Since it's all fake, he's still afraid of a fart?

No matter what happened, he was not surprised by anything.

He would rather believe that the world is fake, that he is not a real person, and that there are incredible things that he dare not face and accept.

"It's simple." Uncle Chang said.

After he finished speaking, one hand was pulled to his waist, and he took out a revolver pistol from behind, handed it to Cheng Yixing, and tilted his chin left and right, signaling the man in black who was holding Cheng Yixing to let go.

The man in black quickly loosened his grip on Cheng Yixing and stood respectfully behind Uncle Chang.

And Cheng Yixing, who had just been freed, couldn't care about the effort to escape, and looked down at the revolver that Uncle Chang handed him in front of, and couldn't help but twist his eyebrows.

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"What do you mean by that?" He asked warily.

He also wanted to grab the gun and give the other party a counter-kill, but at the same time, he was worried that there was no bullet in the gun.

There are so many people on the other side, and he alone is not sure that he can restrain so many of them at once.

"My own people, my Uncle Chang will give you a chance to join us and become your own person now, take this gun, and go to the third floor to wait for orders." Uncle Chang said.

"Uncle Chang? Third floor? Waiting for orders? Although Cheng Xiaoran was suspicious, he still reached out and took the revolver in Uncle Chang's hand.

"There's only one bullet in there, don't even think about resisting." Uncle Chang added two more sentences after he took the pistol.

Cheng Yixing stared at him for a few seconds, and then looked at the five big men standing behind him with gold AK47.

Wu was dignified, slowly raised his feet, and stepped back step by step, not daring to leave his back to Uncle Chang and the others.

When he retreated to the staircase, he saw that Uncle Chang and the others were just standing in place and saluting him, and had no intention of shooting him, so he turned around and rushed upstairs with his legs.

The door to the second floor is closed.

When rushing to the second floor, Cheng Yixing couldn't help but stop, looked left and right, and there was no one next to him, so he reached out and tried to push the door, but failed to push, and tried to put his ear on the door, wanting to listen carefully to the movement inside.

He didn't know what kind of material the door and walls of the castle were made of, but he couldn't hear a sound.

I had to give up.

Quietly walked down the corridor in the direction of the staircase where the third floor was located.

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There was no trace of a living person along the way, and Cheng Yixing went up to the third floor smoothly.

Pushing open the door of the hall on the third floor, he saw that there was a swimming pool inside.

There were several big men wearing diving goggles and wetsuits standing in the pool.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the big men raised their heads one after another, took out their pistols from behind, pulled the safety bolt of the pistol in unison, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at him.

"Hey, your own people, your own people, don't shoot! Uncle Chang asked me to come up and wait for the order! Cheng Yixing smiled wryly.

His hands were raised unconsciously, and he made a gesture of surrender to them.

When those people heard his words, they couldn't help but turn their heads and look at each other, and finally covered one of their ears one by one, as if they had earphones wrapped around their ears, and someone in the earphones gave them some orders.

In the end, they put down their pistols, ignored Cheng Yixing, and really regarded Cheng Yixing as their own.