Liu Zhi's special car, between the front and rear seats is separated by a thick layer of translucent tempered glass, can only look forward from the back, the driver can not see the people behind, the rear image is played with the rear holographic monitor, the sound insulation effect is very good. ⊕ Eight ⊕ Eight ⊕ Read ⊕ Books, ◇o≮

At this time, as soon as Liu Zhi got into the car, the whole person was like being pulled out of the bone, he put down the rear seat softly, first covered his eyes with an eye mask, and then put a wet towel on his forehead, pressed his temples with both hands, and gasped for breath.

Transcendents are very strong creatures, but also very fragile.

Strength comes from their bodies that have been strengthened by spiritual power.

And vulnerability, too, is because of this.

Spirituality is a kind of 'energy' that originates from emotions and acts on matter.

This 'energy' can change reality in a way that cannot be explained by existing physical theories, but can be cognitively presented.

The reason why transcendents are fragile is because their bodies sometimes can't perfectly accommodate this energy.

It's like an environment that has formed an entire ecosystem and can't accept an invasive species in a short period of time.

If it is a limited spiritual power, then the transcendents can still adapt as much as possible, and even make great use of it.

However, if the growth rate of spiritual energy exceeds the speed at which the bodies of the transcendents adapt, then it will bring a huge burden on the bodies and minds of the transcendents.

Liu Zhi, who is on the verge of 'demonization', is at such a stage.

He could clearly feel that his body was beginning to undergo some changes that he could not understand, and although they did not manifest themselves on the surface of his body, they could be clearly felt when he breathed, when he moved, and even when he opened his eyes.

He knows that he is 'changing'.

But he also knows that demonization is not hopeless.

Otherwise, what will humans do to deal with those demons that have become more powerful and weirder?

However, 'knowing' and 'doing' are always two different things.

Even if Liu Zhi knew very well that if he could survive this hurdle and maintain 'his' will all the time, then he would be able to completely get out of this chaotic state and even become wiser and stronger.

But the abnormality of his body, the strange eyes of others, and the psychological torture he endured day and night made him more vulnerable than a young child.

It would have been better if we had let him fight, let him get hurt, let him vent a little, and have a limited amount of irritability.

The only thing that makes him lonely is waiting.

In the quiet emptiness, I felt the change in my body.

Only by blindfolding his eyes, plugging his ears with earplugs, and turning off all aspects of himself that are different from others, can he feel the darkness and silence like a normal person.

It is difficult to say whether it is a reward or a punishment.

In the meantime, it is warm and bittersweet, and only people know it.

In a rare silence, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate.

Liu Zhi immediately got up from the seat of the car and looked through it.

There are only a few numbers in his mobile phone, and no letter will be a trivial matter.

The information on your phone is simple.

Liu Zhi gritted his teeth and smashed the towel on the bulletproof glass with a snap, revealing tiny cracks on it. ∵ eight ∵ eight ∵ read ∵ books, ↗ ▲o

Transcendents close to the line are always extremely irritable.

The driver of the car was so accustomed to it that he didn't even shake his hands.

After a few sharp gasps, Liu Zhi patted his face and tried to calm himself down.

I glanced at the prefix symbol at the beginning, and it was a message from the sub-bureau.

As for why he sent a message to Liu Zhi, the reason is also very simple.

Liu Zhi silently closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly, the pupils of a pair of eyes constricted, first revealing a little bloodshot, and then forcibly suppressed by some force, the ink-like color clinging to the whites of his eyes, turning his eyes completely black.

As Liu Zhi opened his eyes, countless memories swirled in mid-air like flying pieces of paper, but he could always use countless 'coincidences' to pick out the memories related to the information he hoped to obtain, and connect them with some kind of black thread to connect cause and effect.

By the time he closed his eyes, it was three seconds later.

Liu Zhi took a deep breath, didn't open his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and with his strong body memory, he swiped a few pages and accurately clicked on the fixed phone of the sub-bureau.

