Chapter 2903 Shen Tianyu 303

Soon, Sheng Po laughed at himself.

Who is he?

Gu Chuchu has a father and a grandfather. Is it his turn as an outsider to worry about her?

It's just a few encounters, don't worry about it.

He went around in the opposite direction, trying to reach the island from the other end.

He was not as advanced as Wuyazi, and his arm was injured. Even if he swam to Snake Island now, he would reach the island later than Wuyazi.

In the evening, Sheng Po finally arrived at Serpentine Island.

The island was unusually quiet. The only sounds were the wind, the waves, the chirping of insects, and the rustling of falling fruits, but no human voices.

As expected, he had been here twice, and both times he was very quiet.

He pretended to be struggling to climb to the island and lay there for a long time, his fingers secretly digging a hole to bury the flare.

After burying the flare, he lay there for a long time before he slowly and laboriously stood up. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted hoarsely, "Is anyone here? Is there anyone on the island? Is there any food? I'm starving! Just give me some water!"

Still no one responded on the island.

He thought, it would be better if his natal Gu was not dead.

His flower-tail poisonous bee insect can be used for exploration, self-defense, and attack. Without the flower-tail poisonous bee insect, his ability to defend against enemies is halved.

No one responded.

He kept walking.

When I reached the dense forest, I suddenly heard the whistling sound of bullets!

He quickly dodged, raised his hands, and shouted hoarsely in the direction of the bullet, "My name is Ling Hao. I'm a singer and actor from the Huaxia ethnic group. I was shipwrecked while on a sea trip a while ago and got separated from the people on the boat. I've been drifting on the sea ever since, drinking bottled water and my own urine, eating canned food I found, and catching raw fish and shellfish to survive. If you can get me back safely, I'll pay you any amount of money!"

It takes money to establish a cult, and it also takes money for Zongji to support a cult.

The source of his money is complex.

But it is well known that popular stars in mainland China are rich.

No one can refuse billions of dollars.

Even the shrewd Zong Ji.

Sheng Po thought that since Zong Ji even supported cults, he must have had thoughts about influential celebrities.

Sure enough, no more bullets were fired.

Sheng Po stood there, raised his hands, looked at his tall shadow on the ground, and waited quietly.

Either life or death.

It all depends on their thoughts.

He discovered that as long as a person is not afraid of death, there will be no fear in his heart, and nothing can defeat him.

The sky gradually darkened and his shadow on the ground disappeared.

The huge waves hit the shore, making a whimpering sound.

As the long time passed, two people wearing black masks came out from behind the dense forest and began to search him, touching his whole body and checking his fingers.

Sheng Po was glad that he was a Gu maker.

If you use a gun, there will be calluses on your fingers from the gun.

Seeing that he had no sword or gun on him and no calluses on his hands, the two men relaxed their guard.

One of them picked up Sheng Po's face and looked at him. Seeing that he was handsome and delicate, he couldn't help but wonder, "You've been floating on the sea for so long, why is your face still so pale?"

He speaks Chinese.

This is the high seas, located between mainland my country, Taiwan, and Southeast Asian countries. It is normal that some people can speak Chinese.

Sheng Po imitated Ling Hao's voice and replied, "I'm an idol singer and a celebrity. I make a living by my looks. I can lose my life, but I can't ruin my face. These days, I hide my face with clothes during the day, and swim forward at night to find a way to survive."

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Another person asked, "How much money do you have?"

Sheng Po said, "Ling Hao, you can check it online. My savings, plus a few properties and cars, are almost two billion, close to three billion. If you can get me back to the mainland safely, I will give you half of my annual earnings."

The leader of the two men naturally checked before sending them here.

Sheng Po walked inside with a gun pointed at his back by two men.

Sheng Po's eyes turned slightly, and he observed his surroundings calmly.

Passing through layers of dense forests, there are a few ordinary gray-white buildings.

Sheng Po knew that the small building looked plain on the outside, but was luxurious and magnificent on the inside, and the basement was even more extravagant.

Although the island was peaceful, there were countless pairs of eyes secretly staring at him from behind.

If he showed any weakness, he would be shot to death.

Sheng Po also knew that if he was taken in like this, he would not be able to see Zong Ji. Unless he had a net worth of hundreds of billions or trillions, it would be worthy for Zong Ji to come out to see him in person.

He coughed lightly and said, "I know a lot of secrets and ways to make money. I want to work with your boss and make more money. No one would complain about having too much money. In our line of work, we make money quickly and legally."

