Chapter 1023 Cross-Border Interrogation

Feng Jun returned to Zhige Mountain, found a good scenery, took the spirit beast bag, and talked about the results of his consultation smoothly.

Teacher Mei knew more than he thought. She had traveled to Nihong, "So, this black shadow should be the little god of some temple in Nihong..."

There are many mud temples everywhere, and the gods worshiped are also diverse. There is nothing in the world that cannot be worshiped. If anyone thinks that the Spoon God can still be accepted, then please... the toilet god understand?

Feng Jun really didn’t understand this, and he was a little dazed when he heard it, but in the end, he still smiled disapprovingly, "Then... I'll just kill the god later. I don't know if this person who is lying in the mud will be in pain." .”

After saying that, he took the spirit beast bag and released Tempura Hao with a shake of his hand.

Feng Jun didn't have the slightest favorable impression of this person, so he wouldn't consider putting clothes on this guy even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to wake up in a short time after he was in an ether coma - the colder he was, the faster he would wake up.

When Tempura Hao was arrested, it was March in the Gregorian calendar and he was located in the Magic City. The Magic City in March was already quite warm.

People say that winter in the south of China without heating is more difficult than in the north, but the most difficult time is at the end of the year and the beginning of the year. In March, the climate in the Magic City is already quite warm.

Tempura Hiroshi was also wearing relatively thin clothes, just a pair of cotton pajamas and pajamas, which were thrown into the snow. After a while, the skin on his body became whiter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

About forty minutes later, he slowly woke up.

In fact, he should have woken up later, because cold can stimulate people to wake up - for example, if someone is splashed with a basin of cold water, people will always wake up faster.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he sneezed several times in succession. The temperature in Zhige Mountain at the moment was almost minus ten degrees.

After a few sneezes, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that they were all white, and then he sat up as he brushed the floor.

Immediately afterwards, there was another fierce sneeze, earth-shattering, "Ah...where am I?"

"Where...is this question important?" Feng Jun was dressed in fur and looked at him coldly with his hands in his sleeves. "Since you can't make the decision, just treat yourself as dead."

Tempura Hao was stunned for a while, sneezed a few more times, looked at Feng Jun and asked thoughtfully, "Did you bring me out of the residence in the Magic City?"

"There is no magic city residence, it's all your own illusion," Feng Jun said with a smile, "Actually, this is Peru, Fujimori has just come to power, we have a lot to do."

This is what he calls nonsense. It was only last century that Fujimori, a scumbag, became the president of Peru.

Tempura Hao was stunned for a moment, looked at him blankly, and then sneezed hard again, "Oh, stop joking, then at least you have to talk nonsense to me, right?"

Feng Jun didn't expect to be able to deceive him, so he just smiled and said, "Your Chinese dialect... is pretty good."

Of course I speak Chinese...well! Tempura Hao didn't pay attention to these words. The Nibo people spoke Chinese dialect very standardly. Isn't this normal? He was stunned for a moment and then spoke, "Excuse me, where am I now?"

Feng Jun grinned at him, "Do you think it's your time to ask questions? Or... do you think you are qualified to ask questions?"

Tempura Hao raised his hand and touched his head, and said with a little doubt, "Is this in... China?"

"I'm asking you," Feng Jun stepped forward and slapped him in the face, which was both crisp and loud - in fact, no Chinese who knew those three graves could suppress their inner impulse.

This slap also made Tempura Hiroshi realize the reality, but he still couldn't help but say, "I am Tempura Hiroshi. Have you figured out the meaning of this name?"

"I have figured out the meaning of this name," Feng Jun said disapprovingly, "Tempura is a famous cooking technique, but it is also fried food. The original meaning of tempura is 'faster' ', then, I tell you to hurry up?"

Tempura Hao was poked in a sore spot, and finally became angry, "Have you ever figured out the sales volume of Nimu Group? Do you know what my name in the Magic City means?"

Feng Jun smiled slightly, "I really don't know, can you tell me?"

At this time, he wouldn't care about this kind of topic at all, but...it wouldn't be a bad thing to ask. Anyway, he is not cold and can afford to waste time.

However, Tempura Hao reacted in time. He was the one who could see the pros and cons best, so he rubbed his head and said tremblingly, "No matter what your intention is, if you can wait for me to wake up, you have something to say." Bar?"

Feng Jun looked at him with interest, "What gave you the illusion that you are qualified to ask questions?"

"Well, I'm not qualified to ask questions," Tempura Hiroshi replied very simply, "but I have a small request. Can you give me two pieces of clothing? I'm freezing to death. You don't want that. I'm halfway through answering the question. When you were there, you were so cold that you lost consciousness, right?"

