Chapter 49 Don't Get Fainted
On the other hand, Tan Dong was eventually captured by Fu Zexun's men.
At this moment, she looked disheveled, with a lot of dust on her body and a few broken leaves in her hair. She had completely lost her previous image of a rather intimidating teacher.
Several people who were on the wanted list were taking out ropes and tying Tan Dong's hands and feet tightly.
One of them tied a knot around the ropes that bound Tan Dong's hands and feet, and before he could even straighten his back, he said, "Do you want to kill me?"
"But if Fu Zexun's plan is disrupted, will you be responsible?"
There are still people who advocate that Tan Dong should not be killed easily.
Even though their names and photos are all on the wanted list, there are actually very few people as poor and vicious as Fu Zexun.
Most of the mistakes they made were due to their unwillingness to return to being ordinary after they had awakened and gained abilities, and then they used their power to oppress ordinary people.
Although they had done countless evil things, they unexpectedly felt that if they really killed someone, it would mean that they had no way back and could only die on the same boat with Fu Zexun.
"What am I responsible for? My life?" The people who tied up Tan Dong smacked their lips, not knowing how to deal with her.
"So you won't kill me?"
"But if they don't want to kill us, then what's the point of us coming here?"
"How do I..." know.
It was just that I didn't want to stay with Fu Zexun, so I found an excuse to leave.
The thought flashed through his mind, and the person who was speaking was immediately spotted by Lu Xijun who was standing beside him and had a gun pointed at his head.
"What's wrong with you?" Xijun was still gentle and polite, even gentle.
However, the gun in his hand was pressed hard against the man's forehead.
Influenced by various dramas, people of the time understand the lethality of hot weapons. They also know that if they move, they will die on the spot. The man trembled and said quickly, "Don't kill me! I don't intend to kill this woman. We were just ordered by Fu Zexun to come here to fish. Let me go!"
However, there was a gentle smile on the corner of Xijun's mouth, and the Glock 17 in his hand was moved down in full view of the person pointed at by the gun.
The barrel of the gun passed over his nose, mouth, throat, heart, and finally moved to his thigh.
"Bang——" The sound of a gunshot exploded without any silencer.
With a clearly audible scream, Jun Xi threw the man who was obviously unable to escape aside.
He turned and walked towards Tan Dong who was tied up not far away.
In addition to being Jing Yunsong's teammate, Tan Dong is also Jing Xijun's teammate.
After graduation, they both chose to stay on to teach at the school. Jing Yunsong and Tan Dong were more suitable for the job and were eventually assigned to the second year of the Spiritual Department at the Elite Academy, while Li Xijun became the head teacher of the grade.
The teams formed by the academy's guidance are generally basic teams consisting of melee and long-range plus support.
But spiritualists generally develop in a hexagonal pattern, which means that one ability is considered the foundation of their lives, making other aspects less prominent.
For example, Jing Yunsong's melee ability, and Tan Dong's unique ability to digitize others.
The ability of Mr. Xi is more interesting, he can teleport.
It was precisely because of this ability that the person who was originally speaking was suddenly pointed a gun at the head by Lu Xijun.
Perhaps they didn't expect that the academy teacher, who symbolized decency, would suddenly open fire. When Lu Xijun did not use his ability but slowly walked towards Tan Dong, those who were originally discussing whether to kill Tan Dong couldn't help but shudder.
Some of them even took a few steps back involuntarily.
"What do you want to do?!"
Panic and fear coexisted, and no one knew whether Xijun, who had the Glock in his chest pocket, would clench his pistol in the next second and kill the person on the spot.
There is such a saying in the black market.
In today's society, a spiritual master who can hold a gun is like an official in ancient times who had the power to kill first and report later.
Assuming that this statement is correct, then Jun Xi can really kill all of those on the wanted list without affecting his career.
The wary Ruixi Jun simply walked to the side of Tan Dong.
The same black and gold clothing gave Tan Dong a great sense of security.
Previously, she had to face those wanted criminals who threatened to kill her all the time, which really brought her great psychological pressure.
Seeing his former teammates and current colleagues, Tan Dong couldn't help but feel scared. If he really died here, what would happen to the survivors?
