Chapter 139 It hurts so much.

Shu Lan, who was covering her ears in the sky, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart like a needle. She sat up straight and picked up the telescope to search for her son's figure in the dust.

"Mommy, I'm here."

A clear child's voice sounded beside me.

Shu Lan's tense heart dropped into her stomach. She put down the telescope, turned her head, frowned, and grabbed Shu Maomao to check him from head to toe. It looked like not a single hair was missing. She still said firmly, "You're hurt, aren't you?"

Shu Maomao turned his gaze away: ...

Mommy definitely can read minds.

Seeing him like this, Shu Lan knew she had guessed right. She stared at his nonchalant profile, took a deep breath, and lowered her anxious tone. She asked softly, "Where are you hurt? Tell me, okay? If you don't tell me, Mommy will be even more worried."

Shu Maomao had no choice but to raise his right arm and explain seriously: "I wasn't injured when fighting her. I wanted to take her superpower after I defeated her, but I couldn't find a way, so she accidentally blew me up."

Shu Lan pushed up his sleeve, and seeing his white, tender, intact arm, she asked, "Did you use backtracking?"

"It's not a death flashback, it's okay, mommy."

"I know. It can be used at times like this. Injuries hurt, right?"

Shu Maomao had been planning to say it didn't hurt, but when he turned to meet her distressed, gentle eyes, which shone with a watery gleam, a layer of indescribable emotion filled his heart. He curled his lips downward, burrowed into her arms, and muffledly admitted, "It hurts. It hurts a lot."

Ever since he could remember, she had protected him very well. He had never experienced such a painful moment. At that moment, he could not hear any sound, his consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the pain, and even the intact parts of his body were trembling.

Shu Lan held his arms with both hands and gently rubbed them up and down, as if to use the warmth of her palms to help him drive away the pain: "It's okay, it's okay. Now that we know it hurts, we should be more careful and try not to get hurt again."

"Um……"

Shu Lan gently rolled down his sleeves and asked, "Is the bomber dead?"

Shu Maomao raised his chin and pointed at the square: "She's not dead. I couldn't kill her, so I hid her head in space, but her body still moved."

The dust had settled, and Shu Lan saw through the telescope a headless woman with red skin kneeling on the ground, groping around. The scene was quite terrifying.

Shu Maomao said, "She won't bleed. I can't take away her special ability."

This is indeed a difficult problem. If you can't get the superpower, you can't kill her, and you may be hurt by her again.

There was a chill in Shu Lan's eyes; she wanted Bei Ting to die.

"Baby, come down, let me take a closer look."

The moth flapped its wings and landed not far from Beiting. Feeling the wind, Beiting stopped for a second. Shu Maomao, who had been staring at her, grabbed Shu Lan's hand and brought her back to the space.

"When she's about to explode, the red light on her body will dim."

Shu Lan's reaction was not as fast as his, and her thoughts were a beat slower to catch up: "Okay..."

boom!

Without any warning, muffled thunder sounded in the quiet and beautiful space.

Shu Lan subconsciously tightened her grip on Shu Maomao's hand and said unhappily, "Big Mouth, who told you to suddenly simulate thunder?"

Baidan slowly emerged from the ground in front of them, his thick eyebrows curled into an aggrieved "eight" shape: "It's not me, the host's mother."

Shu Maomao's expression became serious. He said, "It's Beiting. She's using her head to blow up my space."

"Why does she blow up everything? Does this work?"

"It works. If you do it about twenty times, that space will collapse."

Shu Lan couldn't help but curse, "You're crazy! Such a perverted ability! Let's go, let's get out of here."

The landing point was still the same square. The moth had gone home, and the pit on the ground had become deeper. A red-skinned headless woman was sitting in the middle, one leg crossed and the other leg raised, with her forearm resting on her knee.

From this confident action and fearless aura, it can be seen that Beiting really believes that she will not die.

When Shu Lan is thinking seriously, she will have no expression, will not speak or move, only her brain will be working, which is exactly the same as Shu Maomao.

The mother and son faced the headless woman in silence for nearly three minutes. Shu Lan was the first to blink. "I see. How long will it take her to blow up that space with her head?"

Shu Maomao said, "At the earliest, half an hour. Once she comes out, I'll lock her up in the second space."

Shu Lan said, "Don't give her the chance to destroy your second space. Tell the baby to come to me."

The walkie-talkie's calling range was enough for her to contact someone on the other side of District 9.

She pressed the button: "This is the commander. Anyone who hears me, go find Zhou Yan."

"Commander, I'm Lao Lu. I just came out of Teacher Zhou's office."

"Within twenty minutes, take Teacher Zhou to the original base in District 9."

"receive."

When Shu Lan said Zhou Yan's name, Shu Maomao knew what she wanted to do.

Use matter to reconstruct superpowers and deconstruct Beiting.

This ability cannot be used on living people, but Beiting is not a living person at all now. She is completely a moving thing, and no one knows what it is.

Lu Xingyao and Zhou Yan rushed over as fast as they could. Shu Lan and Shu Maomao stood in the middle of the road some distance away from Beiting waiting for them, so that even if Beiting suddenly exploded, these two innocent people would not be harmed.

As soon as Lu Xingyao got out of the car, he said, "Commander, those people who drove here were making a lot of noise and have been arrested."

Shu Lan nodded calmly: "Well done, Lao Lu, go back first and drive faster."

Lu Xingyao was stunned for a moment. He wanted to ask but then remembered that he couldn't ask. He scratched his face and returned to the car: "Okay, Commander."

After he drove away, Shu Lan brought Zhou Yan, who looked confused, back to the pit. Zhou Yan looked down and saw a headless woman sitting in the pit, and his expression froze.

Shu Lan held Shu Maomao with one hand and stretched out the other hand in front of Zhou Yan: "Teacher Zhou, hold my hand."

Zhou Yan's expression became even more dazed: "Huh?"

Lead...Commander...?

He doesn't dare to do such a rebellious thing now.

Not wanting to waste time with him, Shu Lan simply grabbed his wrist and said, "Alright."

Shu Maomao stared at Beiting below with his dark eyes. He stretched out his fingers and cut out a small space above her shoulder. When he drew the last stroke, it just touched the edge of her skin.

This time, Shu Lan clearly saw the color on Beiting's body darken. Before she could get nervous, the scene in front of her turned into an endless expanse of golden rice fields.

There was a loud bang in the air, which was then tightly compressed by the air wall, reducing its power to an explosion sound like fireworks. After it ended, a black thread less than an inch long appeared in the twisted air wall. It flew around like a lost mosquito, looking for its disappeared army.

This is a small part cut from Beiting and brought back to the space.

Shu Lan let go of Zhou Yan's hand and pushed him, who was stiff. "Go to work, Mr. Zhou. While this thing can't explode again, hurry up and decompose it."

"OK."

Zhou Yan reached his hands behind his back, quickly wiped his sweaty palms, and glanced guiltily at the commander next to him who was looking focused.

Although he didn't know what kind of work he was doing, he had lived here for so long, and the iron rule of District 9, which ordered him not to ask too many questions, was deeply rooted in his heart. He quickly put aside all distractions and concentrated on using his supernatural powers to deconstruct the black thread in front of him.