Li Zhen stood up and began to think about a possibility.

He was indeed reluctant to give up the spiritual powers of the Sixth Saint - if he hadn't been immune to the Destroyer for some reason, he would have ended up dead by now.

And the person in front of him has been struggling to support, perhaps also wanting to see himself die first, and then die contentedly. Unfortunately, his wish will never come true.

In this situation, Li Zhen couldn't help but open his mouth after all: "You should be in pain now." If you can't hold on, give up. I know what you're waiting for...... Unfortunately, you're going to be disappointed. I was shot sixteen last night, and with your two shots, that's eighteen. But I'm standing here right now—you should know that the Destroyer doesn't work for me. ”

Tang Qiye suddenly let out a wail. It's just that the voice is faint, and it sounds like a dying throe.

Li Zhen cautiously took two steps back, widening the distance between the two sides.

Maybe this one has a trick up his sleeve?

He guessed. And guessed it right.

The other party's body suddenly disappeared without a trace. Li Zhen glanced at his watch - the red dot was still there. He didn't die.

And the location of the red dot ...... It seems to be at your own feet.

The next moment, he suddenly felt the air around him become viscous. It's like you've been soaked in deep water – you can inhale a full amount of gas with every puff, but your body is still craving more air.

Or rather, in the craving for more oxygen.

This meant that there was almost no oxygen in the air he inhaled into his lungs, but something else.

He realized...... Tang Qiye planned to die together. He had completely vaporized himself - poured into Li Zhen's lungs.

What does it feel like to suck a big living person into your body alive? No one has ever experienced it. However, as the first time in human history to experience this feeling, Li Zhen. He himself was not alarmed.

After a moment's stupor, he immediately stepped into a bush in the backyard - not forgetting to pick up the equipment on the ground.

But the gas made of the human body enveloped him tightly, climbing his head like an invisible tentacle monster.

It's actually very easy to get rid of this guy - just go to the speed of sound again. But Li Zhen preferred to endure the pain of suffocation, and jumped into the bushes and found a secret place to lie down, as if he was planning to find his ultimate home.

What he had been thinking about before might be - if he sucked this guy into his body, would he be able to gain his psionic energy?

But the thought of sucking a living person makes him feel disgusting, and he has never made up his mind.

Who would have thought that the other party would have the same thoughts as him?

Tang Qiye planned to suffocate him alive at the cost of his own body.

This process is more painful and lengthy than "suffocation" because the gas is sucked into the lungs. The alveoli absorb those terrible gases and are intent on breaking them down and picking up useful things to transport them into the bloodstream.

However, in the process, those parts that were out of the control of Tang Qiye's will were solidified.

As a result, countless alveoli, capillaries, and somatic cells were stretched out from the inside, and a large number of body components from another person were filled in Li Zhen's somatic cells. and brutally stripped and torn his tissues from the deepest layers of glass—something that even the most skilled executioner could not.

At first, it was the most intense pain, itching. Then there is the feeling of exploding swelling and suffocation.

Li Zhen felt that he had already entered the house in terms of enduring pain, but it was only now that it became clear that Tang Qiye had the ability to make him feel even more terrible torture - his chest had begun to bulge high, like a bird's keel bulging.

That's why he chose to hide from the bushes - if he really can't survive and goes into suspended animation. At least not to be discovered.

Pain comes quickly. It also went quickly. Because even the nerves are destroyed. Only the consciousness in the mind is still sober. However, there is no way to direct a completely necrotic lung to continue to "breathe" or something like that.

Li Zhen barely glanced at his deformed chest, and pulled up a mass of branches and leaves next to him to hide himself better-

fell into a coma at the Chen level.

Or rather, fake animation.

The flames are still burning. There was a slight noise in the bushes. It was like something was cracking and wriggling. This process lasted about five hours, until the fire on the house had weakened and the black smoke had ceased to be so thick, when a hand came out of the bushes.

Then, Li Zhen jumped up.

The state couldn't be better.

That's almost an entire torso of nutrients for him to reassemble his body. And during the five hours of suspended animation, the mind enters a state of more stability than deep sleep—even for Taoist meditation.

But he was still careful to feel his physical condition. So far, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it - the genetic collapse that Mr. Zhou feared has not happened, but he has made up his mind not to do such a risky move for some time to come. Because there is always a degree to everything, and besides, you can't chew it if you are greedy.

