Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

Zhang Xueming had a strange premonition that this time might be like the many times she and Gong Shangjiao had lured Wu Feng to death: she had a thorough plan and wanted to arm herself and her teammates to the teeth, but because of various inexplicable coincidences, the opponent fell before she and her teammates could really exert their strength. When she and her teammates arrived at the destination on time, the only thing they could do was to tie him up and interrogate him...

Because Zhang Xueming had a habit of listening carefully when she was investigating, Gong Yuanzheng naturally thought that it was because of her excellent hearing that she knew the situation inside without having to go in to check.

"Is the first floor safe?" he asked.

"No." He asked naturally, and Zhang Xueming answered naturally.

"You can't hear the noise on the second floor?"

Zhang Xueming glanced at him and said, "Yes, we can only confirm the situation on the first floor."

Gong Yuanzheng took the initiative to let go of Zhang Xueming's hand: "Zhao Zhao, I'll go hang our red carp lantern on the lamp stand, you get ready."

Even if there was no danger on the first floor, he still had to be cautious - who could guarantee that there wasn't someone awake on the second floor armed with a powerful crossbow, poisoned hidden weapons, or iron nets waiting for him and Zhao Zhao to go in?

Zhang Xueming thought so too. She was never clingy when doing serious work, and she said "OK" and retracted her hand.

Gong Yuanzheng unconsciously clenched his hands twice with nothing in his hands, glanced at Zhang Xueming, and quickly went over to hang the big red carp lantern.

As soon as he walked away, Zhang Xueming took out the silver-white smiley mask that he had thrown into the storage space a long time ago from under his round-necked shirt and put it on his face. He then reached out from his waist and pulled out the half-arm-long retractable black iron snake-scale short sticks. With a swing, the short sticks, which were less than one meter long, glowed faintly, like two black snakes eager to bite people.

The noble lady of the aristocratic family left the line, and the "crazy Bodhisattva" of the south came online. The beautiful face under the mask no longer had a smile. Zhang Xueming waved the iron rod in his hand casually, bringing out the sound of the wind: "Let's go, Ayuan."

"Okay." Gong Yuanzheng drew his sword and smiled excitedly, "I haven't been this excited in a long time."

The two of them crossed the threshold side by side, and Gong Yuanzheng kicked the large screen that was blocking his view of the beauty fluttering butterflies while she sat on the ground, not caring whether there was anyone behind the screen.

The screen fell to the ground with a loud bang, and seven or eight brightly dressed girls were seen lying on the floor of the hallway in twisted postures.

These people were still awake, but the pain prevented them from even moaning. They opened their mouths wide and tried desperately to breathe, like fish thrown onto the shore.

The loud noise of the screen falling to the ground attracted their attention, and their tear-soaked eyes all looked for help.

The two unsympathetic young men ignored them and walked in unison towards the door leading to the hall.

The door there was wide open, and one could see the opposite side at a glance: that was the intersection of several winding corridors on the first floor: ambiguous light enveloped the spacious hall, in the center of which stood a large open stage with exquisite decorations and five small stages that were only big enough for two people to stand, with more than twenty round tables placed in between, and many soft silk cloths in light red and light green hanging from the high roof beams and the pavilions on both sides.

One can imagine the scene of dancers singing and dancing on the stage and toasting each other below the stage on ordinary days.

However, the place was in a mess at this time, with overturned tables and chairs, scattered food and wine, and men and women lying on the ground huddled together.

Zhang Xueming walked to the door and stopped. He held the iron rod across to stop Gong Yuanzheng who was about to rush out: "Wait, Ayuan, let me check again."

She used her spiritual sense to scan the lobby, corridors, and corners of the first floor three times, and patiently "read" the faces of all the people who fell on the first floor. After confirming that all of them had lost their combat effectiveness and there was absolutely no possibility of them suddenly attacking and hurting others, she walked to the corridor first and pointed her stick at the staircase diagonally opposite: "Don't look at the first floor anymore, let's go to the second floor."

