The sudden change made the man stiffen for a moment, and he subconsciously tried to pull his hand out with force.
But no matter how hard he tried, his face flushed, he couldn't release his mental energy.
And he could clearly feel the changes in the compressed explosive.
The dynamite is about to explode.
The people nearby saw that something was wrong and reached out to help.
They no longer had time to look at the images sent back by the camera.
Feng Qingyue stood up slowly. She leaned lazily against the wall and said in a leisurely tone, "I told you not to do this."
The slender fingers moved in the air, and the man easily freed his hand from the door.
The next moment...
"bump------"
The man holding the compressed explosive was blown to pieces instantly.
Even the device used to control the mini probe was blown to pieces.
The rest of the people were stunned when they saw the blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Feng Qingyue narrowed her eyes, and strands of golden silk threads floated out and penetrated into the minds of several people who were nearby.
Then those men suddenly stopped, dropped their guns, and took out the daggers they carried with them under the puzzled gazes of others.
Then "Puff------"
The dagger pierced the flesh, and the fresh blood spurting out dyed the surrounding walls red.
The few people who were not attacked mentally by Feng Qingyue could only be stabbed to death by the mad people in despair.
At the last moment of his life, Jing Song's direct subordinate called his boss to explain the situation on the scene to him.
Then the dagger stabbed into his neck.
Finally, the few people who had become mentally disturbed due to the mental attack gathered in a circle. Their eyes were dull and they mechanically waved their daggers like slaves forced into a duel.
Feng Qingyue lay on the door which had returned to normal, and watched the tragic scene outside through the peephole with relish.
In the dim corridor, a "good show" is being staged.
She even added to the drama for fun, betting on who would be the last one standing.
There was no one left alive in the bloodstained corridor.
Feng Qingyue looked at the bloodstains on the wall with some regret and licked her lips greedily.
What a pity...
I want to drink...
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