Tong Yun didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and when he finally woke up, he only felt his ears buzzing, and his stomach was tumbling, especially the back of his head, and his head was splitting.

When I reached out and touched it, a big bag was on the back of my head.

"Awake?"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.

Tong Yun raised his head blankly, only to see a man and a woman sitting in front of him, as soon as he saw that man, he finally remembered that it was this man who injured him.

Tong Yun blurted out, "Why did you attack me?"

Wu Mian was laughed at by the other party, obviously he took the initiative to attack himself, and now he actually bites himself!?

"What's the matter? You forgot, just now I said that the Zhou armed police wanted to find you, and after you heard it, you immediately gave me a sting rain!?"

When Wu Mian said this, Tong Yun remembered what had happened.

In an instant, his face changed a little, especially when he noticed that the woman on the side was the famous Zhou Wugang, which made his pupils tremble.

Zhou Hui noticed the change in Tong Yun's expression, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Tell me, why do you want to be a cultist?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?!"

Tong Yun took a deep breath and stabilized his mind: "I'm just a patrolman, how can I make an internal response to the cultists?!"

Zhou Hui laughed when she heard this, laughed very coldly, and laughed so much that she wanted to kill: "Then you should say it well: Why can't the patrolman make an internal response to the cultists?"

Tong Yun's face changed, and he choked directly.

"Do you think you're a patrolman and can't know the investigator's family situation, so you say that you can't be a cultist?"

Looking at Zhou Hui, who was approaching step by step, and at Tong Yun, who was struggling, Wu Mian always remained silent.

It's okay to let him fight and fight with swords, after all, it's his specialty, but if you want him to interrogate, you can't talk about it at all.

"I ...... I'm injured and my brain is a little confused, can you get me a doctor first?"

Tong Yun looked at Zhou Hui and signaled that Wu Mian had injured him.

Wu Mian stared at Wu Mian directly, such a cultist, if he didn't kill the other party, he was already considered to be his fate, and he dared to make irresponsible remarks here, this human traitor, a traitor.

"Please doctor, you can tell me a word first......

Zhou Hui looked at Tong Yun and said, "Jericho Zekaku!"

"It's that simple!?"

Wu Mian looked at Tong Yun strangely, only to see that after the other party heard this, his face was stiff, his mouth was stumbling, and he couldn't speak.

"It's not that hard!"

Except for the strange pronunciation, it doesn't seem to be too difficult, why can't you say it!?

Zhou Hui glanced at Tong Yun, and turned to look at Wu Mian: "You tell me again!?"

At this time, Tong Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were crimson, and he looked like he was about to break the net with Wu Mianyu: "He is a cultist, he is a cultist......"

Wu Mian was hehe at that time, and now Tong Yun is like a mad dog, and he has begun to bite people indiscriminately, which also proves that the other party is completely panicked.

"Only by believing in gods can he break through the limitations of talent and get close to the aura, he must be a cultist, so he can advance by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time and become a martial artist......"

"I see!"

Wu Mian has never understood: why would a good person choose to betray mankind and become a cultist?

Now after hearing his words, I finally understand.

But......

On this basis, you dare to conclude that you are a cultist? This is obviously a mad dog biting people indiscriminately.

Can't I just open the golden finger!?

Tong Yun stared at Wu Mian directly, and the whole person was about to be hysterical: "If you are not a cultist, then you can repeat what she just said?"

As he spoke, Zhou Hui's gaze fell on Wu Mian.

Wu Mian was surprised, what was so difficult about this: "Jericho Zekaku!"

Maybe it's because of the breathing mantra.

Just after Wu Mian raised the breathing method to the proficiency level, his current pronunciation is more standard than Zhou Huilai.

Tong Yun stared at Wu Mian with a face full of disbelief: "You...... How did you...... Dare...... Blasphemy!?"

"Blasphemy!?"

Wu Mian was happy when he saw him like this, and in front of him, he came several times: "Jericho Zekaku, Jericho Zekaku, Jericho Zekaku, Jericho Zekaku......"

"Shut up!"

Tong Yun screamed, his breathing was short, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "Blasphemy will end up in hell......"

"MMP ......"

Wu Mian saw that he was dying, and he didn't know how to repent, so he felt angry.

is also a person who has received nine years of compulsory education, how can there be such a stupid thing, believing in the nonsense of another world.

Tong Yun saw Wu Mian's contempt, and said coldly: "What do you know? What qualifications do you have to look down on me? Do you know that you obviously have qualifications, but you can't become a martial artist because of your talent......

Wu Mian's face sank: "This is the reason why you betrayed others and killed six people!?"

Tong Yun stiffened his neck and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, hurry up and let me go......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Hui stepped forward.

Tong Yun instinctively wanted to stand up, but as soon as his figure moved, he felt that his hands and feet were weak and the world was spinning.

Wu Mian, this bastard, was too dark, and it was obviously a concussion.

Zhou Hui grabbed his shoulders and pressed him to the ground again: "Let me ask you, where did you meet them?"

"I don't know ......"

Before Tong Yun finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

As a martial artist, her hand strength is already big enough, especially when she practices firearms melee combat skills, what she practices is finger power, and when she presses it, Tong Yun feels that one steel cone after another is pierced into the flesh......

Tong Yun is also a werewolf, even if it hurts into the bone marrow, he still doesn't say a word, and he struggles to support him.

"I said, I said ......"

originally thought that the other party would have scruples and show mercy to her subordinates, but as she continued to exert herself, Tong Yun felt that her shoulder bones would be crushed by him, and once this bone was broken, his arm would be useless.

Wu Mian was hehe, he thought that the other party could be tough, but he didn't make two moves.

"If one day I am also interrogated like this to extract a confession......"

Wu Mian thought of himself, and secretly decided in his heart that even if he died in the future, he would never be a prisoner.

More than ten minutes later.

Tong Yun looked at Zhou Hui's hand still pressed on his shoulder, his face was already sauce red, and the pain was in pain: "I'm done, you can let me go, right?!"

Zhou Hui withdrew his hand, looked at Wu Mian and asked, "Do you remember what I said to you just now......?"

Wu Mian's expression moved: "There is no forgiveness for killing!?"

"Not bad!"

Zhou Hui clenched his fist and directly hit Tong Yun in the back of the head.

As an intermediate martial apprentice, Tong Yun can withstand a blow from a martial artist.

With a crisp click, Tong Yun's eyes went black and he fell into darkness forever.

Looking at the corpse that fell to the ground, bleeding from his eyes, nose and mouth, Wu Mian's heartbeat increased slightly.

He also thought that Zhou Hui would arrest Tong Yun, after all, Tong Yun had already been recruited, and there was no threat, but he didn't expect Zhou Hui to kill him directly!

But......

Thinking of the six tortured corpses, Wu Mian's heart gradually hardened, such a person deserved to die.