Zhuang Zhimeng had just finished filming some of them, and some of them were so scared that they wet their pants. Zhuang Zhimeng was disgusted and didn't plan to play with them slowly anymore.

He simply walked up to them, his bleeding mouth flashing a sinister smile.

"Heh heh! You've delivered yourselves to my doorstep! How do you think I should treat you?"

"Ah! Ahhh! A ghost!"

This terrified the Japanese so much that they all fainted.

Only Zhang Shengnian's two men remained unconscious.

Zhuang Zhimeng looked over.

"No, no, no, I'll give you anything, just don't eat me!"

"I can give it to you, but you can't eat me!"

Zhuang Zhimeng, with that eerie ghost face on her face, walked straight over.

They thought ghosts were also greedy, and they still looked down on them.

Before they could even mock them, Zhuang Zhimeng took out a wooden stick from the warehouse without saying a word and knocked them unconscious.

Zhuang Zhimeng then told the two people.

"Stop talking too much nonsense! Don't you know that villains die from talking too much?"

Just as they were about to tie them all up, they heard a lot of footsteps. Zhuang Zhimeng secretly glanced at them and immediately went into the warehouse.

The troops, having pursued the three men, arrived at the scene. Seeing that everyone was unconscious and finding no one around, they assumed they had eaten something poisonous.

Picking up the map that Zhang Shengnian had dropped after he fainted, it turned out they were planning to search for treasure. Now they had a legitimate reason to do so, and they quietly led everyone away.

Zhuang Zhimeng removed her makeup in the warehouse and only came out when she felt there was no movement outside. She was in a very good mood.

"Hehe! Let's see if those little Japanese dare to come looking for treasure again! They'll be scared to death!"

Since the military has taken the people away, I don't need to think about what's appropriate to do with them!

Zhuang Zhimeng glanced at her watch and realized it was past her workday, so she hurried home.

An Qingbai has already come up the mountain to look for her. He is very worried because she hasn't come down from the mountain yet.

It wasn't until they reached the vicinity of the secret base that they saw Zhuang Zhimeng walking briskly home.

He quickly called out to her.

"Zhizhi!"

Zhuang Zhimeng immediately started running when she saw Qingbai.

"Brother Qingbai, are you here to pick me up?"

"Yes, I noticed you haven't come down from the mountain, and I was really worried about you!"

Zhuang Zhimeng smiled before telling An Qingbai.

"Brother Qingbai, let me tell you, the Japanese came looking for treasure again today! I happened to run into them, and I dressed up as a ghost and scared them half to death. They definitely won't dare to come back again!"

An Qingbai became nervous.

"Are you alright? Where are the Japanese now?"

Zhuang Zhimeng patted his hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. The Japanese must have been taken away by the army. I secretly saw a lot of people wearing green military uniforms, just like my second brother!"

An Qingbai was relieved and smiled at her.

"Heh, you dressed up as a ghost in broad daylight and scared them?"

Zhuang Zhimeng nodded vigorously.

"I just got a human skin mask in my warehouse. It's really scary. Blood is flowing from its eyes, nose, and mouth, and the skin on its face is almost transparent. Just imagine how terrifying it is!"

An Qingbai trembled involuntarily as he listened.

"It's really scary. Just imagining it is terrifying. Those Japanese are really in trouble. They'll probably be scared to death this time!"

Zhuang Zhimeng waved her hand.

"Whatever, they've run into me! They always try to steal from our country, ugh! We can't let them succeed!"

An Qingbai nodded with a smile.

"Hehe, Zhizhi is right. We can't let them take advantage of our country in any way!"

"That's right!"

Zhuang Zhimeng made the suggestion.

"Brother Qingbai, let's just have roasted chicken at the secret base for lunch! I'm too lazy to go back and cook!"

"Okay, let's roast the chicken here!"

"Brother Qingbai, do you want to eat pheasant or chicken from the warehouse?"

The chicken served at the engagement banquet was all from Zhuang Zhimeng's warehouse and hadn't been roasted yet.

An Qingbai then told Zhuang Zhimeng.

"Let's roast the chicken from your warehouse. The stir-fried chicken at the engagement party was pretty good, and roasting it shouldn't be bad either!"

"OK!"

Zhuang Zhimeng took a chicken out of the warehouse.

The chickens in the warehouse are all processed automatically; the feathers and internal organs are all removed.

Zhuang Zhimeng rubbed the seasonings onto the chicken.

Since a fire could be started at the secret base, An Qingbai went outside to find some branches and lit a fire.

Skewer the chicken with a clean, thick twig.

Place the chicken on the fire and roast it, turning it over repeatedly to ensure that each side is roasted evenly.

Zhuang Zhimeng then realized that Qingbai hadn't told his family yet.

"Brother Qingbai, is it alright for you not to eat lunch at home without telling your aunt?"

An Qingbai, flipping the chicken in his hand, answered her with a smile.

“My mother knows I came up the mountain to look for you, so she probably guessed we were together when she saw I hadn’t gone back!”

Zhuang Zhimeng asked with a smile.

"Will your aunt think I've corrupted you, that you don't even want to go home for lunch?"

An Qingbai shook his head.

"Ha, I feel like my mother would love for me not to go home for dinner, so she can save herself a meal!"

"Hehe, that's possible. If you don't eat, they can have a few more bites!"

The roasted chicken was ready, and An Qingbai handed it directly to her.

"Zhizhi, you eat first, I'll eat after you're done!"

Zhuang Zhimeng disagreed and took out a small knife from the warehouse.

"No, let's split it in half. It tastes better when we eat together. Otherwise, it's not nice for one person to eat while the other watches!"

An Qingbai smiled.

"Hehe, okay, let's eat together!"

Take the knife and cut the chicken open.

Zhuang Zhimeng then picked up half of the roast chicken and started eating.

"Brother Qingbai, roasted chicken tastes better than stir-fried chicken, right?"

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