Jun Xi untied the ropes that bound Tan Dong's hands and feet, and ignored the wanted criminals who were wary of him not far away.
He looked down at Tan Dong, his gentle, jade-like face full of seriousness.
I saw that Xijun said in a calm tone, "Wake up, it's time for us to catch the thief."
Tan Dong looked at the arm that Lu Xijun stretched out to him and shook it without hesitation.
The biggest advantage of digitizing other people's abilities is that Tan Dong can always stand in the back like a commander, commanding his teammates who are constantly charging forward, allowing them to accurately strike the throats of all enemies, and ultimately win victory for their side.
No one has forgotten the tacit understanding of cooperation that has been formed over the years.
Tan Dong directed Lu Xijun, saying something that no one could understand except his teammates: "9, 32, 1, 0."
This means that at the nine o'clock position, the opponent is at level twelve, and with just one shot, his mobility can be completely cut off.
Ruoxi Jun, who knew how to kill and defeat the enemy better than Tan Dong, didn't even look in that direction, but held the Glock and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the bullet hitting the shoulder and the subsequent scream reached Tan Dong's ears. She looked at the scene and saw those people retreating in fear because of Lu Xijun's overly neat actions, and suddenly she laughed.
It's like facing a ghost in the past.
Those guys always know how to pick on the weak and naturally set Tan Dong as their target of attack.
In the past, during the countless days of cooperation and battle, Jing Yunsong always stood by Tan Dong.
But they are no longer students, and Tan Dong is no longer the weakling who always failed physical education classes in high school due to his congenital deficiencies.
At that moment, in a one-on-one fight, she didn't think she would lose to a mere wanted criminal.
The scene of the burly man rushing towards Tan Dong made many students who came later feel worried for this slender teacher.
But who would have thought that Tan Dong not only did not dodge, but when the man rushed forward, he raised his leg and kicked the man in the stomach.
When the man fell backwards, Tan Dong moved quickly and stepped forward. She quickly stepped on the man's still waving hand, and when the man tried to hit Tan Dong's thigh with his other hand, Tan Dong stepped on his wrist with her foot and suddenly increased her strength.
There was a sound of cracking bones, and the man, who had tried to continue dancing, lost his strength due to the pain.
The intense pain made him struggle, like a drowning man, bursting out with tremendous strength.
But then Tan Dong stepped on his face with the sole of his shoe.
The force was so strong that the head, which was originally raised, hit the ground heavily with a dull thud.
The suffocation and pain, and the dizzy and powerless brain, make it difficult for men to continue thinking. The violent acts that do not care about the lives of others also scare men who still want to fight to the point that they can no longer muster the will to resist.
Even though her hair was messy, it was just that her neat ponytail was slightly off. At this moment, Tan Dong's eyes were sharp and bright, staring at the person who dared not resist anymore. Her red lips opened and closed, and cruel words came out of her mouth: "If you dare to move again, I will kill you——!"
She didn't have the confidence to face countless people who wanted to kill her alone.
In order to prevent what He Jingtong said from becoming reality, Tan Dong had to force himself to have a desire to survive.
But as long as life and death are no longer decided by others, Tan Dong is still an adult who has received seven years of supernatural education and has been a teacher for several years.
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the other side.
Fu Zexun looked at the wooden stick on his neck, and after a moment of surprise, he suddenly laughed.
Jing Yunsong didn't give Fu Zexun a chance to continue speaking. He pressed his neck with a wooden stick and slammed him against a burning tree.
The stench of burning fabric spread over, and soon, the stench of burning human flesh rushed straight to the tip of the nose.
"I won't kill you." Jing Yunsong looked at the pain on Fu Zexun's face with an indifferent expression, "People like you should go to the Spiritual Master Court, be spit on by countless students who once trusted you, and then accept the death penalty under the disgust and expectation of countless people."
"Cough cough." The existing internal injuries, coupled with the pain of the burning flames, made Fu Zexun cough uncontrollably.
“Imagination is nice, but I don’t think you can do it.”
"You can try it yourself to see if I can do it." Jing Yunsong tightened the stick. He looked at Fu Zexun's suffocating expression and sneered.
"No." Fu Zexun smiled, but the pain from his back made his face twisted.
