Li Zhen stood up and began to imagine a possibility.

He was indeed reluctant to give up the psychic power of the Sixth Saint - if he had not been immune to the "Destroyer" for some reason, he would have ended up dead.

The man in front of him has been struggling to hold on, perhaps he wants to see himself die first and then die with satisfaction. Unfortunately, his wish will never come true.

Under such circumstances, Li Zhen couldn't help but speak: "You should be in pain now. If you can't hold on, give up. I know what you are waiting for... But unfortunately, you are disappointed. I was shot sixteen last night, and those two of your shots were eighteen. But now I am still standing here - you should know that the Destroyer is ineffective against me."

Tang Qiye suddenly let out a whine. But the sound was very weak, and it sounded like a dying struggle.

Li Zhen took two steps cautiously to widen the distance between the two sides.

Maybe this guy has a second move?

He guessed it. And he guessed it right.

The other party's body suddenly disappeared without a trace. Li Zhen glanced at his watch - the red dot is still there. He is not dead.

And the position of the red dot... seems to be at your feet.

The next moment, he suddenly felt that the air around him became sticky. It was as if he had been soaked in deep water - every mouthful could suck in a full amount of gas, but his body was still craving more air.

Or, in the desire for more oxygen.

This means that there is almost no oxygen component in the gas he sucks into his lungs, but something else.

He realized... Tang Qiye planned to die together. He completely qinized himself - poured into Li Zhen's lungs.

What does it feel like to suck a living person into your body? I believe no one has ever experienced it. However, as the first time in human history, Li Zhen himself was not panicked.

After a moment of stagnation, he immediately stepped into a bush in the backyard - and did not forget to pick up the equipment on the ground.

But the gas composed of human bodies tightly wrapped around him, climbing up to his head like an invisible tentacle monster.

In fact, it is very easy to get rid of this guy - just enter the state of sound again. But Li Zhen would rather endure the pain of suffocation, and jump into the bushes and find a hidden place to lie down, as if he was planning to find his last destination for himself.

What he had imagined before was that if he sucked this guy into his body, could he gain his spiritual energy?

But when he thought about it, he felt disgusted, and he had never made up his mind.

Who would have thought that the other party would have the same thoughts as him?

Tang Qiye planned to suffocate him to death at the cost of his own body.

This process is more painful and long than "suffocating" - because the gas is sucked into the lungs. The alveoli absorb the terrible gases and intend to break them down and pick up useful things to transport them into the blood.

However, in this process, the parts that were separated from Tang Qiye's will were solidified.

So countless alveolars, capillaries, and somatic cells were stretched out from it, and a large number of body components from another person were filled in Li Zhen's somatic cells, and cruelly stripped and torn his body tissue from the deepest glass - even the most skilled executioner could not do this.

At the beginning, it was the most intense pain, itch, and then the bursting and suffocating feeling.

Li Zhen felt that he had already entered the house in the face of suffering, but it was not until now that he realized that Tang Qiye had the ability to make him feel even more terrible torture - his chest had begun to bulge high, like the keel of a bird.

This is also the reason why he chose to hide from the bush - if he really couldn't hold on and entered a state of fake death, at least he wouldn't be discovered.

The pain comes quickly and goes quickly. Because even the nerves are destroyed. Only the consciousness in the mind is still clear, but it is impossible to command the completely necrotic lungs to continue to "breathe" and other actions.

Li Zhen reluctantly glanced at his deformed chest, pulled up a ball of branches and leaves next to him to hide himself better-

Then he fell into a coma at the Chen level.

Or, pretend to die.

The blazing flames were still burning, but there was a slight sound in the bushes, as if something was constantly breaking and squirming. The process lasted for about five hours, and only when the fire on the house weakened and the black smoke was no longer as strong, a hand stretched out from the bushes.

Then, Li Zhen jumped up.

The condition is not as good as it is.

That was almost the nutrients of the entire torso for him to reorganize his body. During the five hours of fake death, his mind entered a more stable state than deep sleep—even the Taoist samadhi was just like this.

But he still felt his physical condition carefully. So far, there seemed to be nothing wrong. The genetic disintegration that Teacher Zhou was worried about did not appear, but he had made up his mind to stop doing such risky actions in the future. Because there is always a degree, and it is not bad to eat too much.