More psionic energy is not always better, being able to master a limited number of them and master them is enough to protect against enemies.

Li Zhen tried it for a while.

With Tang Qiye's warning in front of him, he didn't dare to boldly vaporize himself completely, but only experienced the feeling of his left arm entering that state.

It's amazing - even the clothes are vaporized together.

It's unbelievable, and it's precisely because of this that this ability can be called psionic energy.

You can still feel your arms, but they spread out. Everything slowed down, and the resistance of the air became greater than that of water, as if the movement would be blown away as soon as it was fast. But the truth is that his arms are still very strong. Li Zhen carefully waved his right hand lightly in the range of his left arm—only to feel a chill, and after the arm left, those wonderful gases quickly gathered into a ball.

However, the flaws are also obvious. If you blow it away with a violent current, as you did before, or if suddenly there is a wall that separates the gases completely, it will be troublesome to combine them in one place.

Because after all, there is still clothing to vaporize with. Tang Qiye's screams before may have come from the separation of limbs on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was also because the gas composed of clothes seeped into the torso.

He glanced at the bushes—clumps of small pieces of cloth of different colors scattered on the ground, seemingly squeezed out of his body.

Li Zhen glanced at his watch.

Sun Jingtang still has more than 30 hours left.

The Sixth Saint died, and presumably he would not have stayed at home again.

But Li Zhen will not be stupid enough to run to the opponent's home field alone and let a vote of strange people surround him.

He wouldn't touch Sun Jingtang for more than thirty hours, but he wouldn't mind putting a little more pressure on the other party to make his determination clear to him and those who were still watching.

After all, the enemy has already come in two waves.

Etiquette and exchange are the etiquette norms that Chinese know about the Tao.

So he spent an hour packing up his gear and stepping out of the cleared area for a good meal. Several people had been walking around him from afar—black, thin, and looking like locals. This is the proper meaning, and Li Zhen doesn't want to pay attention to it. It's easy to get rid of them anyway.

But the guys seemed to be getting bolder—when Li Zhen finished eating and started drinking tea, the three men who followed him entered the restaurant as if nothing had happened, and sat at a table diagonally across from him, each ordering a glass of water.

Li Zhen still didn't plan to deal with them, but the other party's undisguised eyes made him quite unpleasant - no one wanted to be stared at by strangers all the time while eating.

He let out a sigh of resignation, got up and walked over to the table.

The three of them knew that they should cover it up - they turned their heads in an instant, drank water and chatted. But Li Zhen didn't talk nonsense, just stood a step away when they pressed their hands to their waists and said, "Go back and tell Sun Jingtang that you don't need to follow me." Not only will I not leave, but I will have to go to him in a moment. ”

The three of them were slightly stunned, and then realized that it was useless to continue to disguise. So he stood up with a gloomy face and quickly disappeared into the crowd outside the store. The reaction of these people made Li Zhen frown slightly.

They don't have a lot of guts, but they have poor tracking skills, and they don't seem to be professionals, but mercenaries or something. That kind of people always feel that only the guns in their hands are the capital of their lives, and the abilities of the capable are fancy things, far less reliable than metal and gunpowder.

It seems that Teng Anhui is right, if the people under Sun Jingtang are all of this kind - it can indeed be called a small army. But their opponent is themselves......

Institutions like the Secret Service are originally designed to conduct special operations. Li Zhen knows the details such as assassination lurking, but he doesn't have the opportunity to practice.

Today is clearly a good day – a good day to show what you do best.

Li Zhen turned around and walked back to his desk and glanced at the waiter who passed by.

The small waiter was slightly stunned by him, and quickly sped a few steps away.

Because she thought that the man's eyes were terrible—flashing with a cruel and mysterious yellowish light, with an inexplicable evil aura.

Li Zhen sat in this restaurant and ate all afternoon's food—and at the end of the day, almost every waiter looked at him with incredulous eyes, completely unable to understand how a human could hold so much food.

In the blink of an eye, it was 8:30 p.m., it was dark, and there were bright lights on the side of the street. Li Zhen picked up a bag he was carrying with him and strode into the flow of people.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people kill people and oversell goods.

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I was startled when I read the book review area, and Comrade Sanyu was swiping the screen...... (To be continued.) )