The distance of five meters is already the limit of Zhang Tong's mental power.

The running speed of ordinary people is only ten meters per second. In other words, for these monsters, a distance of five meters is just a matter of breath.

Under such circumstances, with Zhang Tong's current mental strength, even the blade cannot kill these nearly twenty monsters instantly!

Under the sharp blade, the entire production line was stained red by splattering blood in an instant.

Amidst the ticking sound, a large amount of blood continued to drip from all sides. In the blood spurting like rain, a large number of monsters with mixed expressions of excitement and resentment drowned Zhang Tong in an instant.

The chirping sound echoed in the workshop, making people feel goosebumps all over.

The monsters that instantly submerged Zhang Tong all spit out their slender, transparent tongues and licked them crazily towards Zhang Tong.

The mucus was secreted crazily, and the strange tongues licked wildly. Even the monsters themselves were soon covered with sticky saliva.

Hidden under the production line, Mr. Wu and others were holding their breath. Their eyes were so wide at this moment, with dense bloodshot eyes covering their white eyeballs.

With frightened expressions on their faces, they could be said to have watched Zhang Tong being drowned by monsters with their own eyes!

But...how could this happen?

How could that extremely mysterious boy be so good at killing monsters?

Zhang Tong died, what would they do?

Seeing those monsters, like excited hyenas, desperately sticking out their tongues in the crowd, Mr. Wu, whose face was pale, was trembling all over.

She doesn't want to die!

She doesn't want to be killed by these monsters!

With an expression twisted in horror, Mr. Wu covered his mouth and stared at the group of hyena-like monsters.

And during this process, she suddenly discovered something was wrong.

The sharp blades were still flying up and down, like the god of death in the dark night, harvesting the lives of those monsters in a subtle way.

With a flash of the knife, either the trachea was severed or the artery was torn!

The plasma almost spurted out during the violent movements of the monsters.

The strong smell of blood was so disgusting that Mr. Wu almost vomited it out, but she held it back because she didn't dare!

She was afraid that the sound of her vomiting would attract these monsters!

With the loss of a large amount of blood, the monsters gradually lost their strength, and finally all of them collapsed in a pool of blood, twitching uncontrollably.

But even so, the slender tongue was still wriggling on the ground where the river of blood flowed.

Ripples like water waves rippled on the thick blood.

"As expected..."

At this moment, Zhang Tong's voice sounded faintly.

Mr. Wu, who was clutching Zhao Wende's cold right hand, looked in the direction of the source of the sound with a look of ecstasy.

Zhang Tong was seen sitting leisurely on an automated machine that was as tall as a person, looking at the bloody and strange scene below with cold eyes.

"Zhang Tong, are you okay?"

Seeing Zhang Tong, Brother Biao was stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Zhang Tong glanced at Brother Biao, and then a smile appeared on his face:

“Not only was it okay, but I also found some interesting things.”

With that said, Zhang Tong jumped down from the machine, carefully avoiding the reach of those long wriggling tongues when he landed.

With a wave of his hand, the sharp blade flashed past, and those tongues were easily cut off by Zhang Tong as if they were made of paper under the industrial blade as thin as cicada wings.

But even after being cut off by Zhang Tong, those tongues were still wriggling.

It's like... some kind of immortal monster!

"Zhang Tong, can we...can we come out now?"

Looking at the severed tongue that was still squirming in the pool of blood, Mr. Wu, whose face was pale with a touch of blue, asked cautiously.

Zhang Tong nodded, glanced around, and said with certainty:

"It's time to come out. At least monsters like them are almost dead."

After receiving Zhang Tong's confirmation, Mr. Wu and the three of them got out from under the production line in embarrassment.

As soon as he got out of the production line, Mr. Wu swung his round butt and trotted for a few steps. After he was far away from the hideous and terrifying scene, he squatted on the ground and vomited.

Zhao Wende held on to the production line, moved with difficulty, and breathed heavily.

And Brother Biao was even more miserable. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. He almost crawled out from under the production line while trembling all over.

Everyone was terrified!

In the bloody production line aisle, blood was spattered everywhere, and corpses were occasionally twitching in the pool of blood.

But the tongue, which had been stained red with blood, was still squirming.

Weird! Horrible! Disgusting!

"Mr. Wu, before Secretary Ma came here, did he tell you what kind of bugs were in the workshop?"

Zhang Tong looked at the wriggling tongue on the ground with flickering eyes, and he vaguely guessed something.

Those things are very vague, and a key piece of information is needed to connect them together to finally form the answer Zhang Tong wants.

Speaking of Secretary Ma, Mr. Wu's charming and charming body trembled obviously.

She didn't know where she got the strength to stop her desire to vomit, and stood up shakily.

"No...she never told me."

"I usually trust her very much, and basically I won't dig into anything."

Mr. Wu's voice was full of panic and vague confusion. She was already frightened.

At least in Zhang Tong's eyes, she was in a miserable state at this moment.

The originally delicate hair was all spread out and draped randomly on her head. She didn't know when the light makeup was gone, and there were even faint traces of saliva and vomit hanging from the corners of Mr. Wu's mouth.

This is the horror brought about by the extraordinary game, which is enough to scare a social elite to the point of mental collapse.

It is conceivable that if he were not still here, even if Mr. Wu and the others were not killed by monsters, they would probably have a mental breakdown under the shadow of despair and death!

Not getting any useful information, Zhang Tong had an obvious look of regret on his face.

He looked in the direction of Workshop No. 3, took a deep breath, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Let's go, the only choice now is to face that weird existence head-on."

"Its minions should be almost dead. Whether they are alive or dead... we will all know when we get to the warehouse."

After taking a deep look at the warehouse, Zhang Tong, surrounded by blades, bypassed the passage of the No. 3 production line and walked towards the No. 3 workshop.

Having exposed his ability, Zhang Tong simply stopped hiding it.

The thrill of the life-and-death situation made Zhang Tong realize the correct use of apprentice abilities.

Just like a magician, using tiny power to transform decay into magic in places invisible to the audience.
Chapter completed!