Listening to the prophet's words, Wu Xiaoya's hand trembled as she tapped a button.

The next second, the right rear door opened with the press of a button!

Opening the car door while driving at high speed is actually very dangerous. If it weren't for special circumstances, Wu Xiaoya, who is very aware of her driving skills, would not do so.

While opening the car door, Wu Xiaoya secretly glanced at the side.

At this moment, they were already very close to the speeding car. After opening the car door, Wu Xiaoya's own speed gradually slowed down.

The performance of their car was originally better than that car, so they were able to easily overtake the speeding car.

At this moment, their car was only half a car head away from the speeding car, with the rear seat facing the driver's seat of the speeding car, and the right rear door was open, as if waiting for the other party to arrive.

Glancing at the road conditions, the prophet snapped his fingers lightly.

The next second, dark mist suddenly spread out from under his feet!

The mist escaped from the gaps in the car and quickly wrapped around the speeding car next to it. In just a blink of an eye, it completely wrapped up the car! What is this? !

Wu Xiaoya looked at the fog covering her car in horror, not knowing what it was.

But her intuition told her that this thin mist was very dangerous! Soon, the scene before her eyes proved her idea.

It didn't take long for the fog covering the surface of the speeding car to penetrate directly into the body of the car.

After about three or four seconds, the door of the car suddenly opened, and the whistling wind instantly rushed into the narrow space inside the car! After another three or four seconds, the gray mist retreated.

But this time when it came back, it was carrying a bald middle-aged man.

Within a few breaths, the bald man was pulled out of the speeding car by the fog. Before the confused expression on his face could fade away, he was forcibly pulled into the back seat of Wu Xiaoya's car!

A second later, the right rear door slammed shut with a bang.

In less than ten seconds, the Prophet kidnapped the driver from another car and threw him directly into his own car.

This efficiency is also...

Wu Xiaoya couldn't help but be shocked in her heart.

It was only then that she realized that the power controlling her legs had disappeared, and she once again had the power of life and death over the accelerator.

After carefully reducing the speed of the car to a level she could drive, Wu Xiaoya breathed a sigh of relief and then secretly looked at the prophet beside her.

The prophet was looking at something at this time.

After looking at it for less than a second, he put down his phone, looked at the rearview mirror and said, "Xu Younian, Xu Shangong's younger brother?"

"It seems that you panicked because your brother was arrested, so you actually drove your own car on the highway?"

Bai Ling chuckled: "According to the original situation, you would have killed 17 people. But now you are lucky because I have forgiven you this sin."

"No need to thank you," he said briskly, "this is just a small reward for you. No need to thank me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Younian, whose hands and feet were tightly bound by the fog, suddenly opened his eyes wide in anger!

"I know you, I know you!" He struggled, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger, "You are the one who destroyed my brother, you are the 'prophet'!"

"We will not let you go. The gods of the Divine Religion will not let you go! We will definitely kill you and make your corpse kneel forever in front of our temple, so that you will never have peace for the rest of your life!"

Hearing Xu Younian's voice, Wu Xiaoya was shocked! She now knew who the other party was.

There is no doubt that these are the evil followers of the "Nine-Headed Divine Cult"!

Xu Shangong was said to be the man who always liked to wear a black suit and followed Qingguang, one of the leaders of the Nine Heads Divine Religion! And the guy in front of him was actually Xu Shangong's younger brother? !

Every one of these guys is a real lunatic. As long as they think they can contribute to the cult, they will definitely sacrifice their lives to do it. They are definitely the epitome of brainwashing! I was actually racing with such a lunatic just now? !

Wu Xiaoya thought so in her heart, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

The prophet shook his head and said, "I have no intention of being treated like this by a false god."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xu Younian through the rearview mirror: "Then what? What is your purpose? You can't be making such a big scene just because you are afraid of the consequences, right?"

Hearing the prophet's question, Xu Younian sneered: "Do you think I would..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the prophet: "So that's it."

He said thoughtfully: "Are you going to assassinate An Jianxiu?"

The words fell.

Xu Younian, who had been looking tough, suddenly changed his expression: "You..."

There was a flash of horror in his eyes, and although it was quickly hidden by Yan, it was still caught by Wu Xiaoya.

Looking at the rearview mirror, Xu Younian said with all his might: "What are you talking about? Who is An Jianxiu? I have never heard of him..."

Faced with Xu Younian's stubbornness, the prophet said nothing and just looked at him with a smile.

Such a sight is undoubtedly very oppressive.

Especially when the other party already knows what you want to do, this kind of oppression becomes more obvious.

After a few seconds, Xu Younian could no longer hold on.

His eyes wandered, and his whole body was soft, except for his mouth, which was still very hard: "I really don't know what you are talking about! Now that you have caught me, don't think that I will reveal anything! I am different from others, my faith in the Lord God is infinite!"

Looking at Xu Younian who was still being stubborn, the prophet smiled silently.

He opened his black windbreaker and pulled something out from his arms.

It was a mask.

The expression on the mask looks like crying and laughing, with a faint blue light flickering in it. The traces of the light flow are like azure inscriptions, giving the mask the illusion of a teardrop.

The prophet stroked the mask with his fingers and smiled, "Torture does not necessarily require torture and pain. It can also rely on 'hope'."

"If I build you a sufficiently real illusion, and I become your brother in the illusion, I can make you fall into it and lose the ability to distinguish between the real and the fake, and mistakenly believe that the world of illusion is the real reality."

"Then, I will let you enjoy honor and wealth, and let you get lost in the illusion. I will lower your will to the lowest level, let you feel all the beauty in the world, and dissolve your will."

"And at the end, someone you trust asks you about a secret from your past. Do you think you can keep it secret?"

