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Although the vitality of each site is greatly damaged, overall, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

After all, there is still one year before the end of the world, enough for the Authority to recuperate.

There was a knock on the door.

Yang Xue came in with a bowl of noodles.

Stir-fried noodles.

Tomato eggs.

Zhang Jue reached out to take it, and then ate it with big mouthfuls.

Yang Xue shook her head, took out a tissue, and wiped the sweat on his forehead across the table.

Zhang Jue ate very fast, the battle ended in 3 minutes, and Yang Xue took the bowl away.

The relationship between the two has entered a new stage, even if they don't say a word, they can understand each other's mind.

After reading the information, Zhang Jue was about to stretch and do eye exercises.

The knock on the door sounded again.

This time, Le Shan walked in.

"he died."

Leshan said concisely.

Although he used pronouns, Zhang Jue could guess who the "he" in Leshan's mouth represented.

"Can you confirm?" Zhang Jue asked this question although it was a bit impersonal.

After all, Le Shui, in terms of wisdom alone, probably there are few people in this world who are smarter than him.

If he can fake death once, he can fake death twice.

"No." Le Shan shook his head, "But I know, he's dead."

"Okay." Zhang Jue sighed, able to understand Leshan's mood at this time.

For them, Le Shui's actions have always been a mystery.

But one thing is certain, with Le Shui's ability, his death will not be that simple.

"Then what are your plans? Do you want to quit the Administration?" Zhang Jue asked.

With his current strength, it is not a problem to keep Leshan.

Having said that, Leshan actually doesn't need his protection.

Sure enough, Le Shan shook his head.

"I'm going to headquarters for a review."

Zhang Jue nodded, not surprised by Leshan's choice.

If Le Shan wanted to escape, he didn't need his help at all.

There is a Confucian temperament in Leshan's bones. To put it bluntly, it is foolish loyalty.

No matter how rotten the Authority is, he will not betray.

But Zhang Jue would not just watch him die.

"You wait for me for a long time, and I will accompany you when you finish the work at hand." Zhang Jue said.

With him here, I believe those people in the headquarters would not dare to do anything to Leshan blatantly.

Leshan thought for a while, then nodded.

After Leshan left, Zhang Jue sat alone in the office, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Le Shui's sudden death surprised him a little.

Although this kid was originally a sick child, he should still be able to hold on for a while.

What did he want to do after spending so long, at the cost of his own life.

Zhang Jue was thinking.

Suddenly, I felt that the space in front of me was distorted.

He quickly opened his eyes and found himself in a different dimension.

In front of him was a set of very gorgeous mahogany furniture, on which a man in red and gold business attire sat.

"Hello, my friend," he said with a smile,

"Another friend of yours, let me bring you a message."

Chapter 397 is far from over

Zhang Jue was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, when he was suddenly pulled into a different space by a mysterious force.

In front of him was a set of very ornate mahogany furniture, and a man in red and gold business attire was sitting on the opposite chair, looking at him across the table.

With Zhang Jue's current strength, there are very few people who can pose a threat to him, but this person in front of him can directly pull him into a different space without any medium. His strength should not be underestimated. Be strong.

If the other party wants to kill him, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than good.

But that person didn't seem hostile.

"Hello, my friend." He said with a smile, "Another friend of yours, let me bring you a message."

Zhang Jue tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him: "Brother, who are you? Seeing that you are selling houses, I happen to be in need right now. Do you have any discounts, discounts, or rebates? Is there a commission? Do you support provident fund loans? How many years is the property right?"

Zhang Jue babbled a lot, and the man in the red-gold business suit was held back by his routine for a long time.

"Friend, although I often do business with others, I don't sell houses. Your friend asked me to tell you one thing, that's all."

"Oh, that's a pity." Zhang Jue spread his hands, "May I know who that person is?"

The man in business attire shook his head: "Sorry, this is not within the scope of our transaction."

The person in front of him mentioned the word "deal" twice, Zhang Jue was stunned, looked at the table and chairs in front of him, and realized who he was, or what he was, belatedly.

—— 738 (trading with the devil).

To be precise, 738 is not this man, but this set of mahogany furniture, which consists of two chairs and a table.

When a person sits in the chair in front of the desk, a humanoid entity will appear in the chair behind the desk.

This humanoid entity appears in a different form each time, and he will ask the person sitting at the table what the wish is, and make a deal with it.

If the person at the table can pay enough, he will sign a contract with him to fulfill the other party's wish, and the person at the table will also pay the corresponding price.

The Authority once wanted to use his hand to destroy 682. At that time, the researcher sat in a high-back chair and said: "Permanently destroy the object we call 682, and at the same time make this planet and its biosphere, human beings, Human civilization and the rest of the universe are intact, what do I need to give in exchange to achieve this goal?"

The man was smoking a cigarette at the time, and after listening to the researcher's words, he showed disdain: "You can't afford this price, and neither can your administration, so don't waste everyone's time here, okay?" Then, he pressed the cigar out on the researcher's eye.

This man is a devil who induces people to trade with him, and he will never do business at a loss.

So in this situation, there should be a person who has made a deal with him and wants to pass some information to himself through him.

