Chapter 168:

Fangallo was sitting with a relaxed posture; Xiao Yanling was standing, full of alertness, and the two differed greatly in momentum. Moreover, Xiao Yanling was sent to this ghost place precisely because she was in Van Gogh's calculations. She was naturally extremely hateful and extremely afraid of him.
As a result, when Fangallo's hands overlaid Xiao Yanling's hands and held the cup together, she shuddered violently and almost shouted. But soon, her frightened expression was replaced by bliss and misfortune. The original stiff body lay lazily on the table and said with a smile: "Van Galo, you are hurt! Hee hee, you Suffered a very serious injury! Your internal organs are broken, they are bleeding, colic, and rot, I all feel it. Remember the day you knocked me out? I also suffered such injuries, but Serious now without you. What to do, will you die? Are you sure to die? Hee hee ... "
One of her abilities is the spirit of speech, so when she decided that the other party would die, Van Gogh was vomiting blood bit by bit. He is a person who has extreme patience for pain. Unless the endurance has reached the limit, he will never show a weak gesture in front of the person.
He tried to swallow the rising blood, but more blood spilled along the corners of his mouth and dripped on the placket, chest, table board and ground. The little red, the splattered red, and the dazzling red looked beautiful in Xiao Yanling's eyes like blooming flowers or fireworks, causing her to giggle.
She smiled enough to tilt her head, and she seemed to innocently admire: "Vangallo, you are so beautiful now, the mouth is red like lipstick! I really like your appearance, I used to secretly paint my mother before Lipsticks, but they are not as beautiful as you! What should I do, I suddenly do n’t want you to die, you must be very painful? It does n’t matter, it will be more painful later! "
She once again launched the power of words and spirits, causing Van Gogh to fall into a state of unbearable pain. She is like a cheetah. After catching her prey, she does not rush to kill the other party, but instead plays around wantonly and tortures repeatedly to gain spiritual enjoyment. Her mind has been completely twisted.
Fangalo's face was still so quiet, and his eyebrows were always stretched, as if unharmed, but his eyes, as bright as a cold star, were unknowingly covered with a layer of mist, which was caused by the uncontrollable color of pain and physiology Composed of sexual tears, obscure and bleak.
Seeing that he was extremely weak, Meng Zhong was stunned, his mouth wide open, and he could hardly speak a word.
Song Rui stared at the young man on the screen for the first time, not for the first time because of his anger and murderous desire, but because of endless fear and hesitation. He turned and walked towards the door.
Realizing what he wanted to do, Meng Zhong quickly pressed a button on the console to lock the door of the monitoring room, because he knew that Song Rui, who had only said the passcode of the metal prison once, remembered it, His brain structure is different from ordinary people, he will not forget anything.
"You can't go in! You go in and you die! It's already very difficult for Mr. Fan to only care about himself. You will only become a burden for him. You are only an ordinary person, and ordinary people can't compete with them. "Meng Zhong looked at the young man who kept vomiting blood but still persisted. He said dumbly:" If I knew the teacher was so badly injured, I would never let him in! Why don't you say it when you are in trouble? "
As soon as this sentence was spoken, Meng Zhong's sore expression froze. He saw Zhang Yang who smiled and smiled, the old man who stood idly by, the young woman who showed her novelty but no mercy, and closed all communication channels. Technician in case he issued a rescue order.
He opened his mouth and suddenly felt speechless and regretful. In such an environment of jackals, who dares to expose their weaknesses? That is clearly looking for death! The teacher, Fan, apparently could choose to avoid or refuse, but he followed him into the fire pit. why? Because Xiao Yanling continued to grow in strength, because of the increasing number of deaths, and because of the possible catastrophe! He will not watch the world go to destruction, nor will it plunge the world into deep waters.
He puts the safety of the world first, but how does the world treat him? They just want to control him, use him, crush him, and even kill him!
Prior to this, Meng Zhong also regretted not being able to cooperate with the teacher, but now, instead, he feels that this is very good, and the teacher should stay away from these evil spirits! They are unworthy to stand with him!
Perceiving Meng Zhong ’s disgusted gaze, Zhang Yang smiled more and more wantonly: "Hahaha, I just said, his life is now in Xiao Yanling's hands, you still don't believe it. He can't deal with a little girl. Straightforward, we will not force him to enter, what big garlic! "
Long Man shook his head and sighed, pretending to be merciful: "Now the young people just like to be emotional. Is the face so important in front of life? Alas!"
The young woman smiled with her mouth covered: "Unfortunately, he looks handsome!"
"You all shut up for me!" Meng Zhong almost burst into anger.
