4A1 with complete functions and be able to take it apart and put it back, he definitely wouldn't be able to do anything.

This was also why the Manager Qian could tell that Monica was not real. Lao Hei had only seen Monica a few times, he could only change her appearance to something real. There were many differences, such as her chest and buttocks had become bigger and her waist had become thinner, and she had never heard Manager Qian say that Monica liked to wear pink thong.

Just as we were discussing, the Manager Qian finally escaped from the Mountain Village Monica's physical attack. The Ghost Slash ran over and took the gun barrel that was still warm from my hands. "Why is this thing so powerful?" it said to the two of us.

I shook my head to show that I didn't know, and Lao Hei also ignored the both of us as he continued to enjoy the warm jade-like fragrance. Here a series of changes began, and at first all but the three of us stopped moving, as if the movie scene had suddenly stopped. Following that, the surrounding colors started to fade. The color slowly turned black and white, and all the beautiful ladies of different colors became transparent before disappearing.

"Is the dream coming to an end? I still haven't had my fill, "Lao Hei said with an extremely regretful tone, almost as if he was crying. After hearing this, the entire villa was engulfed in darkness … After what seemed like a long time, or a few minutes, I heard my name being called in the endless darkness, and I ran in that direction. As I ran, I noticed that the ground was shaking violently. Later on, I realized that it wasn't the ground that was shaking, but my own body.

I regained consciousness and discovered that Lao Hei was shaking me. He was still lying on the sofa in the living room, but the white bottle that I had been holding in my hand before I went to bed was gone. Before I could even sit up, Monica walked out of my bedroom while supporting the Manager Qian, who was also reeking of alcohol. Seeing that everyone was fine, I heaved a sigh of relief.

In the next few days, Lao Hei's company was sealed by the police. The owner, Ma De Cai, was found dead on a swivel chair in his office. A piece of black cloth with a star pattern was spread out on the computer table in front of him. When the police went to collect the evidence, they touched the cloth and it caught on fire. The police only took a picture of it. The cause of death could not be investigated. There were no injuries on his body, and there was no poison in his blood. In the end, he could only declare that he had overworked himself and died from brain damage. In the end, there was even a program on TV which said that the entrepreneurial elite had to pay attention to their physical health. They had to undergo regular checkups, exercise, and occasionally travel.

The three of us who knew the true cause of Ma De Cai's death smiled as we watched this program. Then, we went back to our rooms to sleep, not knowing if Lao Hei would continue his beautiful dreams.