Are you human, or are you a wolf spirit?......" Chang Feng asked again.

"Of course I'm human, you watched me grow up, and if I wasn't human, wouldn't you be able to see it?"

"It's impossible......" Chang Feng shook his head slightly, and continued to retreat, "It's all an illusion......

Lin Xiang was already about to cry: "Yes, it's all an illusion, but it's all over, Yang Yiqian is dead." Brother Feng, let's go back, don't scare me......"

Lin Xiang stepped forward and grabbed Chang Feng's hand, he grabbed her, pulled her hand in front of his eyes, and looked at it repeatedly: "What about the bracelet I gave you?"

She was stunned, and she also turned her wrist to look at it, then looked up into his eyes and said, "Maybe it fell inside when the villa caught fire just now......"

Before he finished speaking, he hugged her into his arms, and he hugged her so tightly that she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Feng, I'm almost out of breath......"

"I didn't send you a bracelet. Chang Feng said softly.

The body of the girl in her arms was obviously stiff, Chang Feng's right hand had turned into a wolf claw, and her five fingers poked straight into her heart.

"Brother Feng......" Lin Xiang groaned, and his body went limp.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing!" Su Huan on the side exclaimed and rushed towards him.

Chang Feng didn't let Su Huan get close to him, he didn't look back, raised his palm in the direction of Su Huan, and used his spiritual power to throw Su Huan's whole person away.

Chang Feng closed his eyes, he didn't hear the sound of Su Huan falling to the ground, the wind in the forest stopped flowing, and the birdsong also stopped. There was so silence that all that was left was the sound of the second hand of the clock moving.

He opened his eyes again, and as he expected, he had returned to Gong Weijun's house.

The real Gong Weijun was nowhere to be found, and the superman disguised as Gong Weijun also left while he was in an illusion.

The other party is very strong, and it is better than the fake Jing Yang. What's even worse is that he knew that it was an illusion built by the other party, but he couldn't help but fall into it.

He is a telepathic who is good at taking advantage of the weakness of his opponents, and his horror lies in his unruly and bold care, even when his life is in the hands of Chang Feng, he does not show his true face, but uses offense as defense, and builds another illusion with danger.

Looking at this person's illusion construction ability, there are no flaws in the details such as hair, and there is almost no leakage.

Who in the Spiritual Covenant can reach this level of telepathic ability?

In addition, this person was the only one in the house.

According to the way the Spirit Pact had fought Chang Feng before, if the Spirit Pact learned of his whereabouts, they would never send only one telepathic to deal with him. The other party obviously didn't stay here to kill him, so what did the other party come to do?

Chang Feng remembered that the fake Jing Yi had mentioned that there was another force in the Spirit Covenant that regarded them as friends—it was that person who secretly encrypted the genetic database of the superhuman and sent it to the Yuecheng branch.

Now, Chang Feng has to seriously consider this possibility.

Chang Feng pondered while looking around at Gong Weijun's residence.

He found Gong Weijun's personal computer in the study, but the computer's hard drive had been removed without incident. On Gong Weijun's bookcase, all the original paper records related to the fluctuations of the earth's core energy are only empty cartons.

Chang Feng reluctantly walked out of the study, and was about to leave, when he accidentally saw the fake courier note signed by Gong Weijun and thrown it on the dining table.

He immediately noticed something unusual, he took the courier slip in his hand, and saw that where he should have signed, the other party wrote a line of words:

"Leave before 12 o'clock. ”

Chang Feng looked up at the round log clock above the dining table, the long hand almost overlapping with the short hand above, pointing to "12".

It is the only clock in the house, with only hour and minute hands on it, and no second hand. But Chang Feng still heard the second hand "ticking" and moving.

Chang Feng clenched the courier order, and under the dining table, the red light caught his attention one step ahead of the explosion.

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