He could also see that the defeat in the hands of Broken Cocoon was not because he was incompetent, but because Broken Cocoon had prepared at home and set up traps and traps for them.

Even if the director of the Secret Service Tong was in the middle of the mud, Shangguan Zhuji still wanted to wait for his son's illness to improve a little before killing the cocoon, otherwise, if this incident became a hurdle in his life that he could not overcome, then there would be no hope of becoming a great magician.

His son was seriously injured, and it could only depend on the will of God to become a senior magician, so he no longer had much hope of breaking away from the family.

There is only one thing a person can do without hope......

Destroy!!!

Zhang Mingming was originally part of the psychological defense line to crack down on the cocoon, but he was not taken to heart by Shangguan Yue at that time, so he directly took action against the cocoon.

And now, since it was a chance encounter, this can be regarded as providence.

Seeing Shangguan Zhuji's gloomy gaze, Zhang Mingming obviously felt that something was wrong.

Psychosis – the word immediately came to his mind.

If he hadn't been hurt, he wouldn't have taken it seriously, even if it was a few mental illnesses. However, even if he is injured, he still does not take a mental illness in his eyes.

Although a junior magician doesn't have much energy, it's still very simple to deal with someone with brain problems.

For example, as long as Zhang Mingming lifts the quilt, several pigeons will fly out.

For example, as long as his left hand is pulled in the quilt, six glass balls will pop out of the shoes next to the bed, and they are very powerful.

Like what......

However, all this is useless.

Because, Shangguan Zhuji is a high-level magician, at least a pseudo-high-level magician.

Even if it's just a pseudo-senior magician, it's far from something that a junior or quasi-senior magician can fight against.

Of course, the "perversion" of breaking the cocoon is an exception.

As soon as Shangguan Zhuji entered the door, he used mind reading to learn all the thoughts in Zhang Mingming's mind, although Zhang Mingming's small actions did not mean anything to him, he still didn't want to have any more accidents.

An accident that broke the cocoon had already made the Shangguan family lose face, even if it was impossible for this matter to get out.

Shangguan Zhuji can use the "Qianjin Chuitang" to hypnotize Zhang Mingming, so that there will be no accident, he didn't do it because he wanted Zhang Mingming to die in inexplicable fear.

The multi-force blunt sensing control technique is very extensive among the cultivators of the Shangguan family, and there are less than ten people who can cultivate to a higher level.

Of course, Shangguan Zhu's plans will also be, but it is only the lowest level of multi-compulsion blunt sense control technique, which is enough to deal with Zhang Mingming.

When Zhang Mingming was still thinking about which magic trick to use to scare off this mentally ill person, he already found that he couldn't speak and couldn't move his limbs.

"I'm rubbing, senior magician, when did Lao Tzu be so lucky to have a senior magician to deal with me?" his mind was still very active, and his eyes were still dripping.

There was no fear, but a hint of excitement.

When he felt the heat on the bed and the temperature getting higher and higher, his excited eyes finally became a little nervous, and even the faint shivering began to become dull.

There was no smoke and no flames. But Zhang Mingming clearly felt that there was a fire on the bed.

Invisible flames began to scorch his clothes, burning his skin through them.

It's hot.

It hurts.

Sweat flowed from Zhang Mingming's face and also oozing from his back.

Like rain!

His face began to distort, deform, and twitch.

He saw that Shangguan Zhuji's eyes were still gloomy, but there was obviously a kind of fanaticism, or hysterical excitement.

The temperature in the ward has risen significantly, and the air burned and distorted by the heat can be seen with the naked eye.

Zhang Mingming could clearly feel that except for his right arm and right leg covered in plaster, other places below the buttocks may have begun to blister, seep water, peel, and then burn black.

The sudden rise in heat caused the air to form a hot wind, blowing the rudimentary zippered curtains.

The bracket at the bottom of the curtain frequently taps the glass to make an annoying sound.

The one watching TV turned his head.

The sleepers also woke up.

They didn't feel anything strange in the ward, only saw the somewhat indifferent back of a middle-aged man, holding a hot water bottle in his hand, standing in front of Zhang Mingming, motionless.

"Zhang Mingming, is this your relative?" asked one patient, and only then did he see Zhang Mingming's pale, frightened, sweaty face.

"Zhang Mingming, what's wrong with you, if you don't feel well, press the bell at the head of the bed. The patient kindly reminded.

But Zhang Mingming didn't move, he could only see his eyes constantly rolling, and he didn't know what he wanted to express.

Finally, a patient sensed Zhang Mingming's strange appearance, and reached out to press the bell at the bedside. But I found that I seemed to be dozens of years old, and my movements were extremely slow.

Then, the other two patients also felt like they were making a movie, and it was in slow motion.

At this point, anyone feels that something is wrong, but what is wrong?

Yes, I've met a ghost!

This person standing in front of Zhang Mingming's hospital bed is a ghost!

This is the truest thought in their hearts.

So, slow trembling, silent tears, frightened eyes.

Just when Zhang Mingming felt that he was about to be burned to death, in a daze, he heard a beastly wail!

Everyone in the ward can hear it, and everyone in the entire inpatient department should be able to hear it.

Of course, Shangguan's plans can be heard even more!

The wail was terrible, like the cry of mourning before death.

Before the wailing sounded, Shangguan Zhuji swept out of the ward like a ghost and ran towards Shangguan Fei's ward, hissing like a she-wolf from his mouth.

The moment Shangguan Zhuji turned around, Zhang Mingming's strength that he had accumulated for more than ten seconds exploded instantly, and he bounced up from the hospital bed at once.

It's just that the right foot with the cast was too heavy, and as soon as it bounced up, it immediately fell on the spot again.

That's right, what happened just now was less than fifteen seconds, and in these fifteen seconds, Zhang Mingming had already run back and forth from the ghost gate.

He didn't have time to check how he was roasted, grabbed the phone on the bedside table, and immediately called Zhang Liang.

While he was on the phone, he packed up his things and limped out of the ward.

Yes, he didn't dare to stay here any longer.

Of the other three in the ward, two were shouting indiscriminately, while another seventy-year-old man simply passed out and remained motionless.

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Shangguan Zhuji ignored the strange eyes of other people, and he didn't know how many people or things he knocked over, and ran into Shangguan Fei's hospital room like a fly.

He saw that the muscles on Shangguan Fei's neck turned outward, and a large amount of blood gushed out with his weak breathing, and the side of his neck was already soaked with blood.

Shangguan Fei's pupils had already spread, his eyes were fluttering, and his face was like snow.