Ye Wudao patted Nightingale Group Eighteen on the shoulder and said, "I'm equal to Brother Shalang. You are Shalang's father. In terms of seniority, you are still my elder."

"See me later, no need to kneel."

Subordinates dare not.

Nightingale Group Eighteen refused repeatedly: "It is the master who gave me this life, Nightingale Group Eighteen is the master in life, and death is the master's ghost, don't dare to be presumptuous."

Ye Wudao: "This is an order."

The word "order" was as heavy as Mount Tai to the Nightingale Group.

No one in the Nightingale Group dared to obey.

Even if they are allowed to **, they will not hesitate to implement it.

This time, Nightingale Group Eighteen didn't dare to say anything, so they could only bite the bullet and agree, "My subordinate takes the order."

Ye Wudao walked to Xiaodao, Xiaodao had been tortured to death, his body was wounded, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

His swollen eyes narrowed as he stared at Ye Wudao: "Give me...give me a treat...please..."

Ye Wudao shook his head: "Sorry. Death is the kindest punishment we have here. You don't deserve the kindest punishment."

Knife smiled bitterly.

He didn't think Ye Wudao was joking, because compared with what he had experienced before, death was indeed the most merciful punishment.

Xiaodao: "Tell me, what exactly do you want from me?"

Ye Wudao: "It's very simple, find a way to bring me into the place of pilgrimage."

Xiaodao said quickly: "Impossible. Everyone has a record there, and every time they enter that place, they must verify their identity."

"It's as difficult for strangers to enter."

Ye Wudao: "This is not something you should worry about, you can just take us there."

Xiaodao was silent, hesitating.

Ye Wudao: "You'd better give me an answer as soon as possible, my patience is limited."

Xiaodao said: "I can promise you, but you also have to promise me a condition."

Ye Wudao: "Say."

Xiaodao: "I know that I am guilty and cannot live. But please don't implicate my family, they are innocent."

Ye Wudao was a little surprised: "Didn't you say before that you have become a cold-blooded puppet? Why do you still care about your family?"

Knife was silent.

After a long time, he looked up and said, "Because I have their photos tattooed on my arms, every time I want to forget, I will take a look at their photos, so that I will not forget them."

Ye Wudao nodded.

Fatherhood is great.

Ye Wudao: "There is still one more thing for you to do. Help me finish this matter, I will not only give you pleasure, but you can also make meritorious deeds. I will not hold you accountable after your death."

Xiaodao: "Tell me, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to cooperate with you."

"I've had enough of this kind of life when people are neither human nor ghosts."

Ye Wudao: "Summon as many Yin Si people you know as possible."

Xiaodao smiled bitterly: "This may disappoint you. We are not allowed to communicate with each other. Only Xiang Feitian can contact us."

"However, I met two Yinsi people by chance. I'll call two of them at most."

Ye Wudao was a little disappointed.

But two are two, it's better than none at all.

Ye Wudao: "Contact them now and let them come to meet you."

Knife: "Okay."

Xiaodao took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Xiaodao's mobile phone is the most common old computer, except for making calls and playing music, it has no other functions.

For the underworld people like Xiaodao, they have no hobbies and the only obsession in their minds is to be loyal to the master.

So the phone doesn't need any bells and whistles.

The phone was quickly dialed, and Xiaodao called his two friends "Jin Wen" and "Jin Wu" to come to meet him and make an appointment to go on a "pilgrimage" tonight.

Jin Wen Jin Wu also readily agreed. JrNovels.com