Chapter 237: Who has never died in life since ancient times

Such a leisurely and comfortable life has raised Ding Ming to a skinny and bone-like state. People are not like humans, ghosts are not like ghosts. They have pale faces, their eyes are unsightly, and their spirits are listless...(._《》》)

Ding Ming also had a phone call on his hand, which was used to remotely control the family affairs of the outside world, although Ding Ming was already [searching the latest updates are all available.]

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It looked like he hadn't thought of decentralizing power, and he insisted that he would get better one day.

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Is the family? The answer is no. It means that when Ding Ming first became a parent, he was very prosperous. Not only did he manage the old pharmaceutical industry in an orderly manner, but he even prepared to enter other industries.

But there were unexpected situations in the world. Just when Ding Ming proposed the plan at the board meeting, his mental state began to decline, and he was released.

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After that, Ding's company began to go downhill. So far, the old pharmaceutical industry has been consumed and has been in the market.

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In the past, he was an old sheep at the slaughter of others, and the project to enter other industries has also become an out of reach dream.

Ding Ming, who has been entangled with illness for most of his life,

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What if he uses it? He hasn't conducted market research in person for a long time, and he is even more reluctant to trust the people in the family who are in charge of the investigation. His suspicious nature makes him unwilling to believe even his own son, let alone others.

Ding Ming had never expected that the reason why his side was at a disadvantage was that he was excluded and suppressed everywhere was because someone was secretly manipulating it.

In the past, Ding Ming would not appear in the manor easily, at least ordinary people could not see him. Not to mention the maids around him, he has been working in the manor for so long. It is the first time today that he has seen this legendary supreme family, and it is even more impossible to get close to him.

Ding Ming usually lives in a room with no windows and only a small door. He has to undergo testing first, and then taste it by someone. After confirming that there is nothing unusual, he will be sent into his room under the escort of fully armed bodyguards. Ding Ming, who lives in a quiet place, turned out to be a stranger today and went to the corridor to enjoy the cold. This is simply a miracle.

However, there is always a trigger for the miracle. Ding Ming was very happy today. It was not because the nightmare did not appear again last night. In yesterday's dream, he was still caught by a blood man covered in blood. However, this time the blood man did not pierce his heart with a dagger, but stared at him tightly with his lifeless eyes. He could scream, but this scream woke him up.

Although the nightmare does not happen again, but tortures Ding Ming with another appearance, it finally changed a little. A person is not afraid of facing various difficulties, but what is terrible is that he has always faced the same difficulties.

Of course, this change was not enough to make Ding Ming happy to leave the room he thought was safe. Instead, his son Ding Ran, who had been in a cold war with him for a long time, actually spoke to him on the phone today. On the phone, Ding Ran apologized to his father and promised confidently that he would devote his thoughts to his family's career in the future and no longer talk about his children's relationship.

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, Once, there was a big argument, Ding Ming was angry and said that if Ding Ran was so stubborn, he would cut off their father-son relationship and drive him out of the Ding family forever. Ding Ran had never been treated like this since he was a child. In anger, he left the house and was scattered all day long.

But now his son actually took the initiative to admit his mistake to Ding Ming. How could he not let him, a 50-year-old, be happy? When he was overjoyed, Ding Ming was in great interest and ordered someone to set up a rattan chair at the corner of the corridor and ordered someone to pick fresh grapes. He wanted to enjoy this rare good mood.

Ding Ming, who was in extreme leisure and peace, did not know that a physiological state before death was called a return to light... On the boundless desert on both sides of the canyon, a piece of yellow sand was actually moving on itself, and the direction it moved was towards the canyon where the Ding Family Manor was located.

Zhang Ziwen was wearing a blanket of the same color as yellow sand, lying on the sand, crawling slowly forward. The reason why he used a blanket instead of any other light fabric or simply wore yellow clothes was because the fabric would be blown up by the wind when it was light, which was not conducive to concealment, and it was even worse to wear only yellow clothes. The goal was too obvious and it was easy to see from the side.

There is a guard post on the cliffs on both sides of the canyon. Zhang Ziwen chose to use it as a breakthrough. Zhang Ziwen moved very slowly. Not only did he have to climb one step and clear the traces of one step, he also had to try his best to maintain the range of movement, not too large, otherwise it would be easy to be discovered. It took him hundreds of meters to reach another one from one canyon, but it took him half an hour.

Finally, Zhang Ziwen was moving to the guard post at the edge of the canyon. Zhang Ziwen looked down and was about to take out the rope, but a scorpion suddenly emerged from the sand and climbed down in front of Zhang Ziwen, but it was a mutant.

After a few scrambles, the scorpion suddenly trembled all over, and a slight crackling sound was made under the scorpion's feet. In an instant, a burst of blue smoke came out under the scorpion's feet. Then, the scorpion's belly flipped and fell to the valley. The six scorpion feet curled up like newborn babies, and the high scorpion tail was also tightly attached to the abdomen.

Zhang Ziwen sniffed, and a burning smell gradually drifted in the air.

"Bah." Zhang Ziwen spat on the cliff, and only then heard the crackling sounds sounded again. This time it was not green smoke, but white smoke. Zhang Ziwen's heart shook and then smiled, "It's not bad. He can actually make the power grid so cleverly, but I'm sorry, I'm just lucky, Master."

The way to go directly was not working. Zhang Ziwen leaned under the post and looked upwards. He made his mind to the post. For the next half day, Zhang Ziwen remained motionless and quietly listened to the movements in the post.

