When Shura saw three awkward-looking purifiers and a long sword shaped like a syringe appear in front of him, he suddenly shivered, and then began to struggle fiercely.

He could see that the three purifiers should all have fifth-level strength, but at this time, they could only sense a faint amount of telekinesis from them, and in that strangely shaped long sword, there was a huge amount of telekinesis.

It only took him a moment of thought to understand how the three of them must have poured all their mental power into the long sword, and although he didn't know how they did it, he really felt the threat of death from the sword.

So he could no longer calm down and tried to flee like crazy.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, the six purifiers holding the chains shouted again, firmly controlling Shura in place.

The three purifiers handed their swords to one of the strongest purifiers, and then went down to receive healing from a distance with the support of the other purifiers.

The purifier who got the sword glanced at the "long sword" in his hand with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice as he slowly walked towards Shura:

"Shu is not a stupid level 6 infected person like you, where did you come from, and what is your purpose?"

Shura didn't respond, and the whole person looked like a lifeless dry bone.

"Boss, don't tell him so much, we can't hold it anymore."

The six purifiers who controlled Shura shouted in unison again, and the muscles in their arms were raised, struggling to stabilize the chains in their hands.

Hearing this, the man holding the long sword glanced helplessly at Shura, who was secretly struggling in front of him, and sighed silently.

It's really not worth it to catch an iron-clad level 6 infected, but I can't get any information...

The man raised the long sword in his hand and aimed it at Shura's head and stabbed it.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream came from not far away.

The man's heart was cold, he could hear that the scream came from his own teammates, between the lightning and flint, the chill in his eyes was even better, and the speed of the long sword in his hand was a little faster.

However, Shura's movements were faster than him, and he suddenly turned his head a little more relaxed the moment the tip of the sword landed in front of his head, so the tip of the sword stabbed his cervical vertebrae, and a huge amount of mental power poured madly into his body from the tip of the sword.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a head rose into the sky and let out a terrible scream.

In the next second, a figure caught Shura's head in mid-air and fled quickly into the distance.

"Don't chase!"

The sword-wielding man let out a loud shout, his face pale, stopping the purifiers who wanted to catch up. He knew that they had no chance, and their advantage was a positional battle with multiple people, and once they fell into the rhythm of pursuit, it was equivalent to giving the infected a head.

"Boss, the fifth is dead."

A purifier carrying a medical kit came to the man's side and said in a sad tone.

The man nodded, his eyes full of hatred as he looked in the direction of the figure's escape.

"This matter can't just be over, inform Captain Nie to increase the intensity of investigation, the infected person is already seriously injured, if you want to heal your injuries, you must start killing, the movement will definitely not be small, and it is not so easy to hide."

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and turned around and went to the dead old five.

......

When Shura woke up, he found himself in an open, closed hall surrounded by only a few torches.

"Who are you?"

Just as his mind was a little dazed, a voice came straight to his head through his eardrums.

Advanced Infected?!

He was shocked, and then realized that he only had a head left.

Yes, the situation was critical at that time, and it was I who took the initiative to give up my body, and then what happened? ...

For a moment, he fell into a daze again.

In the fog, he heard some sporadic words again.

“... The injury is too severe... Take him to... Nutrition..."

Immediately afterward, he fell into a coma again.

I don't know how long it took, Shura woke up again, and although he still only had a head, his consciousness was already a lot clearer.

The dim candle flame beside him made him quickly notice the figure in front of him shrouded in black robes.

"Who are you? Did you save me? ”

He asked, struggling to open his mouth.

Hearing this, the figure walked two steps, and a pale and thin face appeared in front of Shura.

Lan Xing's emotionless eyes looked directly at Shura, and slowly asked:

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are? Why did you come to Shudu, why did you provoke those purifiers in the Shudu branch? ”

Shura paused for a moment, Lan Xing's emotionless eyes and flat tone made him feel that he was being despised so he subconsciously wanted to be angry.

However, before he could roar, Lan Xing raised his right hand without fireworks, and under the light of the candle flame, a finger bone as white as jade gently pointed on his forehead.

"Three seconds, if you don't say anything, you'll die."

Shura paused for a moment, and after feeling more and more thoughts converging on his forehead, he decisively left behind unnecessary face and self-esteem, and said in a hurried tone:

"My name is Shura, and I came to President Jia on the orders of my master."

Hearing this, Lan Xing asked again:

"Who is the master of your house?"

Shura looked at Lan Xing's calm and cold face, roared wildly in his heart, but said honestly:

"The master of my family is the president of the Nordic Jishi Association, Lord Crazy Tiger."

Lan Xing nodded when he heard this, Shura hurriedly wanted to say something more when he saw this, but Lan Xing didn't give him a chance, his fingers flexed slightly, and he flicked Shura's forehead with a "snap", so Shura fell into a coma again.

After a short time, Bluestar returned to the underground hall.

At this time, the huge hall was full of believers in cloth robes, and they were worshipping President Jia on the high platform.

Blue Star didn't make a sound, but hid his body in the darkness, watching and observing in silence.

After a long time, the believers left the main hall in silence and in an orderly manner under the leadership of several leaders, and only then did Lan Xing come out of the darkness, bow deeply to President Jia on the high platform, and repeat what Shura had just said.

"Oh? Crazy tiger? Why did he send someone to me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill his men? ”

President Jia couldn't hear the emotional voice coming, Lan Xing slowly lowered his head, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know."

President Jia laughed softly when he heard this:

"I'm not asking you."

"Yes."

Bluestar bowed his head again.

Chairman Jia was silent for a long time and then chuckled softly:

"That's it, you go and wake him up and bring him over, I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in our crazy tiger's gourd."

"Yes."

Bluestar bowed and left.

Before his figure disappeared into the darkness, he cast a very vague glance at President Jia on the high platform.

It seems that every time he receives a believer's bowing, his mental state will be much better?

Is this what he calls the power of the mind?