Gong Yuanzheng was stopped and waited for nearly five minutes, but he was not impatient at all. Afraid of distracting Zhang Xueming, he did not dare to stare at her all the time, and simply stood behind her, back to back, holding the long knife and vigilantly scanning the surroundings and the flower girls lying on the ground.

When Zhang Xueming said to go to the second floor, he really didn't even look towards the hall and just followed Zhang Xueming closely.

Zhang Xueming walked to the stairs and knocked on the wooden handrail with a stick. After a pause, he ordered, "Put your sword back in its sheath and switch to a hidden weapon."

After thinking for a while, she took off the pouch from her waist, took out a wax pill from it, pinched open the wax shell, and handed the small black pill inside: "Take it, it's for deworming, just in case."

Gong Yuanzheng had already sheathed his sword, without the gold-wire protective gloves on. His slender fingers carefully avoided the sharp edge of the hidden weapon and grasped the center point. He didn't respond when he heard it, but leaned down and took the medicine from her palm, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

Zhang Xueming was both angry and amused: "Ayuan, focus and be serious."

Gong Yuanzheng's face turned red, but he still pretended nothing happened and raised the hidden weapon in his hand towards Zhang Xueming: "Got it, let's go."

After being blessed by the "protagonist" Gong Yuanzheng for nearly an hour, Zhang Xueming's spiritual consciousness was much more stable and smoother than before, making this operation much easier.

In return, whenever he came across someone lying on the stairs, if he was sure that they were unable to resist, he would leave them alone; if he came across someone pretending to be dead in order to lure someone over for a sneak attack, Zhang Xueming would say, "A Yuan, give him a shot!"

Gong Yuanzheng immediately flipped his hand and fired a hidden weapon at the opponent, paralyzing his entire body within three seconds, so that he couldn't even bite his tongue to commit suicide.

There were only a dozen people lying on the north corridor of the second floor, but there were quite a few people who had adapted to the severe pain and were ready to fight to the death. This showed how cruel Wufeng's previous training was.

Gong Yuanzheng knocked down five thin young men in a row, and was waiting for Zhang Xueming's next order with great interest. However, he saw that Zhang Xueming's hands holding the stick suddenly made two completely different movements in two different directions at the same time: the iron stick in his left hand swept horizontally, and the iron stick in his right hand slipped out of his hand and stabbed upwards!

The sounds of a heavy object crushing bones and a sharp weapon piercing a human body rang out at the same time, followed by two suppressed groans.

Afterwards, Jackdaw Qi, who had just thrown off the hand that was pressing on him and jumped up with the intention of holding Zhang Xueming hostage, had his left shoulder bone broken by a stick and fell to the ground; Jackdaw Si, who was climbing on the roof beam and preparing to pounce on Gong Yuanzheng, fell down with the iron stick piercing his chest. The iron stick hit the ground earlier than his body, and the huge thrust caused the iron stick to go through his chest.

Zhang Xueming reached out his hand and swung the stick. The snake scale design on the stick took effect at this time. The blood beads fell to the ground, and the stick was clean again.

From the initial attack to the final attack, it took only three seconds.

So fast that it’s hard to react.

A drop of blood splashed onto her mask, leaving a bloodstain between her brows, as if an eye representing evil wanted to open. Through the downward-curved eyeholes of the mask, Gong Yuanzheng could clearly see that her eyes were as calm as water at this moment, with a kind of superior indifference.

Unexpectedly, Gong Yuanzheng's heart was once again overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of catching a glimpse of Zhang Xueming's unknown side. His breathing became rapid, and the strange restlessness in his heart made his eyes watery and wet.

He viciously fired three hidden weapons at each of the two jackdaws. Even though he knew it was inappropriate, he still couldn't help but get close to Zhang Xueming.

He didn't know how to express his emotions at the moment, so he could only look at her anxiously: "Zhao Zhao..."