"To drink or not to drink?"

Zhang Xiaqiu took the test tube in his mouth and put it down again, facing this dean of the Academy of Sciences who he had never seen before, Zhang Xiaqiu couldn't talk about the word trust at all.

Who would trust someone who doesn't even know their name?

But the question now is other than believing in the masked dean, what can Zhang Xiaqiu do to turn the situation around?

At this time, the ghost-faced man who was talking to Nan Qiandie noticed that something was wrong, and Nan Qiandie's eyes kept drifting backwards, causing the ghost-faced man to turn around.

"Put it down!" After seeing the test tube in the hand of the hesitant Zhang Xiaqiu, the ghost-faced man felt a little uneasy in his heart, and flew out with a kick on the ghost-faced man's hind foot.

But he was still a step slower, and just a second before the ghost-faced man came, Zhang Xiaqiu raised his head and sent all the seven-colored liquid to his mouth.

"Spit it out for me!" The ghost-faced man who came to Zhang Xiaqiu's side in an instant punched Zhang Xiaqiu's lower abdomen.

"Bang"

A muffled sound came from Zhang Xiaqiu's stomach, but Zhang Xiaqiu's tightly closed mouth made the ghost-faced man helpless.

The ghost-faced man grabbed Zhang Xiaqiu's shirt with his hand, and his wrist transferred Zhang Xiaqiu, who weighed more than 120 pounds, and one of his head and feet fell off.

"Hurry up and spit it out for me." One after another, the ghost-faced man's fists hit Zhang Xiaqiu's lower abdomen.

Zhang Xiaqiu, who was under his head, quickly flushed his face, coupled with the powerful fist of the ghost-faced man, Zhang Xiaqiu couldn't stand the pain, and vomited bitter water in his mouth.

After the ghost-faced man saw that Zhang Xiaqiu was spitting out bitter water, he kicked Zhang Xiaqiu, who was in an upside-down state, away.

Zhang Xiaqiu was kicked six or seven meters away, and fainted after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After the ghost-faced man made sure that Zhang Xiaqiu was still breathing, he dragged Zhang Xiaqiu to Nan Qiandie's side with one hand.

"The hospital won't let you go!" Nan Qiandie seemed to be saying her last words, if she was really caught in the laboratory, then the experimental tank soaked in formalin would be her final place.

"Hospital? I'll talk about it when the hospital finds me! ”

The Ghostface didn't let go of Nan Qiandie's threat at all, like he had been in the laboratory for twelve years and still didn't know the specific address of the laboratory, why did you think the hospital could find it?

The Ghost-Faced Man's ruthless hand caused Nan Qiandie to let out a muffled snort before she passed out.

As for the remaining four people who couldn't move, the Ghost-faced man's method of dealing with them was even simpler, tying the four of them together with Yuan Shan's parents with ropes.

A barrel of gasoline poured the six people who couldn't move into a flurry, and the light from the lighter was so bright in the eyes of the ghost-faced man that this "skinny" flame was about to transform into a demon urging death.

"If there is an afterlife, remember not to be a supernatural being." The ghost-faced man said this sentence and threw the lighter out.

And Ghostface is looking forward to the birth of his work like an arsonist, but at this time, the lighter that is falling is fixed in the air!

"Spatial Adepts?" The ghost-faced man, who realized that the situation was not right, immediately became cautious.

As speed-based abilities, the ones they fear or don't want to encounter the most are space-based abilities.

The speed they are proud of is like a merry-go-round in the eyes of the space powerhouses, I want you to turn you, I don't want you to turn you, I just stay honest!

"Zhang Xiaqiu, this is what you did? But aren't you obviously a spiritual one? The weak black tiger questioned when he saw Zhang Xiaqiu standing upright.

"Good boy, so you've been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" The appearance of the ghost face gritting his teeth made everyone worry about Zhang Xiaqiu for a while, and in the face of this ghost-faced man with a lot of experience in dual-line ability combat, Zhang Xiaqiu's chances of winning were really low.

But Zhang Xiaqiu didn't seem to be able to speak, and there was no other movement except for standing there upright.

The ghost-faced man, who felt underestimated, came to Zhang Xiaqiu in the blink of an eye.

"Let you underestimate me." The Ghost-Faced Man's iron fist slammed into Zhang Xiaqiu's front door.

When he was still an inch away from his nose, Zhang Xiaqiu pulled his index finger with the thumb of his left hand.

"Imprisoned!"

A voice without any emotion shocked the ghost-faced man's heart, but what shocked him even more was that his body really couldn't move!

"Psychic attack!" The thumb continued to pull towards the middle finger, but the ghost-faced man with immunity to psychic attacks was not at all relieved of Zhang Xiaqiu's psychic attack.

"Don't you know my mask can ......" Before he could finish speaking, the torn mask on the ghost-faced man's face slapped him fiercely.

The ghost-faced man's heartbeat is now completely disordered, first he was imprisoned in place, and now the mask that he has always been proud of was actually broken because of Zhang Xiaqiu's words?

"Space, spirituality? Could it be that he is also a dual-line ability? The ghost-faced man forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and glanced up at Zhang Xiaqiu.

"Seven-colored eyes? How can you have a pair of seven-colored eyes! The ghost-faced man was really scared when he saw Zhang Xiaqiu's seven-colored eyes.

"Shut up!"

The sound of thumbs and ring fingers like the voice of a demon is constantly destroying the last line of defense in the hearts of Ghostfaces.

The ghost-faced man's mouth was completely closed because of Zhang Xiaqiu's shut-up, not only couldn't he speak, but the ghost-faced man's mouth gradually disappeared on the ghost-faced man's face as if it had degenerated!

The underside of the nose is smooth as if the mouth never appeared!

After feeling that he had disappeared, the frightened eyes of the ghost-faced man kept pleading with Zhang Xiaqiu.

"Prophecy, it's prophecy!" The Ghostface kept shouting in his heart, but he could only shout in his heart now.

When he saw the thumb plate to the little finger, the ghostface's pants were already wet, and a foul smell came from the ghostface's lower body.

The smell made Zhang Xiaqiu frown in displeasure, and at this time, the thumb finally turned to the little finger under the terrified gaze of the ghost-faced man's eyes.

"Burn!"

Without the help of any means, a single sentence of burning made the ghost-faced man spontaneously combust in front of everyone.

At the same time, because of the fact that the ghostface man was imprisoned, the ghostface could only watch the flames burning on his body continue to burn his flesh and blood.

He wants to scream! Swear! Growl! But alas, he doesn't have a mouth.

With a pair of resentful eyes, the ghost-faced man ended his life.

After seeing that the ghost-faced man had become a cloud of ashes, Gu Yang Heihu and the other four all breathed a sigh of relief, although they didn't know why Zhang Xiaqiu had so many abilities, but what they knew was that they had survived.

"Zhang Xiaqiu, thank you." Facing Zhang Xiaqiu's seven-colored eyes, Gu Yang still subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Facing Gu Yang's thanks, Zhang Xiaqiu didn't have any reaction, and at the same time, he didn't want to help Gu Yang and them loosen their ties.

The thumb of his right hand turned to his middle finger in disbelief.

"It's your turn now!"