"No, I can't say it, ah!"
Zhang Zhaohui killed one and forced another one.
"you say!"
"I say, I say, yes—ah!"
Another Datura!
"you say!"
"I can't say it, I can't—ah!"
Soon, this group of people died, and Zhang Zhaohui didn't get any useful information.
Zhang Zhaohui was like a wild beast about to lose control.
His heart was filled with immense resentment, unwillingness, and anger, and his supernatural powers and complex divine powers were constantly boiling.
He didn't understand, he didn't comprehend it. It was obvious that one month before the end of the world, the Zhang family had received the oracle and had made preparations to deal with the end of the world.
But those preparations were repeatedly met with unexpected events and nothing went well.
They went to buy arms, and all the goods from several countries were cleared out, even the aircraft carriers and cargo ships disappeared completely.
The food reserves they had prepared completely disappeared right under their noses, leaving them with not a single grain of rice.
The laboratory they had built with huge investment had offended some god, and was slapped deep into the ground by him. Most of the foreign researchers they had hired at a high price also died.
Now it’s even worse. All those people who were kept in captivity at the base for him to ascend to the throne of god have disappeared without a sound!
How could this gifted child of destiny remain calm after receiving so many blows?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.
"The methods used to clear out my base and my food reserves are exactly the same!"
"Could it be that the people who did these things were actually a group of people?!"
He looked coldly at Fang Manru who was standing on the side.
"Fang Manru, use your ability to guess for me who did these things."
"If you can't figure it out with so many clues, what use would you be to me?!"
Fang Manru came out wrapped tightly.
During this period, her abilities were constantly being used, and she was constantly being consumed and overdrawn. She was smelling bad all over, black thorns grew on her body, and she became hunched and old.
"I can give you a guess...but you have to give me the medicine, now!"
Fang Manru's voice was also hoarse and unpleasant.
She looked at Zhang Zhaohui with dim eyes, filled with deep hatred.
If she had the ability to pounce on Zhang Zhaohui and tear him into pieces and eat him, she would do it without hesitation.
"If you don't give me the medicine, I would rather die than do anything for you again!"
Zhang Zhaohui stared at Fang Manru and suddenly smiled.
"You want medicine to unlock the genetic lock? Okay, I can give it to you."
Now it was Fang Manru's turn to be puzzled: "Are you really so kind?"
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