Chapter 6699: The living dead?

"Also, let them remember that when it comes to the ability to judge the situation, I, Huang Wanwan, are no worse than them. I know better than anyone how to do some things and when to do them."
Huang Wan Wan's voice was calm, but every word revealed a hint of gloom.
"Boss, if this is the case... in case they get angry..." Wang Meng said.
"Jiang anger?" Huang Wanbao turned around again, looked at Wang Meng coldly, and said, "Mengzi, you have been in contact with them a lot during this time, have you forgotten who you are raising a dog?"
In a word, the fierce general who had been following Huang Wanyuan to death directly entered the ice cave and knelt on the ground on the spot.
"Boss, Mengzi has no second thoughts, Mengzi is just worried about the boss." Wang Meng said in a trembling voice.
A bright smile suddenly appeared on Huang Wan Wan's face, he stepped forward and helped Wang Meng, who was pale.
"Look at you, I just said casually, what are you so afraid of?" Huang Wanwan grinned with his iconic big yellow teeth.
He patted Wang Meng's shoulder and said, "Mengzi, tell me, during this period of time, are there many people below who are dissatisfied with my refusal? Are there many people who are deeply resentful and have begun to show their teeth and claws?"
"Yes, boss, everyone thinks that this is a good time for us to start. Regardless of whether Chen Liuhe is dead or not, we should seize this opportunity and wipe out Chen Liuhe's forces." Wang Meng said with sweat. Don't dare to hide anything.
"Mengzi, you said, how much of our power has been infiltrated by the Taishang family?" Huang Wanbao said again.
Wang Meng's legs went weak again with fright, and he almost collapsed to the ground, standing there in a panic, not knowing what to do.
The companion is like the companion of the tiger, and Huang Wanwan is the most vicious and vicious tiger.
"Give you a day to give me the list of the people you like to dance the most, is there any problem?" Huang Wanwan asked with a smile.
"Okay." Wang Meng took a deep breath.
"The pond is cloudy, and there are some stinky fish and rotten shrimp. This is a good opportunity to clean up." Huang Wanwan said with a smile.
He has always been confident, and nothing can escape his control.
He has always been aware of many things, but most of the time he turns a blind eye.
"In addition, you go tell the people of the Taishang family that on this land, I can only have the final say! If they have any opinions on my choice, I welcome them to come to me at any time."
Huang Wanwan's eyes became sharp in vain: "However, if they want to do something beyond me, Huang Wanwan, or want to carry me behind their backs, they will cultivate another vicious dog! Don't blame me, Huang Wanwan, for turning his face and not recognizing anyone. ."
"Yes, boss, I will definitely convey your original words." Wang Meng said hurriedly.
Huang Wanwan's expression eased down again, and he took a slow sip of red wine: "In a word, without my order, no one is allowed to touch any hair of anyone related to Chen Liuhe, otherwise, I will definitely Let him know what it means to regret living in this world."
Wang Meng didn't dare to take a breath, and stood there with his head bowed, his calves shaking.
"I heard that there is a lot of fun in Yanjing? There are already a lot of people who can't sit still and start to make a fuss? Do you want to make a fuss about the control of the dragon soul?" Huang Wanbao said again, he knows everything well.
"Yes, Chen Liuhe's life and death are unknown, which has brought a lot of chain effects. The Taishang family is making waves." Wang Meng said.
"It's interesting." Huang Wanbao smiled: "Yang Dingxian is under a lot of pressure, I wonder if he can handle it?"
"Don't we still have some very interesting black materials in our hands? When the time is right, help him to make the pool of water in Yanjing more turbid, at least, to suppress the arrogance of those Wang Badan. ." Huang million said lightly.
Wang Meng's expression was startled again, and he said, "Boss, doing this doesn't seem to benefit us at all..."
Huang Wanwan showed a mysterious smile and said, "What can you, a guy who is not even a chess piece, understand? Playing chess is not only about the immediate gains and losses, but more importantly, the overall situation."
"In this game of chess, with me, Huang Wan Wan, I will not be mediocre and not lonely." Huang Wan Wan said slowly.
A simple sentence seems to reveal infinite ambition and domineering.
Wang Meng stepped back and went to execute the instructions given by Huang Wanwan.
At this moment, Huang Wanwan grinned again, revealing an extremely bright smile.
That smile was full of inexplicable meaning.
That smile was just like when he was still in Bianzhou, exactly the same as when Chen Liuhe obeyed his words.
"Even if my old Huang is a dog, it must be a mad dog that anyone dares to bite." Huang Wanwan laughed.
In the mundane world, the wind is rising and the wind is changing, and the big hands stretched out by the Taishang family are shaking the undercurrent like a frenzy, trying to affect the whole pattern.
This is also a game, a game that cannot see the smoke and blood, but is also very fierce and dangerous!
If Chen Liuhe really died, everything would have no substantial impact, because it had nothing to do with him.
But if Chen Liuhe is not dead, it will have a great impact, it will directly shake the foundation of Chen Liuhe, and it will be the most fatal blow!
Once the power in the world fails to hold fast, and is fully controlled by the Taishang family.
Then, everything about Chen Liuhe will no longer be able to stand on its own, and will be dealt a fatal blow.
Those people and things that Chen Liuhe cares about will all go to the end...
Is such a game important? It couldn't be more important!
key? It couldn't be more critical!
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In the southwest of the hot summer, in the territory of Zhenyun.
The mountains overlap, stretching for more than a thousand miles, dense and desolate.
Surrounded by mountains, there is a village isolated from the world.
The village chief is simple and very small, with only a dozen households.
A pungent and strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted out from a simple wooden house.
An old man in a black robe who could not see his face was squatting in front of a medicine pot, brewing some kind of traditional Chinese medicine.
He is skilled in his techniques, and has a good control over the heat.
Not far from him, there was a simple wooden bed.
On the wooden bed, lay a pale young man.
The man fell into a coma, with no trace of life emanating from his body, just like a living dead.