Combined with this smile that should have been full of temptation, the expression on Fu Zexun's face seemed to have gone beyond the limits of what a human can express.
Jing Yunsong gave him another look of disgust.
Fu Zexun said nonchalantly: "None of you can kill me."
"If you choose to go down the mountain to rescue Tan Dong and let me take He Jingtong away, then maybe everything will be better." The glasses on Fu Zexun's face had been broken in the battle with Jing Yunsong.
At this moment, through the broken eye, Jing Yunsong inexplicably saw a glimpse of something in Fu Zexun's pupil...
No scruples.
——Why?
"What did you say?" Jing Yunsong once again tightened the stick in his hand, his face gradually becoming ugly.
"It's really hard to communicate with an idiot like you." Even though Fu Zexun had become as vicious as a lost dog, he could still spit on Jing Yunsong without any hesitation.
"Yes..." He Jingtong, who was unable to join the battle and was always unable to straighten his back due to various mental pressures, suddenly spoke.
His throat was not sure whether it was burned by the flames or was dry to begin with, but it was hoarse as if it was filled with sand. “You now… are not your true self, are you?”
Fu Zexun looked at He Jingtong, the light in his eyes was brighter than the blazing fire.
Jing Yunsong felt disgusted by this, and his instinct prompted him to loosen his grip and want to throw Fu Zexun away, but his reason made him hold the stick tightly.
He Jingtong continued, "The body you used during the opening test was a spirit.
The young man, who was in such a bad state that he could be sent to the hospital's ICU at any time, was so beautiful in Fu Zexun's eyes that he seemed like a glowing gift from God.
"In the beginning, when you escaped from the academy, there were more than a dozen spirits besieging Teacher Cui Tong. The illusion spirits at that time could only conceal themselves, so the spirits on your body could not be discovered by the teacher.
"But on the day of the first test, the humanoid spirit you controlled not only deceived the teachers again, but also entered Teacher Qu Shu's stealth space with us. Afterwards, you used the body of the spirit and tried to influence the students with words.
"But this time, you have been able to let your consciousness cover the humanoid spirit that you controlled, and let that humanoid spirit disguise itself through illusion, so that we can see the spirit as your true self——
"You are just a clone right now!" He Jingtong raised his voice, and when he said this, he resolutely clenched the Nine Passes, and before Jing Yunsong could react, he once again nailed the weapon into Fu Zexun's heart.
Fu Zexun's body was like foam, and once again turned into a point of light and dissipated.
But before it dissipated, he smiled, his expression still showing an unspeakable pain, but he stared at He Jingtong with his amazingly bright eyes and said, "This is the second time you've tried to kill me.
"Next time, you will come to me in person. Your eyes are as bright as the stars, but the darkness in them is as thick as the night and as gloomy as a swamp.
Full of silt.
Fu Zexun's last look even made Jing Yunsong inexplicably stunned where he was, unable to recover.
He Jingtong had no idea what the teacher was thinking. He only knew that he was exhausted both mentally and physically, and fell to the ground once again.
But before he fell completely, Jing Yunsong grabbed one end of the wooden stick and caught He Jingtong's falling body.
"Wait." Jing Yunsong quickly took the person into his arms. He turned his head to look at He Jingtong's pale face and asked, "You haven't explained to me what Fu Zexun meant before he called me stupid.
"Don't faint!
"...I just don't have the strength." He Jingtong said weakly.
Jing Yunsong heaved a sigh of relief and said, "If you don't have the strength, I'll carry you down the mountain.
"Trouble you." He Jingtong exhaled deeply, and when he was carried on Jing Yunsong's back and the latter also carried him and ran quickly down the mountain, He Jingtong said on his back, "There are at least six strange spirits with Teacher Tan Dong.
Jing Yunsong's body tensed up like a rock in an instant, but in the next second, he exploded with tremendous strength.
A blue light flashed in the flames, leaving only the mark of Jing Yunsong's shoe soles.
Recalling what happened during the opening test, Jing Yunsong also understood that it was impossible for Fu Zexun to be alone when he took action.
Fu Zexun, who was only accompanied by a white spirit, looked too leisurely.
Therefore, those spirits that were supposed to be with him were naturally sent to other places. !