Lin Zhao and Xie Yueling were still looking for Shen Ping in Sanbao Company, but they did not expect that the other party walked out of the safe passage: "You are looking for me? Come into the conference room and talk!"

After Lin Zhao followed him into the conference room, he sat at both ends of the conference table. The first thing Shen Ping said was: "I only have five minutes. If you want to ask anything, please tell me!"

Lin Zhao calmly put his hands on the table: "Mr. Shen, before we talk, I want to confirm our titles first."

"Should I call you Shen Qingsheng, or should I call you Shen Ping?"

Shen Ping said coldly: "Jie Sanbao still said what he shouldn't have said."

"My father didn't say anything!" Xie Yueling defended subconsciously: "They found out your identity themselves."

Shen Ping said: "Actually, it doesn't matter what my name is anymore. After today, the names Shen Qingsheng and Shen Ping will be invalidated. My life will start again."

Lin Zhao stared at the other party closely and said, "I want to know, what exactly happened to you?"

Shen Ping shook his head and said: "I can't tell you this. What I can say is that only one of us can survive. We are all trying to find ways to survive, but we can't tell others our ways."

"No matter who knows how to survive, we must die."

Lin Zhao said in a deep voice: "Did you frame me to understand the Three Treasures?"

"No!" Shen Ping shook his head and said, "We can't kill each other. Killing others is equivalent to killing yourself. We can be strangers, but we can't be enemies."

"I know that Jie Sanbao helped me. Without him, I might not be alive today. But I can't help him, do you understand?"

Xie Yueling stood up excitedly: "Shen Ping! Do you know that my father has helped you? You don't even want to say a word?"

Shen Ping spread his hands: "I have to say, you asked me a very childish question."

"Xie Sanbao takes good care of you. He thinks that children should live heartlessly. As long as one person can handle such things as stress."

"You have never seen the world or experienced intrigues before you ask such a question."

"Since you asked, I'll give you an answer."

"That's it: everyone wants to live!"

Jie Yueling was about to say something else, but Shen Ping suddenly pulled the rope hidden under the conference table, and a figure suddenly fell outside the French window.

When Lin Zhao looked back, he happened to be face to face with that figure.

It was clearly a scarecrow wearing a suit and a white cloth covering his face.

The face of the straw man has simple facial features, but there is a strip of cloth on the chest with the birth date and Shen Ping's name written on it.

A scapegoat!

Life-changing straw man is the simplest life-changing technique in the art. Find any warlock and he will be able to tell you: put your own clothes on the straw man, write the birth date on him, and throw away the straw man. Go to the road and let the cars run over you, it will save you from the bloody disaster.

The straw man is also the most evil life-substitution technique among warlocks. If a master is secretly controlling it, the straw man will become a real person. The difference lies in whether the straw man is equipped with something that is enough for passers-by to bend down and pick it up. valuables.

Passers-by pick up money, gold and silver ornaments, or simply pick up the clothes of the straw man without knowing the reason. Then, the substitute will be replaced by a living person.

The person who picked up the thing will definitely return to the place where the straw man lay within three days and get under the wheel. What ordinary people see is just a car accident.

Only when the sorcerer is present will you see that the deceased is actually walking to the roadside carrying a straw man with someone else's birthday and horoscope on his back, waiting there to die.

When Lin Zhao saw the straw man, he understood what Shen Ping wanted to do. He pressed down his hands on the table at the same time, and at the same time, eight rays of true energy flew out from Lin Zhao's fingertips, like eight handles. The steel knife on the table flew straight towards Shen Ping.

Lin Zhao's target was not Shen Ping himself, but the rope in his hand.

In just the blink of an eye, the two-meter-long solid wood tabletop seemed to have been swept lengthwise by an electric saw and shattered into several wooden strips.

Shen Ping was sitting upright at the other end of the conference room, not even moving.

Only then did Lin Zhao see that Shen Ping was only holding half of the rope end in his hand. His action of pulling the rope was actually a show to Lin Zhao that there was someone else who really controlled the rope.

When Lin Zhao turned around, the straw man hanging outside the window had fallen downstairs.

Shen Ping took a long breath and said: "I can live for a few more years. It's very tiring to live like this, but I still want to live."

Lin Zhao stood up and walked towards the other party: "I'm afraid your life is over."

Shen Ping said with a smile: "Brother, you have forgotten, this is Sanbao Company, and you were caught on camera when you came in. If something happens to me, you can't escape the police."

When Shen Ping sneered at Lin Zhao, I had already arrived downstairs at Sanbao Company, and happened to see a figure falling from the sky.
Chapter completed!