"Toot"

"Toot"

"Hello? I'm Liu Zhi. ”

"Well, yes, let He Chiye and his group go over and clean up the mess."

"Huh? There is no need to send more people, and there is no need for the transcendents of other groups, and by the way, the fire and experimental groups are also called. ”

"Target?"

"The goal should be almost over."

In the habitual promise of the secretary of the bureau on the other side of the phone, 'I don't quite understand why you say that, but it should be no problem to follow along', Liu Zhi finished everything that should be ordered, and then quietly straightened up from the back of the back seat.

The gaze was slightly distracted.

stared blankly at the crack on the partition glass that was smashed by the towel.

Bang.

He suddenly punched himself in the face.

The sound is like a hammer and a muffled drum.

There was only a slight bluish on the cheeks.

Liu Zhi looked at the crack in the glass, touched his face again, and suddenly laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"That's right, I'm not human anymore."

There was an indescribable vicissitudes in the voice.

"Be louder."

Han Baiyi's eyes were cold, holding Nan Zhaowen's face with one hand, and pointing into a knife against his upper left in the middle of his body with the other, pointing straight at his heart.

Fingertips squeezed into his skin, almost piercing his sternum and pressing against his heart.

You can even feel your heart pounding.

Nan Zhaowen looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

'How so? How can it be! And not all the power he showed that night?! ’

'Impossible! I'm already half-demon! It is a noble spirit who has experienced an apocalypse! How could he surpass me so much! ’

'Could it be that he was already a demon?!' ’

Thinking of this, Nan Zhaowen suddenly looked at Han Baiyi's eyes with a frightened face.

only to find that although his eyes were full of coldness, they were still black and white.

'No, he's not a demon yet!' ’

I still have a chance. ’

Thinking of his noble status as a half-demon, Nan Zhaowen's whole body seemed to be as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and under this wave of extremely fierce emotions, the chaotic spirit suddenly burst out like a fountain, and the surface of his body was faintly bloody.

With the explosion of spiritual power, Nan Zhaowen's physical ability also expanded, grabbing Han Baiyi's hand on his face with one hand, holding his fingertips with the other, and his arms grew violently, as if he had gained forty kilograms of muscle in an instant, and the muscles exposed the skin against the blood vessels filled with surging blood, showing green tendons.

Nan Zhaowen's heart was extremely confident.

Just human!

How could it be compared to a powerful and noble demon!

Drink!!

Pull your hands hard.

Open!

Although Nan Zhaowen was gagged, he still roared fiercely in his heart.

However, the five fingers that Han Baiyi held his cheek were as if steel was cast in iron, motionless.

Crunch.

The five fingers sink deeper into the bones a few points deeper.

Nan Zhaowen was a little stunned by the pain of broken facial bones.

Then his gaze shifted from Han Baiyi to the two burdens beside him.

Hum!

Barbarians can only compete with Euler, and the true noble strength lies in wisdom.

As the thought turned, several thin lines that were difficult to detect with the naked eye climbed in the direction of Yang Xiaoyu and Li Yuelu.

Thorn -

Before the thin line could climb out five centimeters, a white jade short knife that came out of nowhere was held in Han Baiyi's hand, and the thin line broke together.

Nan Zhaowen suddenly stagnated again.

As if sensing the perverted threat in front of him, Han Baiyi also knew that his home was not suitable as a battlefield, so he grabbed Nan Zhaowen's one-handed hand, and his swollen body flew out from the twenty-sixth floor with a fluttering white skirt.

The wind in his ears was violent, but Nan Zhaowen was not relieved that his face bones were saved.

Because he couldn't breathe.

The entire part below the nasal bone was pinched into a real sharp-beaked monkey gills by Han Baiyi with a one-handed grip force plastic surgery, and the sides of the cheeks seemed to be smashed with a heavy hammer.

For him, though, it wasn't fatal, as the thin threads of his will twisted rapidly, hooking flesh and bone within his body, reasserting his facial and nasal bones.

Took a deep breath.

Tension –

Two thin lines stretched out from his feet and hooked up on the balcony of one floor, stopping his body in mid-air in an instant.