This method of delivery is indeed concealed enough, but the price is a bit high, I don't know what that person paid for it.

Although he could guess the other party's identity, Zhang Jue still said, "I want to know who he is."

"Sorry, I didn't have this item in the deal I made with him." 738 sat leisurely on the chair, raised his legs, "Tell you the information, our deal will be considered complete, my friend, listen Well, the news he wants me to bring to you is—"

738 just wanted to tell Zhang Jue the news according to the agreement, but Zhang Jue suddenly covered his ears and kept shaking his head.

"If you don't listen, don't listen, you bastard chant the scriptures, ignore it, scold yourself, don't look at it, you bastard lay your eggs!"

"Eh—" 738 was stunned for a moment, "My friend, what are you doing?"

Zhang Jue lowered his hands and snorted, "If I'm not mistaken, the content of your transaction should be to 'tell me' some news in person, so can I understand that you unilaterally complete the 'telling' of this matter?" Movement is not enough, I have to 'know'?"

"Uh... In theory, it is like this." 738 suddenly had a bad feeling.

Zhang Jue let out a sigh: "That's it, let me tell you, if you don't tell me who he is, you will never 'tell' me the information in your life."

"Sir, don't be like this, in fact, there is only one sentence——"

"A lama came from the south, holding a five-jin sole in his hand, and a dumb man came from the north, with a horn in his waist—I invite you to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, and roasted flowers." Duck, Roasted Chicken, Roasted Goose—Ah~ Fifth Ring, you have one ring more than the Fourth Ring, ah~ Fifth Ring, you have one ring less than the Sixth Ring—the song is about the red sun rolling down the sunset on the west slope, young couple Sit on the kang and touch Shiba (harmony)—”

Zhang Jue immediately interrupted 738's words, with a lot of gurgling in his mouth, from tongue twisters to eight screens, and finally even started to sing eighteen (harmony) touch. He closed his eyes, his face was intoxicated, as if he really Immersed in my own singing and unable to extricate myself, it is estimated that no matter what I say to him now, he will not be able to hear it.

738 was shocked, he had never encountered such a situation in all his previous transactions.

There are also people who bargain, but that's before the deal, and if you don't do it, you don't do it.

But the problem now is that the person who traded with him has already paid in advance and is dead. If the deal cannot be concluded because of him, the punishment will be very serious.

How could there be such a shameless person? This is his fate.

He said with a bitter face: "Mr. Zhang, you can't do this."

Zhang Jue opened his eyes to look at him, and then closed them again. After singing Eighteen (Harmony) Touch, he will play another song Exploring Qingshuihe, and it is the whole book. Those passages that have been harmonized don’t know where he came from. Where did I get it back.

Zhang Jue wrote one song after another, if it sounds good, it's fine, but he is out of tune, and his singing skills can no longer be described as out of tune, it is simply out of tune.

But he is very proud of himself. It seems that if 738 doesn't give in, he will keep singing.

Anyway, he has a big stomach, and if no one interrupts him, he can sing until his 80th birthday.

But it won't take that long, because the 738 can't stand it soon.

It was the first time he dealt with Zhang Jue, and he was deeply shocked by his shamelessness.

He didn't know what kind of environment could breed such a freak.

He waved his hand helplessly: "All right, all right, Mr. Zhang, stop singing, I'll just tell you."

Zhang Jue immediately stopped his singing: "Well, then, let's talk about it first, this is what you asked for, I didn't force you, the most important thing in business is to be honest, if you dare to lie to me, There are sores on the top of the head and pus on the soles of the feet, and all the babies have two assholes—”

"Forehead--"

Although 738 is not afraid of this kind of curse, what Zhang Jue said was indeed too harsh.

Zhang Jue said a lot, and finally clapped his hands: "Okay, that's all, now you can tell, who is the person who asked you to give me the news."

738 shook his head: "I don't know his name, but he looks the same as you, black hair, black eyes, oh, and his body doesn't seem to be very good."

really.

Zhang Jue knew it was that kid Le Shui.

He must have discovered something, but for some reason, he can only convey the message to himself in this way, isn't it good to send a text message?

Or is his message too important to be known by others?

Zhang Jue asked again: "That person, where is he now? Alive or dead?"

738 hurriedly said: "No, no, Mr. Zhang, I told you that his appearance is already at the limit. If you still behave like this, I would rather be punished."

"Cut, the most annoying thing is you profiteers, give more to die."

Zhang Jue snorted, and knew that the advantage was big enough.

"Okay, now you can say, what exactly is he trying to tell me?"

Seeing that Zhang Jue finally stopped messing around, 738 heaved a sigh of relief and sat upright.

"Mr. Zhang, listen carefully. The news that your friend asked me to bring you is only one sentence - The world is a cycle."

It seems to be an English sentence?

Zhang Jue picked his ear: "Wait a minute, say it again."

738 repeated again.

"The world is a cycle."

There are a total of five words in total, and they are all entry-level vocabulary.

Even at Zhang Jue's half-level level, he can write it completely silently, word for word.

But there is a problem.

Le Shui has worked so hard, and even killed Lingwuyi. This is the message he wants to convey to him before he dies?

That's it?