He deliberately emphasized the word "legal".

Because Zong Ji must have a lot of black or gray income, and he needs someone to help him operate it.

The entertainment industry has more room for maneuver than any other industry.

The two looked at each other with suspicion.

Sheng Po added, "I know you may not appreciate my money, but as long as you send me back safely, there will be a steady stream of money flowing into your pockets. Everything can be negotiated, as long as you send me back safely."

The two still didn't respond.

Sheng Po said no more.

I know these people are very suspicious.

He waited for Zongji to come to him in person.

Soon he was taken into a side building.

Although the small building is not as luxurious as the main building, it has everything.

Someone brought him clothes and food.

When Sheng Po was eating, he acted as if he hadn't eaten for days, grabbing the food with his hands and gobbling it up ravenously.

He knew he could act, but he didn't expect him to be so good at it. Even he almost thought he was Ling Hao, the starving ghost who was shipwrecked and drifted in the sea for many days.

After wolfing down his meal, he lay down on the carpet, holding his stomach.

After resting enough and regaining his strength, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Coming out wrapped in a bath towel, he picked up the clothes given to him and changed into them.

He was not shy about it, knowing full well that the room was full of invisible surveillance cameras, even in the bathroom.

Fortunately, he listened to Shen Tianyu's advice and stayed in Gusu City for a few more days. The gunshot wound on his right arm had almost healed, and the wound was no longer visible after a little treatment.

After changing his clothes, he walked to the dressing mirror and looked at himself.

He felt that the clothes looked familiar.

I quickly remembered that Ling Hao had worn similar clothes when he attended a movie press conference earlier this spring.

It was obvious that the other party still doubted his identity.

The suspicion is right.

Suspicion indicates that the person he was dealing with might be Zong Ji.

If the other party believed him easily, he would still be afraid that it was a trick.

Late at night three days later.

Sheng Po lay on the soft big bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, thinking to himself, this Zong Ji is really patient.

It took him three whole days and three nights.

If it wasn't Shen Tianyu who was in charge of the command, someone else would have probably sent out the troops long ago.

There was no movement from Wuyazi's side.

There was a human skin mask on his face, making his skin stuffy and itchy. Sheng Po raised his hand and scratched his cheek. After all, it was not his own skin, and he felt powerless, like scratching an itch through a shoe.

Suddenly, I heard a very light sound of unlocking the door from outside.

Sheng Po immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After a few minutes, the door was gently pushed open.

After a long time, there were very light footsteps coming in.

There is a thick carpet on the floor.

The sound of footsteps was hidden in the carpet. Sheng Po was sensitive and noticed that the man's breath was gradually approaching his bed.

The man seemed to be testing the waters and walked for a long time before finally coming to the bed.

The man stood beside the bed, looked down at Sheng Po, his eyes fixed on his handsome face.

He spoke in a friendly voice and said with a smile: "Boy, if you want to cooperate with me, you need to pay a tribute. Can you accept it?"

Sheng Po's ear wing twitched slightly.

He heard it clearly.

This is Zongji’s voice!

When he was seventeen years old, he and his adoptive father Sheng Kui came to see him.

Sheng Po still pretended to be asleep and didn't answer.

The man laughed, "Don't pretend, I know you're not asleep. You sleep during the day and don't dare to sleep at night, which is quite smart. Being smart is good. I like to deal with smart people. It's safe."

Sheng Po opened his eyes, sat up and looked at him.

The man was wearing a black mask, but his exposed eyes were curved and he was smiling.

In the dark night, he smiled somewhat eerily.

Sheng Po was not afraid.

The worst case scenario is death.

Sheng Po said in Ling Hao's voice: "What is a pledge of allegiance?"

Zong Ji chuckled, "You."

Sheng Po was suspicious, "Me?"

Zong Ji's mask revealed shrewd eyes as he looked him up and down. "Ling Hao, you're twenty-six, a bit old. Your circle is quite chaotic, you must have been trained before, right? Let me see what you can do."

Only then did Sheng Po understand what the old ghost meant.

This old ghost actually wants his body!

He has never even had a woman, how could he let this dirty old man defile his body?

This is more humiliating than killing him!

But when he landed on the island, he had buried the signal flare in the mud on the shore. How could he send a signal to Shen Tianyu? Why hadn't Wuyazi come yet?

There was a conflict between the conscience and the desire in Sheng Po’s mind.

Zong Ji laughed lewdly, his eyes gleaming, and he bent down and lifted his quilt...