The strengthened body and balance of the spirit made him master his body under the pressure of huge inertia with a somersault, his feet rubbed against the ground and slowed down between the fluttering white skirts, his body arched forward, and his palms pressed to the ground.

"Bastard! There's a kind of you coming down! ”

Nan Zhaowen first spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then roared at Han Baiyi with a sly smile on his face.

Then Han Baiyi came down.

With a bang, a figure almost brought a wave of white air in mid-air, and the huge inertia brought by the mass and huge leg strength made Han Baiyi jump out in one step, and flashed in the air at an ultra-high speed of more than half a speed, and a violent roar faintly sounded in his ears.

Before Nan Zhaowen could react, a kick that flew from mid-air stepped on a twisted old face that he had just repaired.

However, Nan Zhaowen is not an easy role as a half-demon, and he can still capture Han Baiyi's figure at such a high speed, and he turns sideways in a moment, letting Han Baiyi pass by him.

But a kick under such inertia, even if it was just a rubbing, made Nan Zhaowen's chin and palate instantly misaligned, the entire chin and cheeks were distorted one hundred and twenty degrees, and the face and neck muscles were torn extensively, and the blood flowed as if the faucet had been smashed, splashing all over the ground.

Nan Zhaowen repeated the old technique, using thin threads to connect muscles and bones.

Then without saying a word, he turned around and ran.

Han Baiyi was silent and swung his knife down, and slashed Nan Zhaowen into two sections with a pop.

But the moment the knife fell, Han Baiyi sensed the problem.

It's too light.

The spirit eyes swept away, and in front of him was just a body woven with countless thin threads, and just swinging the knife had already made him lose power in an instant, and he fell to the ground softly.

Han Baiyi's pair of spiritual eyes swept around, but he didn't see a figure.

His ears moved slightly, and Han Baiyi suddenly lowered his head.

Thorn -

A thin line slashed through the air overhead, and several thin hairs fell.

The thin lines are sharp.

But Han Baiyi, who had already experienced countless lives and deaths in the world of wolves, didn't even blink his eyes, spun around with one hand and kicked back, smashing Nan Zhaowen into the air with a bang, and then holding the knife in his backhand, his body quickly turned around with the inertia of the backkick, and the fluttering figure in the white skirt behind him leaned back on an iron plate bridge, and his long curly hair was shaved when he landed.

The left side of the head was smooth and slippery, and the curls were sprinkled on the ground, leaving a deep blood mark on the side of the forehead.

The jade knife was as clean as ever, leaving no trace of blood.

The women's dress boss in a white dress suddenly covered his sunken chest and lay on the ground, holding the left half of his yin and yang head, looking at Han Baiyi with blood-red eyes.

Han Baiyi picked up the short knife at this time, and slowly opened his big white eyes to look at him.

"Nan Zhaowen, right? I know you in women's clothes, too. ”

"I don't care why you want to kill me, I don't care about any garbage between you and He Wenyue, and I don't care when your sternum can be sewn up with those broken threads, because I will kick it off a few times if you sew it a few times."

Nan Zhaowen's action of sewing the sternum suddenly froze.

Han Baiyi's tone was very flat,

"Now, put your ears up, I'm going to ask you some other questions, and I'll answer them."

"If you answer, I'll give you a good time."

"If you can't answer, I'll chop you up and let you play and watch it."

As he spoke, Han Baiyi reached out to straighten his chin and clicked it on.

Nan Zhaowen was stunned, and then smiled disdainfully in his heart.

has experienced countless spiritual and demonic tortures, and his iron bones are as strong as him

"Ahh

The knife flashed, and the two halves flew away.

Han Baiyi's expression was indifferent, as if he had returned to the time when he was face-to-face with Xian Ichiro.

"This is my sincerity."

"I asked, you answered, understood?"

Nan Zhaowen looked stubborn and continued to keep his head down and remain silent.

Han Baiyi said to himself:

"Now for the first question."

"Demonization, what is it?" 11