Zhang Yang didn't hold back at all. Instead, he looked at Song Rui and asked with a smile: "Dr. Song, how is it? I also learned this trick from you, is it useful? I will just say a few words, Van Gogh Luo just got into the cage by himself, and he was too good-looking, so it wouldn't work, and he had to change it later. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, he didn't have any more. Dr. Song, what other tricks do you have? You can borrow a knife to kill, you teach me again! I pay you tuition! Is it enough to give you 20 million? Hahaha, I really did not expect that 20 million can buy a life of Vanguard, worth it! "
He clasped his palms and smiled back and forth, a handsome face stained with dark anger, and looked even more terrifying than Xiao Yanling. Because of those magical potions, the Zhang family can almost run wild in this special security department. No one dared to fight against Zhang Yang, even if he deliberately released Xiao Yanling, let the situation develop to an uncontrollable point.
Sooner or later, these people will kill themselves one day! Meng Zhong was full of sorrow and turned to look at Song Rui, only to find that he didn't care about Zhang Yang's words at all, but he quickly recognized all the buttons on the console and pinpointed one of them precisely.
"This is an anesthesia spray?" He was about to press down, but his arm was firmly held by Meng Zhong. The other party shook his head and said: "Xiao Yanling has become immune to this anesthesia spray. You will lose consciousness with this press Mr. Fan, he will be more dangerous then. "
Song Rui's expression was cold, but there was a slightly trembling light in his eyes. He even shed tears, even if it did not fall, this scene was enough to make Meng Zhong fall into a huge shock.
Meng Zhong will never forget the chaotic funeral. Song Rui ’s parents lay side by side in the huge coffin in the hall. They died so unexpectedly that they could n’t close their eyes. Uncle Song family pressed Song Rui's head hard and shouted with hoarse: "You cry! You cry! You look at their dead faces! They are killed by you, but you even have a tear. Can't bear to flow for them! You cry! You cry to me! If you don't cry, you will never be allowed to step into the door of my Song family! "
Song Rui's head was pressed into the coffin and almost hit his parents' face. But his expression was always calm, indifferent, and smooth. He can't feel sorrow, he can't feel pain, and he doesn't understand what it means to be loved and loved. He propped his hands on both sides of the coffin to prevent his body from planting, regardless of how the uncle pressed, abused, beaten, but didn't cry. He does not lack tear glands, he just has no feelings.
Uncle Song was tired and beaten, and he burst into tears, sorrowful. He sent two bodyguards and drove Song Rui out of the hall. In front of all his friends and relatives, he said: "He is a born bad breed! Our Song family has nothing to do with him from now on!"
However, Song Rui, who couldn't cry at his parents' funeral, unknowingly filled his eyes with tears. What does Teacher Fan mean to him?
Meng Zhong didn't dare to think about it, he realized how much disaster he had caused for the two people who were originally safe! He pushed away the technician sitting in front of the console, opened the communication channel, and hurriedly ordered: "Please pay attention to each unit, please pay attention to each unit, Xiao Yanling has taken a hostage, please come to the command room to discuss rescue work immediately, please Come to the command room immediately! "
He listened to the movements with his ears upright, but did not receive any reply from anyone. After a while, the director of the institute said sternly, "Minister Meng, you know what Xiao Yanling is, why do you want it?" Send someone to die? My opinion is that all the personnel immediately evacuate the place and then start the self-destruction process! I ca n’t tell how long it takes Xiao Yanling to break through that metal prison, after all her strength is increasing every minute and every second, you should Evacuate everyone immediately! "
Until this time, talents from other departments have successively voiced: "Yes, Minister Meng, let's evacuate immediately!"
Another hostage asked: "Why did Xiao Yanling detain a hostage? Who did you put in? It is against the rules! Minister Meng, you have the main responsibility!"
They have completely forgotten that when Xiao Yanling wrote Van Gogh's name in blood every day, they unanimously decided to invite people over. Now that something has happened, he has put all responsibility on Meng Zhong's head again. Disregard it. They have never considered whether other people will meet their lives, and only put their own interests first.
With the involvement of the Zhang family and the factional struggle, today's Ministry of Security has already rotted its foundation.
One of Meng Zhong couldn't help but shattered the communicator, and then looked at his blushing friend, shaking his head painfully: "Song Rui, I'm sorry for you and Mr. Fan."
Song Rui had no time to take care of him, constantly touching the buttons on the console, trying to open the door of the monitoring room. The technician said in a hurry: "Minister Meng, let's evacuate! It's too late to wait for Vanguard to die!"
"He's not going to die." Song Rui, who gritted his teeth and said nothing, responded very surely at this time.
Wan Lao also urged to leave, but the young woman shook his arm and said softly that he wanted to see it for a while.
