Chapter 57 Capture

He Jingtong finally left the hospital.

According to the doctor, "If the injury cannot be cured by conventional medical means, there is no point in staying in the hospital, and it will only take up beds."

His original intention was to lighten the atmosphere, but it made the faces of the two people except He Jingtong look much uglier.

He Jingtong said to himself nonchalantly: "The doctor just said that conventional medical methods cannot cure it."

"There are so many unconventional methods. Not every seriously injured spiritualist in the past can meet Qi Xueyi. If they can get better, then of course I can too."

However, words are like knives.

He Jingtong said these words with a calm face, and the protagonist of a typical hot-blooded boy's comic said these words with a sunny and enthusiastic tone, but they achieved two completely different results.

The former is like He Jingtong comforting them, while the latter is a kind of cognition that things should happen as they should.

But unfortunately, this sunny feature is destined to appear only in prophetic images.

He Jingtong tried his best but couldn't bring himself to make that expression.

Therefore, if we want to truly comfort these two teammates, there is no other solution except to completely repair He Jingtong's injuries.

And anything he said, including his true thoughts, would naturally be regarded as "forced".

He Jingtong was sent back to the dormitory by Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui.

Later, Qi Xueyi hurriedly said that he needed to find An Lai again, and Jian Zirui said that she needed to look at the Taoist books that were pressed in the suitcase.

Try to find some methods to heal He Jingtong through metaphysical means.

When the two left He Jingtong's dormitory, they felt a pain in their hearts when they saw him lying on the hospital bed with his chest still tied with white bandages.

He Jingtong smiled and waved at them.

After the two left, He Jingtong turned on the multi-view function and began to watch Fu Zexun's extreme escape drama.

After being targeted by the old man, Fu Zexun kept creating all kinds of false traces of his progress even when he was escaping frantically in the extensive sewers, but He Yunian was still able to accurately select the target.

He Yunian, with his gray hair, looks like an ordinary old man in good health.

But this ordinary old man had been able to accurately find Fu Zexun among several false disguises and forced him into a dead end.

At this time, Fu Zexun was walking on the road next to the sewer. To his right, ugly, unpurified sewage was constantly flowing.

Sweat trickled down his forehead into his eyes, and Fu Zexun couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He looked at He Yunian, who was walking as if taking a walk, and his deep voice echoed in the empty environment: "I think that no matter how dangerous I am, from the outside world's point of view, it should not be the time for you to take action."

"From this perspective, it is indeed true." He Yunian thought of the Supernatural Department of Sheng City next door, and without any vigilance towards Fu Zexun's actions, he nodded in agreement.

"But do you think that after living for so many years, I still can't get the inside information of the Psychic Department of the Elite Academy?" He Yunian asked the question in a way that sounded intimidating without even being angry.

A gleam of light flashed in the wrinkles at the corners of He Yunian's eyes. When Fu Zexun tried to see clearly, he found that He Yunian had appeared in front of him, with his knees half bent, and hit him in the abdomen with a palm.

Fu Zexun spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and his body slammed heavily into the wall of the sewer.

He still couldn't come to his senses. Why did he become a complete loser in just a moment?

Fu Zexun held onto the wall behind him and forced himself to stand up.

At this time, he was about five meters away from He Yunian.

It's like throwing away a broken jar, or like wanting to obtain intelligence even in the worst circumstances.

Fu Zexun spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs into the sewer next to him, and then said, "How did you do it?"

Just as Fu Zexun saw the trajectory of He Yunian's eye movements, his body not only flew out but also hit the wall.

When his whole body fell down, Fu Zexun realized that the old man was still standing there.

Originally they were about meters apart, but after he hit the wall, the distance between them was only five meters.

The smell of blood and the strange smell of the sewer spread throughout his body along with his heavy breathing. Fu Zexun frowned and looked at He Yunian who stood up again not far away.

"What do you think a spiritual master is?" The old man asked a question that made Fu Zexun and He Jingtong, who was watching, stunned for a moment.

"Will answering this question keep you from killing me?"

"No, but I can make your death more clean." He Yunian put his left hand behind his back and gestured with his right hand to Fu Zexun, asking him to answer quickly.

"What are spiritual masters?" Fu Zexun said without any emotion, "They are just a group of people who were lucky enough not to become alien spirits, and then regard alien spirits as their lifelong enemies."

"Do you think so?" He Yunian asked again in a questioning tone.

Fu Zexun, however, felt as if he had been seen through, because this conclusion was certainly not what he really thought.

This is just the kind of thought he should have when he is in this position where he is the enemy of the world.