The more psychic energy, the better. Being able to master a limited number of types and master them is enough to defend against enemies.

Li Zhen tried it for a while.

With Tang Qiye's warning in front of him, he did not dare to completely qig himself, but just experienced the feeling of entering that state of his left arm.

It's quite amazing - even the clothes were evaporated together.

This is incredible, and it is precisely because of this that this ability can be called spiritual energy.

I could still feel my arms, but they spread out. All movements were slower, and the resistance of the air became greater than that of water, as if the movements would be blown away as soon as they were soon. But in fact, my arms were still very tough. Li Zhen carefully waved gently in the range of his left arm with his right hand - he felt a chill, and after his arms left, the wonderful gas quickly gathered into a ball.

However, the defect is also obvious. If you blow it away with a violent airflow like you did before, or suddenly a wall separates the gases completely, it will be troublesome to combine them into one place.

After all, there are clothes that are evaporated together. Tang Qiye's previous screams may have been due to the separation of limbs on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is also because the gas composed of clothes penetrated into the torso.

He glanced at the bushes - the ground was covered with small pieces of cloth of different colors, as if squeezed out of his body.

Li Zhen glanced at the watch.

Sun Jingtang has more than thirty hours left.

The Sixth Saint died, and he probably wouldn't stay at home obediently anymore.

However, Li Zhen would not be so stupid that he ran to the other party's home court alone, allowing a vote of strange people to surround him.

He would not touch Sun Jingtang within these thirty hours, but he would not mind putting any pressure on the other party, so that he and those who were still watching would understand his determination.

After all, the enemy has already come two waves.

Reciting etiquette is a ritual norm that Chinese people know.

So he spent an hour to prepare his own equipment and walked out of the cleared area to enjoy a delicious meal. Several people were always draped with him - Heihei and thin, looking like a local. This was the right thing to do, and Li Zhen didn't want to pay attention to it. It would be easy to get rid of them anyway.

But those guys seemed to be getting more and more courageous - when Li Zhen finished eating and started drinking tea, the three people following him pretended to be nothing, and they also entered the restaurant, and sat on a table diagonally opposite him, each of them ordered a glass of water.

Li Zhen still didn't plan to pay attention to them, but the other party's uncovered eyes made him quite unhappy - no one wanted to be stared at by strangers while eating.

He breathed helplessly, got up and walked towards the table.

The three knew that they should cover it up - they turned their heads in an instant, drank water and chatted. But Li Zhen didn't say much nonsense, and just stood in one step when they pressed their hands against their waists and said, "Go back and tell Sun Jingtang that there is no need to follow me. Not only will I not leave, I will also have to find him later."

The three of them were slightly stunned, and then realized that it was useless to continue disguising. So they stood up with a gloomy face and quickly disappeared into the crowd outside the store. The reactions of these people made Li Zhen frown slightly.

They are quite brave, but their tracking skills are poor. They don’t seem to be professionals, but mercenaries and other guys. Those who always think that only the guns in their hands are the capital to settle down, while those who are capable are fancy things, far from reliable as metal and gunpowder.

It seems that Teng Anhui is right. If Sun Jingtang's subordinates are all this type of people - it can indeed be called a small army. But their opponent is himself...

An organization like the Special Service Office is originally engaged in special operations. Li Zhen is aware of the details of assassination and lurking, but he is suffering from the opportunity to practice it.

Today is obviously a good day - a good day to show your strengths.

Li Zhen turned around and walked back to his desk and glanced at the waiter passing by.

The small waiter was slightly stunned by his sight, and quickly accelerated and walked away.

Because she thought the man's eyes were terrifying - it was flashing with a cruel and mysterious slight yellow light, with an inexplicable evil spirit.

Li Zhen sat in this restaurant and ate for an afternoon - in the end, almost every waiter looked at him with incredible eyes, completely unable to understand how a human could accommodate so much food.

It was 8:30 in the evening. It was dark and the street was brightly lit. Li Zhen picked up a bag he carried with him and strode into the crowd.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and when people are robbed.

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Chapter completed!