The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 962 I appreciate it
Zhang Wei was brushing his leaky teeth when he heard a loud noise and the whole room shook.

He was stunned for two seconds, spit out a mouthful of toothpaste foam, and walked quickly to the living room.

Until then, he had not realized that the danger had come.

Ever since the incident at Star Reaching Pavilion, everyone has been extremely careful about keeping the stronghold secret.

Every member who enters and exits the Xia Shui stronghold is completely trustworthy, and those who go out must disguise themselves. They also choose to enter and exit late at night, and they go to very private places.

Zhang Wei's first reaction was: Could it be an earthquake?Or a natural gas pipeline explosion?
Zhang Wei was holding a toothbrush in his hand, with foam remaining at the corners of his mouth. At a glance, he saw at the entrance, that the half-meter-thick secret room door had been smashed to pieces from the outside.

At this second, Zhang Weicai realized that it was an enemy invasion!
At this time, a black shadow slowly walked out of the dust.

He wears a gray coat, his chestnut hair is soft and slightly curly, and he wears gold-rimmed glasses. His right eye is gray and his left eye is green. He uses a cane on his right hand and wears a black glove on his left hand, which is placed unnaturally in his pocket.

The man smiled kindly: "Zhang Wei, we meet again."

The blood all over Zhang Wei's body coagulated instantly.

He didn't even bother to turn around, opened his mouth and shouted: "Quick-"

An invisible force grabbed Zhang Wei's throat, forcing him to become speechless. The force deepened inch by inch. His throat tightened and his cervical vertebrae were in severe pain. He felt like he might break at any time.

Qilin activated the [mental power] stored in his body against Zhang Wei.

Qilin concentrated slightly and said with a hint of scrutiny: "If possible, I don't want to kill anyone tonight, but I won't give anyone a second chance, do you understand?"

Zhang Wei held his throat with both hands and nodded desperately to express surrender.

Two seconds later, [Psychic Power] disappeared, and Zhang Wei crawled back from the edge of death.

"Cough, cough..." Zhang Wei coughed painfully and knelt down: "Don't, don't kill me... I apologize to you for everything I did before..."

"You don't really apologize, but I still accept it." Qilin smiled faintly: "I appreciate that you can put aside your boring self-esteem for the sake of the overall situation."

Zhang Wei felt that the frozen blood in his body was breaking. He was completely seen through by this person.

"Next, do as I say." Qilin said.

"Okay..." Zhang Wei didn't dare to look into Qilin's eyes, which made him breathless.

"First, throw the spiritual rune to me." Qilin said.

Zhang Wei's heart sank:
——This old yin criticizes!Why do you know the spiritual runes are on my body?

——Or is he deceiving me?

——No, you can’t lie. He will definitely search me. If I try another trick, I will definitely die.

——I can’t die yet, only my [confidence] can be immune to [everything]. If I die, everyone will never even think about winning against Qilin!

——Zhang Wei, do as he is told, do as he is told, even if he puts a leash on you and tells you to eat shit, you will do so!

Zhang Wei's hands were trembling as he took out the spiritual rune circuit from his trouser pocket and threw it towards Qilin without any hesitation.

The rune hung in the air in front of Qilin's eyes and slowly rotated in a circle. After confirming that it was correct and checking for danger, Qilin reached out and took the rune.

In an instant, the rune disappeared from his hand.

At this time, the Huang Furong puppet had already carried Li into the room and stood quietly behind him.

"Very good." Qilin said calmly: "Now, bring everyone in the room to me." "Yes."

Zhang Wei stood up slowly, his legs still trembling.

"Don't play tricks. Remember, you don't have a second chance." Qilin added.

"Yes." Zhang Wei absolutely obeyed.

A few minutes later, Jingshu led Meng Yang and Wang Weizhen, Zhuque sat in a wheelchair, and Zhang Wei stood side by side in front of Qilin.

Meng Yang and Wang Weizhen were still wearing pajamas, with sleepy eyes. They knew that Qilin was a bad guy, but when they saw the gentle uncle in front of them, they didn't have any particularly intuitive fear, but more of a faint panic.

Qilin took two steps forward and squatted on one knee.

Jingshu's face turned pale and she didn't dare to move. She tried her best to protect the two children.

"Please, please let them go... they are still children, they... don't know anything..."

Qilin ignored Jingshu and smiled gently at the two little girls, as if he were ordinary elders: "Don't be afraid, uncle is your enemy, but he is not a bad person. Uncle will not hurt you."

Qilin activated "spiritual comfort" on the children, and the two little girls immediately no longer were afraid, but just felt confused and a little sleepy.

Qilin stood up and walked towards Suzaku on crutches. His eyes were complicated and the corner of his mouth was bitter: "Suzaku, I am very happy that you are still alive. If you wait a little longer, you can witness the future of mankind with me. Unfortunately, Qinglong See It’s not here anymore.”

Qilin looked around and said towards the study: "Stop hiding, come out."

Zhang Wei was shocked and turned pale: "I really didn't know Gregor was at home! I remember he went out for something!"

"Don't be nervous, I believe you." Of course Qilin didn't believe Zhang Wei, but he believed in Zhang Wei's emotions that he detected, and he didn't lie.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Qilin stared in the direction of the study: "I said, I won't give you a second chance."

Zhang Wei stared at the study door closely, thinking someone would walk out of the room.

No, there was a locker standing next to the study. The shadow on the side of the locker shook. Then, the shadow turned into a human form, and it was Zhong He.

"You're not very good at art, aren't you?" Qilin still smiled lightly: "The light source in the room comes from above the head, but the shadow of the locker you disguised as it shows that the light source comes from the left, which is very abrupt."

Zhong He said nothing, staring sharply and brokenly at the Huang Furong behind Qilin who was made into a puppet.

Like the original Qinglong, Huang Furong was covered in black cloth, like a mummy, and was also wrapped below the nose, leaving only half of her pale, dull and cold face exposed.

The golden wavy hair she was once proud of was cut off and turned into a messy short hair - Huang Furong hated short hair the most during her lifetime. When she was a child, she was ostracized and isolated by her classmates because she looked like a tomboy.

How angry Huang Furong would be if she knew that she would be treated like this after death.

Tempering pain poured into Zhong He's chest, his red eyes were full of anger, and he wished he could tear Qilin into pieces right away.

But he couldn't move. He could feel the powerful spiritual rays suspended on every inch of his skin. They turned into thousands of cold poisonous needles that could penetrate his body and brain at any time.

Not only Jong Hyuk, but everyone in the room was within the range of Qilin's mental attack, and even within the range of [Brain Formatting].

As long as Qilin wants to, he can "instantly kill" everyone.

Except for Zhang Wei, for Qilin, it is just a matter of using other talents to make up for it.

"Let's do it." Zhong Hyuk said.

(End of this chapter)