The prophet said with a smile: "Do you think your strong will can last through ten, twenty, or thirty years of illusion? Do you think your strong will can make you so firm that you will not waver in the mist and keep your mind fixed until the end?"

Following the voice of the prophet.

Xu Younian's face became paler and paler.

He looked at the mask in the prophet's hand with fear in his eyes.

Soon, he saw the prophet reaching out and placing the mask beside him.

He smiled at Xu Younian and said, "But you don't have to worry about it."

"Because this has already happened in the future, you are lucky enough not to have to experience it a second time, and you don't need to sink into your imagination until you become a decaying corpse."

"But I'm sorry to tell you that you didn't keep your mind clear the first time, so you revealed everything."

At the end, the Prophet said calmly, "So you are not as determined as you say you are, are you?"

Looking at the mask, the paleness on Xu Younian's face became more and more obvious.

Just like the prophet said, he himself didn't know whether he could stay sane in the illusion.

Moreover, the prophet's ability is to predict the future. He even said in advance that he was going to assassinate "An Jianxiu". Could it be that... he really couldn't keep calm the first time and exposed everything directly? Including the secret that could not be told? !

Looking at the mask that seemed to be both crying and laughing, beads of sweat began to appear on Xu Younian's forehead.

He didn't know what he should do now, what he should believe, or what he should obey.

He kept struggling and suffering, like an ant thrown into a hot pot. Every step he took was under the high temperature, steaming his body, mind and soul, making everything he had seem to melt.

And the Prophet kept watching him.

His gaze was as deep as a black hole, and just looking at it could make people feel genuinely trembling and confused.

Under such a gaze, Xu Younian's mental defense was being crushed by the other party like a broken bamboo...

Three seconds later.

Wu Xiaoya glanced at the rearview mirror.

At this moment, Xu Younian was tied up and lying in the back seat, with his eyes closed and a wooden mask on his face.

He said something from time to time, as if he was praying for something or cursing something, and his mumbling was fragmented and messy as if he was crazy.

"This is..." Wu Xiaoya glanced at the prophet.

The prophet was originally reading some information. After hearing Wu Xiaoya's words, he glanced at Xu Younian through the rearview mirror.

He smiled and said, "It's nothing, just an illusion that you can't get out of. It's better not to think about it, the more you think about it, the more you will get stuck in it."

The prophet's voice was careless: "He will reveal all things."

As he said this, he put down the information and continued, "Drive faster."

"Next we have to find the boss of Chaomu and give him a big gift."

However, the Nine Heads Cult actually wanted to assassinate An Jianxiu? The prophet's eyes were gloomy: "Has this ever happened in the original history?"

Or did it happen before, but I didn't record it in the original world? It's not impossible. After all, the original world collects information through news and the Internet, which depends more on the writer and recorder.

If the person involved doesn't say these things, then he will never know them anyway.

But why did the Nine-Headed God Cult want to kill An Jianxiu? Was it because of his specialness, or because of some other reasons? The prophet didn't know.

He only knew that he would probably be there sooner rather than later.

As his voice fell.

The car once again sped away into the distance at a speed as fast as the wind!

Just like Wu Xiaoya's rapidly changing expression at this moment.

About ten minutes passed.

The car finally stopped in a parking lot outside an office building.

The prophet got down from the passenger seat, thought for a moment, and decided to take off the mask for Xu Younian.

This thing will be useful to me later.

After taking off the mask, he said to Wu Xiaoya: "Knock him out."

Wu Xiaoya, who was holding the car door and looking pale, had no time to relax before she had to walk to Xu Younian's side and hit him hard on the neck with her trembling hands! Poor Xu Younian had just woken up from the hallucination and had not yet remembered to recognize whether this world was real, but was hit by Wu Xiaoya again and fell into a trance.

Putting the mask into his windbreaker, the prophet looked at the office building in front of him.

"This is Chaomu Technology Co., Ltd.," he thought thoughtfully, "a civilian organization founded by An Jianxiu that hunts alien species."

It is also one of the civilian alien hunting organizations that will become famous in the future!

It can be said that An Jianxiu is also a legendary figure.

If it were put in a diary, he would probably have the same A+ as "Red Lotus Walker".

The only pity is that he is already taken...

In other words, he himself is the "Lord".

Bai Ling felt a little regretful that such a person could not be caught.

But this is normal. If you really see a powerful character and want to add him to the card pool, it would be strange.

Just like Wang Weizheng, if this guy had a rarity ranking, he would definitely be a solid "S". The only difference is that other people are ranked "S" because their upper limit is this, while Wang Weizheng is ranked "S" because the highest is this! If there were such a character in the card pool, others would not play it, because it would have been destroyed long ago due to imbalance.

So the Prophet could understand.

After straightening his clothes, the prophet glanced at Wu Xiaoya, who had almost recovered, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

"Okay, come in with me," he said, "After you go in, just like you did just now, everything will follow my instructions."

"Only in this way will no one die."

After saying this, he ignored the confused Wu Xiaoya and walked straight into the office building carrying his handbag.

The office building looked quite luxurious. At least the reception desk at the bottom was well designed and the two girls in charge of reception were both good looking.

Looking at the prophet and Wu Xiaoya, the girl smiled and asked, "Do you two have an appointment?"

They seemed to have been informed in advance that someone would be visiting, so they asked the other party directly if they had an appointment.

The prophet nodded: "Qi Guang."

The receptionist understood the name: "I know."

"Please follow behind. I will take you two to see Mr. An."

After saying this, she turned around and walked into the elevator at the back.

The Prophet and Wu Xiaoya followed her and walked into the elevator.

An Jianxiu was waiting for them on the top floor.