In the face of death, how much trust will be left?

Deng Ya finally chose to believe in Su Heng, or rather, she believed in the man surnamed Gao more.

But after she contacted her only two companions, only one believed in her and chose to come to Su Heng, while the other one didn't believe her at all.

In this regard, even Deng Ya has no good way.

After all, even her, life and death can only be pinned on others.

The man was a man of about fifty years old, with a tired face and a look full of fear.

"Zhang Lun, a professor of biological genetics, traveled with his wife two years ago and disappeared for no reason, and his whereabouts are unknown."

When Tang Jiuge saw the other party, he directly reported his identity.

"I've seen reports of your disappearance in seven places before, and it ended up being nothing." Tang Jiu Ge continued.

"What a professor, a lost dog." Zhang Lun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Professor Zhang, rest assured, I believe that our efforts are not in vain, and sooner or later, the whole world will be proud of us." Deng Ya looked at the other party and said.

At this time, she seems to be brainwashed, but from the other direction, it is not her most self-researching, full of confidence.

Whether it's an accident or a coincidence, it's something to be proud of when you can make a spirit.

"Hopefully, it's a pity that there are only three of us left." Zhang Lun did not have Deng Ya's confidence.

And the thought of all his research being destroyed by that fire made his heart twitch.

"Three? Not necessarily. ”

Suddenly, Tang Jiu Ge shook his head and glanced at Zhang Lun meaningfully.

At this time, even Deng Ya was a little puzzled.

It's just that Tang Jiuge didn't explain anything, just explained a few sentences, and after finding a room for Zhang Lun, he left.

At night, Deng Ya lay in bed, but couldn't sleep.

She was thinking about the horrors she had before, was she really safe when she got here?

Although Zhang Lun came, the other companion didn't seem to believe her.

In this regard, she is also a little helpless.

The only hope at the moment is that Su Heng really has a way to deal with that weird and powerful spirit.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, which made Deng Ya instinctively sit up from the bed, and a flash of fear flashed in her eyes.

"Who?"

"It's me, are you resting?"

Zhang Lun's voice came from outside the door, which made Deng Ya breathe a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"No, wait a minute."

Deng Ya got up, put on a coat, and stepped forward to open the door.

"Professor Zhang, why don't you rest so late?"

"I can't sleep, I want to discuss something with you." After entering the house, Zhang Lun spoke.

"What's the matter?" Deng Ya asked suspiciously.

"How long do you think we'll be able to escape?" Zhang Lun was silent for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Don't worry, that Su Heng is the leader of the trickster team, and he has a close relationship with the Seven Divisions, so he will definitely be able to stop the spirit."

Although Deng Ya didn't have much confidence, she could only show that she believed in Su Heng.

Otherwise, even she wouldn't believe it, let alone Zhang Lun?

It's just that after hearing her words, Zhang Lun's expression was not relaxed, he shook his head and said, "Why don't you hand over that thing, the spirit is chasing and killing us all the way, isn't it just for that thing?" ”

"No way!"

Zhang Lun's words seemed to touch Deng Ya's reverse scales, and she jumped up all of a sudden, her expression a little more distorted.

"That is our last hope, and at the same time the only thing that can counterbalance the spirit, once handed over, we will surely die, and from now on, the spirit will have no limit, do you know how many deaths that will cause?

We have already made a mistake once, and we must not make it a second time. Deng Ya gritted her teeth and said.

"But if the Spirit catches up and kills us, we can still get it." Zhang Lun said.

"No, that thing has been hidden by me in an absolutely safe place, and no one will be able to find it except me." Deng Ya said confidently.

It's just that she didn't notice that with her words, Zhang Lun's expression became a little strange.

"So, if you die, no one will ever find it again?" Zhang Lun said softly.

"That's right."

Although Deng Ya felt that Zhang Lun was a little strange at the moment, and what he said seemed to curse her to death, it was undoubtedly true.

"In that case, then you can die." Zhang Lun grinned, looking weird and terrifying.

At this time, no matter how sluggish Deng Ya was, she had already realized that something was wrong, she instinctively wanted to scream loudly, hoping to attract Su Heng, but before she could speak, an illusory shadow walked out of Zhang Lun's body, and her slender hand directly grabbed her neck, making her unable to scream.

At this moment, Deng Ya's eyes widened, her expression was frightened, and she was puzzled.

She couldn't figure out how Ling could get mixed up with Zhang Lun.

Could it be that the two are in cahoots?

Or did the spirit control Zhang Lun?

Unfortunately, as the hand on her neck grew tighter and tighter, she couldn't continue to think.

The only thing that is fortunate is that it did not fall into the hands of the spirit.

Just when she thought she was going to die, a golden light flashed in front of her, and at the same time, there was a crisp voice.

"Pro!"

"Ahh

Then, Deng Ya felt that her neck was loosened, and she was finally able to breathe, and she even felt like she was alive again.

And Ling, who was still pinching her neck before, had retreated to Zhang Lun's side.

But at this time, whether it was Zhang Lun or that spirit, they were all staring at her behind her.

She turned around and saw that Tang Jiuge didn't know when he appeared at the door, and his hands were still holding a strange handprint.

There is no doubt that it was Tang Jiuge who just spoke out and saved her.

"Be careful, she's the Spirit."

Deng Ya pointed to Zhang Lun's side, the somewhat illusory figure, reminding Tang Jiuge.

"Spirit? It's like a ghost. ”

Tang Jiuge strode into the room, stopped beside Deng Ya, and looked at the so-called spirit with interest.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, his body was illusory, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see much intelligence, but there was a faint aura of resentment that kept scattering.

At this time, she and Zhang Lun next to her all looked at Tang Jiuge with vigilance.

"Did you really make this thing?"

Tang Jiuge looked at Deng Ya with some surprise, it was hard to imagine that this kind of resentment could actually be artificially created.

"To be precise, it was an accident, even a coincidence, even if it happened again, it probably wouldn't have succeeded." Deng Ya shook her head, with some regret on her face.

Especially when she looked at Zhang Lun's still conscious appearance, she had a hint of enlightenment.

"Why?" Deng Ya looked at Zhang Lun and asked.

"There is no reason, she belongs to me, only to me." Zhang Lun said.