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Chapter 11 Infiltrating (1)

Surrounded by the black gun barrels, I felt a huge surge in my heart.

Just at that moment, my sensitivity to the "source" in the air disappeared!

In other words, I can only use my soul power now, but I cannot connect with the source.

The essence of the power of space is to connect the power of the soul with the source in the air, which is no different from having no power of space.

Not being able to use my abilities, plus they still had guns, I was destined to be in trouble.

"Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhang Linqiu walked out of the darkness and said with a half-smile.

I raised my hands, stared at his every move, and said with hostility: "How did you do that?"

Of course what I mean is that the power of space cannot be used.

After saying that, another person walked out from another place.

He took a ring-shaped handcuff and locked my hand tightly.

In addition, after turning on the switch of the ring-shaped handcuffs, several sharp needle-like objects suddenly pierced my arm.

I suddenly felt a spasm in my entire upper body, I frowned, and there was a lot of cold sweat on my forehead.

"What is this?"

I asked with difficulty.

Zhang Linqiu pretended to be kind and explained to me: "Ah, this is a device to isolate your soul from the outside world."

"The outside world was abnormal just now, but your soul was normal."

"Now the outside world has returned to normal, it's just that your soul can no longer control the outside world through the barrier."

Zhang Linqiu chuckled and continued: "Actually, I noticed you eavesdropping outside this morning, so I told you to do this."

"Although it's still far behind Song Qinghan's sensing ability, I can still detect this little trick in time."

After saying that, Zhang Linqiu waved his hand and said, "Take it away!"

Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and then my eyes quickly fell into darkness.

Ancheng city area.

Just when An Xiaoyu was about to smash the glass ball and teleport, Song Qinghan suddenly stopped her.

"They changed places!"

She spoke nervously.

An Xiaoyu spread her hands and asked, "Then where should we teleport to now?"

Song Qinghan's expression was a little painful. She thought for a long time before pointing in another direction with some hesitation.

"Do you know the specific location? Let's break into them directly!"

An Xiaoyu patted her chest confidently.

Song Qinghan nodded slowly, made a rough estimate, and said: "The direction is 36° south to west, and the distance is 193.4 kilometers!"

An Xiaoyu was startled immediately, looked at Song Qinghan like a monster, and asked in surprise: "So accurate!"

Song Qinghan rubbed his temples, turned pale and nodded.

"Didn't you say it's random at any time?"

Although An Xiaoyu was a little worried about her physical condition, she still asked curiously.

Song Qinghan muttered, shook his head, and said in a daze: "I don't know."

"All right."

An Xiaoyu saw that she was not in a good condition and didn't ask any questions.

"Then I teleported?"

An Xiaoyu said cautiously.

Seeing Song Qinghan nodded, An Xiaoyu dropped the dark blue bead to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the glass beads suddenly turned into a pile of debris, and a dark blue mist spread out from the middle, wrapping them up.

A moment later, Song Qinghan and An Xiaoyu suddenly appeared in a cabinet.

Suddenly, Song Qinghan, who had been silent all this time, said softly: "They seem to be able to track me through the spiritual mark!"

Seeing that Song Qinghan was stunned, An Xiaoyu patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't worry, sister, I will erase the mental mark on you as soon as I enter the door, and they won't be able to find it."

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded lightly.


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