After dealing with Yuan, Wu Heng continued his return journey.

At this time, the vehicle was about to leave Luoshan Forest and could already see the county highway.

Wu Heng discovered that 50 meters to the right of the intersection in the forest, there were three figures who seemed to be waiting for something quietly. Next to them was a tomb with a stone tablet.

Wu Heng recognized the slim girl in the middle at a glance, it was Fu Jiang.

But the two beside her didn't look like humans.

The one on the right is an unkempt old man, with a face like a dry and wrinkled apple. His mouth is slack and open, and his eyes are sunken. He stares at Fu Jiang with loving eyes. The curled and yellowed black nails on his hands are about feet long.

On the left is a black figure whose whole body is wrapped in black bandages, revealing a pair of empty eyes, lifeless, and his body is like a dead tree. The bandages have left deep marks on his body, and he is squirming up and down with his breathing.

Wu Heng reluctantly stepped on the accelerator again, he didn't want to cause trouble.

But, even the weirdness has been controlled by Fu Jiang’s infection!

I don’t know how many times Fujiang was dismembered before he controlled these two weirdos, but since there are three of them, there is definitely more than one Fujiang around, and there are definitely more than two weirdos.

Judging from the actions of these three people, it seems that they are still waiting for a new weird resurgence.

The vehicle was speeding past at extremely high speeds. Wu Heng glanced slightly sideways, but realized something was wrong.

Fujiang and the old lady had already fallen far behind along with the lush trees on both sides of the road, gradually getting smaller and farther away.

Only the dark shadow was standing quietly not far from the road, less than 30 meters away from the high-speed vehicle.

Under Wu Heng's gaze, it was left far behind the car.

But because the vehicle was moving forward, Wu Heng lost sight of the black shadow with the bandage for a moment. It suddenly appeared again, this time less than ten meters away from the police car.

So, it’s because the eyes are lost that they get closer, and they don’t move until they stare.

Wu Heng simply stared at the road ahead with his left eye, and kept staring at the right window with his right eye.

As the vehicle moves forward, the field of vision is lost again and again, and the black shadow approaches again and again, 7 meters and 5 meters.

A strange smell began to fill the surrounding air, which seemed to be mixed with the smell of damp earth, rotting leaves and dead snakes.

Wu Heng slowly slowed down.

This is the distance, enough!

He stepped on the brake, quickly turned the steering wheel, adjusted the angle, and pulled up the front of the car. The vehicle drifted 120 degrees and stopped.

During this process, Wu Heng's eyes were fixed on the black shadow of the bandage.

Then he opened the car door, and at a distance of 4 meters from the black shadow, his right hand gathered the spiritual power and slowly approached it tentatively.

As Wu Heng got closer to 3 meters, the arm of the bandaged black figure started to move, slowly raising it, as if preparing to attack.

So Wu Heng tentatively took another half step back.

The shadow's arm slowly fell down again and stood motionless.

The straps went around its head and wrapped around its body like snakes.

However, the appearance of this black shadow gave Wu Heng a feeling of mental retardation. It seemed to be similar to an ant and caterpillar, with the ability to move but without any intelligence.

Just like an ant discovering candy, it will not consider whether the candy is in someone's hands. As long as there is no danger of death, it will be instinctively driven to bite the candy.

But it also knows some survival instincts, such as chasing it away, and it also knows how to panic.

In comparison, the intelligent weirdness of the East is the real terror, and the two are not on the same level at all.

These weird things in this world should be considered some of the lowest.

Wu Heng kept a distance of three meters and compressed the spiritual touch force crazily. He could only cover his arms before, but after this period of practice, he was able to further compress it and condense it to only cover his forearms.

Looking at the stupid bandage in front of him, Wu Heng has lost the patience to continue the experiment. Who knows if the delay is long, what other weird things controlled by Fu Jiang will come.

"Then, that's it!"

Wu Heng walked around behind the black shadow.

The spiritual power gathered in the fist, like an energy bomb about to explode. As Wu Heng punched out, ordinary people who were fast could not see it clearly with the naked eye, and the wind of the punch surged forward in the air.

Not one punch, but ten punches with phantoms in succession. The bandage strangely turned into black mist, and the black mist completely dissipated in the air.

A battle without any sense of achievement.

Wu Heng continued to drive, avoiding anything wrong along the way, and finally arrived at the research institute.

He changed into laboratory clothes nearby before arriving at the entrance of the institute, but the surrounding atmosphere made him feel something was wrong.

The four armed guards on duty at the door are so dedicated!

They stood upright, their whole bodies tense, and they looked overly excited.

When Wu Heng came here last time, they were all lazy. After all, the wilderness was deserted for many years.

Especially the eyes of these four guards are full of obsession and fascination, as if they are missing their most beloved person, but there is a hint of madness in this love.

If she were really an ordinary girl, and was stared at by such eyes, she would have to agree to everything first.

Without him, because he is afraid that if he accidentally stimulates the other person, the other person's mental illness will break out.

But after that, calling someone for help and calling the police is definitely a must.

But now, such looks were filling the eyes of the four guards at the same time.

"Director Nakamura, you are back."

"Miss Tomie is inspecting inside, you must treat her seriously, otherwise be careful of the gun in my hand!"

A guard saw Wu Heng coming back and gave Wu Heng a warning look.

The other three also stared at Wu Heng closely.

Is this the attitude of employees towards their boss?

Is that true?

But what this means is that Tomie has already entered the research institute.

I don’t know whether it was Fu Jiang from outside or the person in the isolation room who escaped.

"How many Miss Tomie are there?"

Wu Heng was a little unsure and asked the guard again.

"Of course it is Miss Tomie who belongs only to me!"

One person, that would be easy to handle.

There are currently less than 20 guards here, and they pose no threat to Wu Heng at all. As long as they are not a group of Fujiang troops, Wu Heng will not be afraid.

If Fujiang from several divisions really came, he would still have to avoid it.

Just like when passing a bridge, he had no idea how much charm the group Fujiang would have.

Wu Heng got the news he wanted, ignored the guards, and entered the institute by swiping his card.

The argument continued at the door.

"Put P, ​​that's my Fujiang."

"Why does it become yours? You should be dead."

As soon as Wu Heng walked into the indoor corridor, six gunshots were heard at the door, but he didn't care about it.

"Director, you are back!"

A charming voice came, and Tomie, wearing a researcher's white uniform, walked out with a beaker in one hand.

There was a ball of ashes in the beaker, and the surface of the ashes had condensed into a gray-black gelatinous mass.

But it was still squirming constantly, swelling up small bubbles, which became hard again, then filled up, and solidified into new flesh and blood.

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