The poisonous sunlight shone directly on Zhang Ziwen's body, his face, his skin was burning and painful, and his sweat kept flowing down. His clothes were soaked, and he was evaporated by the scorching ground and the hot sunlight, soaked and then evaporated. This was repeated. If Zhang Ziwen had not brought a lot of water when he came, he would have been roasted into a braised fox today.

After hard work, the rewards for exchange are also worthy of gratitude. After half a day of observation, Zhang Ziwen found out the rules of their shift change, and happened to find that the monitor on the post would turn off for half a minute and then restart.

The reason why he sneaked attacks during shift changes instead of "television" directly into the manor is because he is not clear about the structure inside. If he flashes rashly, he may be discovered by the guards, causing the original sneak attack plan to abort. Moreover, with his ability, he is not enough to move such a long distance.

Zhang Ziwen quietly poked his head out, and the two guys in the pavilion were waving goodbye. A cold smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's face, "Say goodbye, this will be your farewell."

Just as the guard who had just finished serving stepped on the elevator, a white light flashed, brushed past the ears of another guard and pierced into the back of the guard's neck.

The guard threw himself to the ground without even snorting. The one stuck in his neck was a bright dagger that had already penetrated most of the time. It was tightly clenched between the wound, and there was no trace of it. It could be seen how powerful the person who threw the dagger was. Another guard suddenly turned around, but unexpectedly, it was not a dagger, but a ball of yellow sand to greet him.

The unprepared guard was fascinated by the sand, but he didn't dare to wipe it. He kept blinking his eyes that were sobbing from the sand, and reached out to touch the gun at his waist, but he felt empty. The pistol at his waist disappeared at some point.

The guard's heart sank. At this time, his eyes were washed away by tears, and he could already see some scenery vaguely, but this was also his last glance at the world. A white light shone down from the air, and a red line immediately appeared on the guard's neck.

Killing two guards, Zhang Ziwen calmly turned his back to another post, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, pressed the switch button, and immediately asked the console: "02, 02, what's the situation? Please answer when you hear it. Please answer when you hear it."

Zhang Ziwen held his fingers and pressed them on the vocal cords on his neck, imitating the guard's voice and replied: "Everything is normal. Everything is normal. Ove

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After saying that, turn off the walkie-talkie. After waiting for two seconds, Zhang Ziwen turned around in vain, and at the same time took out a whale gun from his arms. When his body turned completely, he also aimed at the guards in another post.

Gently pull the trigger, and with a "swoosh," a long javelin with barbs sped over like a meteor. Behind the javelin, there was a metal thread as thin as a hair.

Seeing the person here turn around, the guard was about to wave to say hello to him, but before he could make a sound, a javelin penetrated his mouth and passed through his body.

The cerebellum was first destroyed, and the guard fell down immediately. Zhang Ziwen grabbed the wire and pulled it hard. The barbarian at the front of the javelin hooked the railing of the guard post. Zhang Ziwen tried again. After confirming that it would not loosen, he wrapped the wire here on the railing several times and tied it.

Zhang Ziwen took out a hanger-shaped object from his clothes. There were two soft handles at both ends, and a pulley with a very deep groove on top. He put the pulley onto the wire. Zhang Ziwen held it tightly with both hands and jumped onto the railing, half-squatted, and gently kicked, and his whole body was like a yellow cloud, floating towards the opposite side.

When he flew to the middle of the canyon, Zhang Ziwen suddenly paused, then twisted a switch on his hand, and he began to slowly descend. With the surveillance of two posts on the cliff and the dense grid, the guards under him were not worried that someone would attack from the air at all.

But there is nothing absolute in this world. No matter how strong the Maginot line of defense is, isn’t it just that it has no effect? ​​Zhang Ziwen fell to the ground lightly, quickly took off his yellow jacket, exposed his green clothes, took out a box of oil paint, and applied a few slashes on his face, making him look like an ancient Indian.

Wearing this green dress, Zhang Ziwen jumped onto the grape trellis and began to search for Ding Ming's traces under the cover of the wide and dense grape leaves. Maybe Ding Ming's life was over, so he didn't come out early or late, but he just came out to cool off at this time. It was a coincidence that the bend where Ding Ming was located was not far from where Zhang Ziwen landed, so Zhang Ziwen found his old enemy, Ding Ming without much effort.

A sound of sensation came from under the grape leaves, and Zhang Ziwen moved quietly to Ding Ming's head. A strange anger arose from Zhang Ziwen's heart. His narrow eyes seemed to have been baptized by blood. The scenery in front of him was no longer yellow, white and green, but all turned into one color - red.

The maid who peeled Ding Ming's grape skin felt a cold face. She reached out and touched it and it turned out to be two drops of water. Oh, it was raining? But... it took a moment before the maid realized that how could it rain at this time? The maid raised her head in confusion and found in horror that there was a person lying on her head.

"Ah." After a moment of silence, the maid suddenly burst out with a scream. The scream alarmed the guards around him, angered Ding Ming, and of course, it also awakened Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen was shocked. He didn't know why he was discovered by the people below. It was too late to stop him. He made up his mind and jumped off the grape trellis. Amid the screams of the maids, he captured Ding Ming, who was about to scold the maids.

The thin and dazzling blade was placed on Ding Ming's slender neck. Ding Ming's heart sank and thought it was not good. However, as a parent of a big family, he has seen so many worlds and experienced so many storms. How could he be so scared so easily? Ding Ming calmed down a little and said calmly: "Who are you? How did you come in?"

A hoarse voice immediately came from behind, "What are you asking so much? You just need to know that I'm here to kill you."

Ding Ming smiled contemptuously, "Do you know how many people have killed me?" Although his words were very disdainful, his trembling arm that could not be pressed even though he told Zhang Ziwen his mental state very honestly.
To be continued...