Zhang Qiu paced back and forth in the house anxiously and sniffed his cigarette hard, but the cigarette butt in his hand had long been wiped out.

He trembled and took out the shriveled cigarette box, but the cigarette box was empty. "Damn it! You bullied me too!" He angrily rubbed the cigarette box into pieces, stomped his mouth and splashed his saliva.

In the end, I was so tired that I was breathing heavily.

As I fumbled and lit a candle, I searched for it. If there were outsiders present, I would have been frightened by Zhang Qiu's current appearance.

The stubborn man was sluggish, his fat face was now thin, his face pale like a vampire who had just crawled out of the grave, but his eyes were covered with red silk, filled with anxiety and violent emotions.

The room was filled with smoke and cigarette butts were all over the floor. I searched the whole room and couldn't find a cigarette again.

Without smoke in hand, Zhang Qiu was even more irritable and nervously circling around the house.

He couldn't bear it, so he lay on the ground to collect all the previous cigarette butts and stripped off the little tobacco stained on the cigarette. Not to mention, it was a small amount of it, and he really asked him to collect a small handful of tobacco.

After finding a piece of white paper, it clumsyly rolled into a cigarette, and couldn't wait to hold it in his mouth and light it on fire.

After taking a strong breath, Zhang Qiu coughed violently, and his tears and snot almost came out. The dry tobacco without a filter is really not something that ordinary people enjoy!

Zhang Qiu enjoyed this feeling very much, and the slight pain in the ** can seem to reduce his inner anxiety.

Zhang Qiu blew out the only half of the candle. In the dark hut, only the light of the cigarette butt flashed and disappeared. Only the ticking sound of the mechanical watch on his wrist was ringing.

Zhang Qiu had forgotten the passage of time. He no longer knew how long he had been locked in this dark little room. It seemed that only darkness could make him feel a little safe.

He dared not walk among the mercenaries now because he felt that every look he looked at him was malicious, as if he was a huge fortune.

He was sleeping very deeply in the past, but now he is awakened by a terrifying nightmare within a few minutes of sleep. The content of the nightmare is almost exactly the same. A hideous god of death raised a huge sickle at him, and the god of death had a half strange iron gray mask on his face.

He was almost tortured by the atmosphere in the mercenary, and he couldn't stay here for a moment!

Zhang Qiu is a chef in a tavern in the end of the world. Because of his superb chef skills, he was quite enjoyable in the mercenary. If it weren't for the damn man coming to him, or for his half of his Japanese descent, he would never have been involved in this matter. This kind of life that is considered good in the end of the world will continue. It's just that he is obsessed with the ghost and actually listens to the man's slander. Now, I'm going to make myself not like a human, and a ghost is not like a ghost!

Originally, he thought it was just a simple assassination mission. As long as the Shura, the mercenary station's pillar and half-faced pillar, died, the mercenary station would fall and scatter the monkeys.

But he didn't expect that the half-faced Shura's vitality was so strong that he drank the poisonous wine that was sealed with blood and attacked the human king as if nothing had happened. He thought that the subsequent assassination of the foolishness was actually defeated by the madman Muramamaru.

Muramatsu ran neatly, but what about him, Zhangqiu?

Now it has become a turtle in a jar. After the failure, the promise of taking him away has become a mirror and a water moon.

It is obvious that he was regarded as an abandoned child. Now no one can count on him. The only person he can count on is himself.

It was not that Zhang Qiu had thought of taking the initiative to surrender to the half-faced Shura, but he knew very well that spies would not have a good life, especially the poisonous wine he sent almost took half-faced Shura's life. He did not dare to bet his life on the kindness of half-faced Shura.

He will never surrender until the last moment.

“Patch…”

The sudden crisp knock on the door scared Zhang Qiu trembled.

With agility that was inconsistent with his fat body, he rushed to the door, took out his pistol that he always had with his right hand, and said in a tight voice: "Who?" His voice was hoarse and even shocked himself.

"Brother Zhang, it's me, Xiao Hu! Are you sick better?" said a slightly sharp voice outside the door.

"Xiao Hu, come in quickly." Zhang Qiu hurriedly opened the door. Outside the door was a young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, with his flexible eyes dripping and turning.

"Scared! Brother Zhang, how did you make yourself look like you are not human or ghost?" The young man surnamed Hu said in surprise. If Zhang Qiu had not been human-shaped, he would have been a violent mutant.

"How did I ask you to do the things?" Zhang Qiu pulled the young man surnamed Hu into the house, stretched his head and looked around quickly, "slammed" the door, and asked impatiently.

"I'm doing things, Brother Zhang, are you worried? Don't worry, no one follows you!" The young man surnamed Hu said with a proud look on his face.

"Be careful to sail the ship for thousands of years, and say, how did the things I asked you to do?" Zhang Qiu asked impatiently.

"Haha, the relationship is well connected, absolutely safe, it's just this relationship fee..." The young man surnamed Hu rubbed his hands and smiled embarrassedly, "Brother is tight, this..."

"I understand, understand, when did I, Zhangqiu, let my brothers work in vain? You, you often run outside, take these to buy some good equipment." Although Zhangqiu was despised, to put it bluntly, it would be a benefit! He said very politely, and handed a large pocket to the young man surnamed Hu. The shaking sound was clear and sounded, and the two of them knew it.

"Since Brother Zhang has said that, I'm not polite. Look, this is the pass time and the pass location. At that time, my brother will only walk away for two minutes. Brother Zhang can get me away. If it is wrong, I can't do anything about it. You don't know how strict the black instructor of Half-Seal Shura is. My brother is taking a lot of risk this time!" The young man surnamed Hu told him in a nagging manner, stuffing a small note into Zhang Qiu's hands, "Also, if something really happens, we will never admit it."

"I understand, understand! If something really happens, I will bear it alone and I will never implicate my brothers!" Zhang Qiu said with his chest.

"That's good, that's good! Brother Zhang, don't blame your brother for being too talkative. It's really unwise for you to go out at this time. According to me, the current ban will not be implemented for too long. If there is any urgent matter, it will be done at that time. Anyway, you should be able to eat and drink now." The young man surnamed Hu kindly reminded.
Chapter completed!