Zhang Yang stepped forward, attached to Song Rui's ear and said unintentionally: "The key to open the door is a combination key, you must press this first, then press this, and finally press these two." He was eager to let Song Rui out, let He quickly jumped into the fire pit, "I really can't understand you guys, is it not a good life? Is it fun to be a girl or not fun to spend money? Why are one or two rushed to death? You are so great!" He exclaimed. , But his face is full of sarcasm.
Meng Zhong was so angry that Song Rui pressed the buttons quickly.
The door did not open.
The technician said tremblingly: "You still need to enter your fingerprint on the scan panel, but you are not an insider of our research institute, and you don't have permission, Minister Meng has it."
Song Rui immediately looked at Meng Zhong, the tears in his eyes had already evaporated, and turned into decisiveness. Meng Zhong was caught in a dilemma.
When the two were deadlocked, Fangallo on the screen always held Xiao Yanling's hand firmly and withstood her language attacks again and again-will you die? Will you hurt more? I seem to hear the sound of your bones cracking, how does it feel to crush your bones? I am curious! Do you want to try something else? Or shall we try soul tearing? Only tear a little at a time, otherwise you will not be fun at once, So hee hee ...
With her naive tone, she pushed the pains of Van Gogh into layers, letting the other party understand that the neat death has become a luxury hope, and the endless despair is your destiny that cannot be escaped!
Van Gaalo's skin was split with a cobweb-like seam, the bones also made a clicking sound, and the soul was tearing violently, as if it would collapse at any time. In just a few minutes, he was stained with blood, and his spirits and spirits were all split, which was terrible. His hands can only be gently pressed against the back of Xiao Yanling's hand. If the other party didn't think he was a threat at all, I'm afraid he would have swung him away.
"Little bunny, please open the door, open it quickly, I will come in; little bunny, open the door, open soon, I will come in ..." Xiao Yanling tilted his head and admired Van Gogh's It was miserable, and the lyrics were sung repeatedly in the mouth, and the black lips that had been stained with venom suddenly cracked, showing sharp teeth and roaring like a wolf.
The technician was scared to cover his ears and screamed, but Zhang Yang laughed at the table. He likes Xiao Yanling so much, this little girl is the source of all evil, and can spread terror anytime, anywhere! However, he chuckled with a smile, his face suddenly tightened, revealing a horrified look.
I saw that the glass of water held by Fangallo and Xiao Yanling was black as thick slurry, and then suddenly boiled, burst, and splashed like a volcano that was less than an eruption-proof volcano. This swift black mist poured down the mouth of the cup, wrapped around the fingertips of Van Gaal, and then penetrated into his blood-stained skin and merged into his broken body.
All of a sudden, the blood on the back of the van Galaro's hand was healed, and the tender granules quickly filled the vague wound of blood and flesh. This scene was inexplicably familiar in Zhang Yang's eyes. Is this self-healing ability too similar to Xiao Yanling? !
Xiao Yanling also found his hands that healed instantly, his heartstrings suddenly shuddered, and then he wanted to grab the hand of the cup and pull it out. But it was too late, and the dark mist had already penetrated into the body of Fangalore, nourishing his visceral organs, restoring his soul, breaking bones, and healing the skin. His original weak hands became very strong in the blink of an eye, and Xiao Yanling's hand was caught with only a slight fit.
Xiao Yanling can kick the cage made of rotten steel with one foot, and his strength is naturally amazing. She sneered unintentionally, and then continued to exert force, pulling her hands, but found that she could not shake the shackles of Van Gogh. She squeezed in again, trying to crush the glass, but found that the glass was hard enough to imagine, but it was clearly made of the most ordinary glass!
She began to panic, and when she looked closely, she found that two strands of black mist were wrapped around her wrists, like a pair of handcuffs, holding her most of her power. What made her even more incomprehensible was that the magnetic field and breath entrained in the black mist were exactly the same as hers, she completely suppressed herself.
"What did you do? Are you sucking my vitality? You are so mean!" Xiao Yanling didn't know what the black mist was, so she rightfully thought it was the angry stolen Van Goghro stole from herself. She didn't want to play the trick of tormenting her prey again, her eyes instantly locked on each other, and then driven the violently violent magnetic field to overwhelm it. She is going to this person into a corpse within a second!
Song Rui and Meng Zhong have already stopped the stalemate, watching this scene nervously and appallingly.
The stupefied Zhang Yang laughed again, clapping his hands and yelling: "Wonderful! It's too wonderful! This is the master trick! But this time Van Gogh should be right? The water in the glass is limited in the end. If he can protect him for a while, he cannot protect him for a lifetime! "