It's like, work is not a liking, it's a necessity.

He Yunian's overly powerful aura was released again, and Fu Zexun's cold sweat left marks on the wall.

He knew that if he could not give He Yunian a satisfactory conclusion on this issue, then just as He Yunian said, even if he died, Fu Zexun would die in extreme pain.

"No! No!" Fu Zexun couldn't help but raise his voice. Unknowingly, he had fallen into a state of depravity both physically and mentally.

"A spiritual master is just... just..." Fu Zexun was unable to say anything.

The idea is right on my mind, but I just can't come up with an accurate answer.

When faced with the same question, He Jingtong immediately understood what answer He Yunian wanted.

"What is a spiritual master? Who cares what it is? I only know that I am a spiritual master."

I am in front and the spiritual master is behind.

This is not a serious question that requires a direct answer.

He Yunian was simply forcing Fu Zexun.

Scare him, crush his spirit, and hurt his body.

What are you talking about? Let Fu Zexun die simply. This statement does not exist at all.

Because no matter what answer he gave, the old man would show dissatisfaction, and before He Yunian showed satisfaction or dissatisfaction, Fu Zexun had to keep thinking about how he could please He Yunian and get a glimmer of hope of survival from him.

This is a small revenge by the grandfather after his unlucky grandson has been constantly persecuted.

Fu Zexun was obviously also dragged into the ditch.

Fu Zexun had never experienced the mental pressure that He Yunian brought to him.

Although Fu Zexun had already prepared for this before, some of the spiritualists were A-level, it was only because the current society was not prepared for S-level spiritualists...

Fu Zexun was still beaten so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back.

He even forgot that he initially just wanted to understand the gap between himself and He Yunian.

At this moment, Fu Zexun's mind was full of thoughts on how to save his life from He Yunian.

"It looks like you can't give an answer." He Yunian admired Fu Zexun's expression for a while. Because of his old age, his drooping eyelids blocked the light in his pupils.

The next second, He Yunian also made the starting move to attack Fu Zexun.

The latter immediately pressed hard against the wall behind him. Looking closely, one could still find Fu Zexun's complete fingerprints left there.

Then, the orange power burst out with great light, lighting up the dim sewer.

Some people will be driven to panic when faced with murderous intent, but some people will regain their composure when faced with a situation that they know is certain to end in death.

Fu Zexun is also such a person.

The sudden burst of orange light certainly could not affect He Yunian's eyes, but this power could allow Fu Zexun to move faster in the orange force field.

The so-called force field can only be countered by force field, and only under conditions of equal levels.

Facing He Yunian, Fu Zexun's force field, which required Jing Yunsong's explosive force field to fight back, was just like ordinary morning mist.

He Yunian walked in it, and this power could not even corrode the material of his ordinary Zhongshan suit.

With extremely rational judgment, Fu Zexun decisively gave up escaping from He Yunian.

No matter what kind of power he unleashed, the moment he approached He Yunian and tried to escape, Fu Zexun would face death in the true sense.

The surging hormones in his kidneys and his extremely calm mentality made Fu Zexun choose to blow up the sewer.

Orange power continued to form, and fist-sized soul bombs, which He Yunian mistakenly thought were attacks directed at himself, were finally all aimed at Fu Zexun's head.

Amid the continuous loud explosions, gravel kept passing through He Yunian's eyes.

Finally, Fu Zexun, who was still standing in the same place, gathered his strength in his feet and stepped hard on the wall where his fingerprints were left.

He used his inertia and strength to jump higher, and after two jumps, he had disappeared from the spot.

He Yunian was still standing in the sewer and suddenly laughed out loud.

“Smart, sure, but that’s all it is.

The lack of strength, the so-called intelligence, and the extreme calmness that erupted in the face of a desperate death crisis were all so ridiculous that they seemed like a joke.

At this time, He Yunian, who was standing in the sewer, and He Jingtong, who had sat up from the bed, had the same expression on their faces.

Indifferent and cold.

He Yunian did not choose to chase after him from the hole that Fu Zexun had dug. Instead, he walked towards the stairs that he had taken to the sewer.

The movements are neither hurried nor hurried.

On the ground, from the moment He Yunian chose to turn around and leave, Fu Zexun's orange power continued to attack the sewer along the hole he had blown.

The continuous explosions attracted the people who had been waiting here since early morning.

They looked at the desperate Fu Zexun, smiled and said, "We are so lucky.

He Yunian chose to enter the sewer not because he was really provoked by Fu Zexun. He just wanted to take a small revenge on his eldest grandson who was still lying in the hospital bed.

The He family gathered above are the real catchers. !