As for the so-called mind reading, it's just an excuse. If he really organizes it later, it is estimated that it will not be a day or two to investigate us demigods. It's really not difficult to call out our names and give Han Dong a hint.

Thinking that everything was clear to me, I opened my eyes again and it was the scene of the sacrifice.

These are all things that Han Dong has experienced, so at this moment, he is just repeating his experience all the time.

I watched it again, though I didn't know what the people in front of me were singing.

But the candles in front of you, which are burning less and less, will grow longer again as the cycle of minutes passes.

It's a memory of a few minutes, and at this moment, it's repeated from Han Dong's perspective to mine.

I know what's going on, but I don't know how to crack this so-called illusion at the moment.

I could feel something, even though the picture in front of me didn't change.

I felt my real hands being tied together, as if a binding tool was holding me tight.

I guess in reality, I've been detained by the lab staff.

I still feel that a stuffy layer of stuff is protecting me, and it seems that Han Dong's hands haven't been removed from my face at the moment.

I guess it's because I didn't move away that I'll be in the realm again.,When I'm still thinking about how to get out, the picture in front of me actually begins to dissipate.。

Han Dong let go of his hand, and my hands were locked behind my back at the moment.

Han Dong walked out of the room, and I was just about to do something, and two heavily armed men pressed my body down.

With my head on the ground, I saw the sea bound by the restraint suits of a mental hospital.

I immediately looked at the two militants beside the sea, who seemed to be ready to lift the sea up.

It's a long, long time trick that I've not used, and it's the only way I've attacked.

I looked at the two militants holding the sea, and the next moment they let go of the sea and reached out to hold their chests.

His face turned pale and he fell to the ground at the same time, his expression very painful and shrunk into a ball.

This trick is a dead trick that I rarely use, and I make the entire heart valve of the other party instantly multiply several times the size. The thick heart instantly loses the ability to beat, squeeze and contract, and the blood cannot supply the whole body, and the result can be imagined.

The two armed men lay on the ground, holding their positions motionless.

The militant behind me pulled out a dagger, put it on my neck and said, "Restore them, I know you did it." You are the god of healing, either save them or I wipe your neck. ”

I looked at the militant with a dagger around my neck, and said solemnly: "I don't have the ability to resurrect the dead, and I have countless ways to make you uncomfortable. If you've looked it up, you know what I liked to do back then, right? ”

I haven't used these tricks for a long time, and the other party was still holding my neck a second ago. The next second he opened his mouth, and his throat kept swallowing something.

It was as if something was about to crawl out of it, and the other party bent down.

I started vomiting, and I don't know if it was breakfast or lunch or something like that. Then a pair of baby-sized hands came out of his throat and began waving outside his mouth.

The hand began to grow slowly until the entire throat to the mouth was filled with a large hand. Swing your hands over your mouth, grasping whatever you can. Soon the hand in the mouth covered the nose,