"It's nothing special to lose consciousness," Feng Jun replied with a sneer, "You actually feed Shiki ghosts with resentful souls. What you did is so immoral that you really deserve death."

When Tempura Hiroshi heard this, his face turned pale - even though his face was already very pale.

He shook his head subconsciously and wanted to deny it, but thinking about what happened before he fell into coma, he suppressed the thought of denying it. After a pause, he spoke out, "Even if I deserve death, but Can you please warm me up before you die?"

Feng Jun shook his head, "I think the cold helps you think and can double your concentration... In my impression, Nihongren shouldn't be very afraid of the cold, right?"

"But...I'm really cold," Tempura Hao said with a trembling body, "Nibo people are not afraid of the cold. That's because the weather is not too cold. When those seniors were in Manchukuo..."

"Huh?" Feng Jun frowned, squinted his eyes and spoke coldly, "What did you say?"

"Okay, I made a mistake," Tempura Hiroshi understood very well the principle of "how dare a person not bow his head under a low eaves", "I hope you can take it for the sake of humanitarianism..."

Feng Jun interrupted him again, "In the three death pits where you raised Shigui, there were many soldiers buried alive by the Nihong people. Did you Nihong people practice humanism at that time?"

There was a hint of surprise on Tempura Hiroshi's face, "Is this... buried alive? In that case, I'm really sorry for causing trouble to you, but I think I need to make it clear that this matter has nothing to do with me. , I wasn’t born yet.”

After a pause, he spoke again, "I think that in modern society, it is uncivilized to vent your anger on others casually."

Feng Jun wanted to say something else, but Hao Jingjing said quietly, "Boss, just give him two pieces of clothes. The death row prisoner still has his head to eat. The Nibo people can be barbaric, but we are civilized people."

Feng Jun snorted, took out two down jackets and threw them over, "I'm giving you an advantage."

Tempura Hao's eyes widened in an instant. He pointed at Feng Jun with a look of shock on his face, "You...are you a Taoist priest?"

Ni Hong also had legends about storage space. Seeing the other party take out two pieces of clothes out of thin air, he was really shocked.

But even though he was shocked, he didn't forget to quickly pick up a down jacket, put it on, and then placed another down jacket on the snow, wrapping his feet and legs in it.

Feng and Jun didn't say anything, they just looked at him indifferently.

After Tempura Hao got the down jacket, his condition improved significantly. When he saw Feng Jun taking out a cigarette to smoke, he also wanted one.

Are you still getting used to this problem? Feng Jun said coldly: Answer the questions first and then look at your performance.

Tempura Hiroshi didn't dare to object, so he could only timidly say, "I don't know what you want to know?"

Let’s talk about it secretly, Feng Jun said with an expressionless face: Whether it’s the Overseas Wanderers Association or the Yin-Yang Formation of Mother and Child, speak slowly.

After Tempura Hiroshi realized that the other party was a monk, he didn't have much luck in his heart, so he honestly confessed that his ancestors were onmyojis, and his grandparents had worked as clerks in foreign companies in Shanghai.

Before Ni Hong surrendered, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net his father ran away to Africa and settled there.

In the 1970s, Nihong began to develop rapidly. His father wanted to return to China for development, but was regarded as "disloyal" because they did not experience the Great Depression after the surrender.

Tempura Hiroshi also stayed in Niho for a few years and felt the inner dissatisfaction of others towards him.

After that, he stepped out of the mud and developed, and came to China about fifteen years ago.

Since Feng Jun already knew a lot of inside information, Tempura Hao did not deny it, saying that he had indeed set up a formation, but it was not a "Mother and Son Yin-Yang Formation", but a "Onmyoji of his line" passed down Worship and form a positive formation.”

However, this formation was not built by him, but by his father - he himself did not know how to do this formation.

When Feng Jun heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, "It's obviously a remnant formation, but you say it's a regular formation. You idiots just steal other people's things, but you actually have the nerve to claim it is original?"

When Tempura Hao heard this, even though he was afraid of the Taoist priest, he couldn't help but retort, "Nowadays, those who do plagiarism, plagiarism and piracy are mainly from China, right? Nihong's international image is much better."

Hearing this, Feng Jun smiled coldly, "Because we steal less now, so the thefts for more than a thousand years don't count?"

"Actually, there is a lot of plagiarism among the Nihong people now," Hao Jingjing said coldly from the side, "They have internal plagiarism scandals, and they have also sent out many spies to deal with China's high-precision technology...many There is a warning on the internal reference.”

After all, she is a member of the system. Even if it is not an important department, the relevant policy spirit will be conveyed.

Tempura Hao couldn't help it anymore, "Our Rimu Company had to set up a factory in China because you stole our technology!"