2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

After being implanted with blood thread, the remaining activity in Zhang Feiyu's brain was stimulated, and the consciousness uploading operation finally began. The emergency surgery of Phantom next to him was also proceeding in an orderly manner, and his vital signs gradually stabilized.

Considering that there was nothing else to do if he continued to stay, Yan Muyun planned to leave first.

The most important thing at the moment is to visit Zhang Zitong, who has been arrested by the police. After all, her psychology is now completely distorted. After the revenge plan she planned for so long failed, she may do something crazy and outrageous.

Just as Yan Muyun turned around, Jun Qianmian behind him suddenly called out to him: "Are you leaving now?"

"Be careful!" Wei Min, who was standing at the door, suddenly exclaimed.

A feeling of extreme danger came from behind, but Li Muyun stood there without moving at all, not even moving his head half an inch. Almost at the same time, a silver-white light curtain flashed behind his head, blocking the ferocious blood-stained bone spur that came without any warning.

"Are you sure you want to fight me here?"

Yan Muyun turned to look behind him, and his tone became a little cold.

To be honest, he had already foreseen the current scene, and was even a little surprised that Jun Qianmian could endure it for so long.

I have been disobedient twice today... It can even be said that I "slapped" the other party in the face.

For a cold-blooded paranoid who had held a high position in the dark world for decades, could decide the life and death of others at will, and had serious mental problems himself, Yan Muyun had never felt that the other party valued or feared him.

To put it bluntly, Jun Qian's good attitude towards him before was just for the sake of Zhang Feiyu and Zhang Xixue's father and daughter.

In the eyes of the other party, I am probably considered a junior with good luck and decent strength at best.

Even a really kind-hearted, kind and kind grandfather would probably not be able to help but beat up a little kid who twice took a knife and vowed, "If you don't buy me a toy, I'll stab you to death, you old wall lamp." A meal.

What's more, a lunatic like Jun Qianmian?

Of course Yan Muyun didn't want to do anything, and said coldly: "Let me remind you, I only need one thought to kill Zhang Feiyu's brain."

This threat did not achieve the desired effect. Jun Qianmian smiled, and smiled very happily: "Come on, kill him, come on, come on, do it, do it."

"Sure enough, you are insane. Just now you spared no effort to save people, but now you don't care about anything." Wei Min sighed with emotion and picked up the camera on his waist with his right hand.

"No, he just decided that Yan Muyun couldn't do it." Ye Buyu stuffed the ability suppressor into his sweater pocket, gathered up the hair on both sides of his face, and stuffed it into his hat.

Yes, Yan Muyun couldn't do it.

It would have been okay if he had just stood by and watched. After all, the two of them had old grudges and he had no obligation to save each other.

But destroying Zhang Feiyu's brain directly, and doing nothing and watching the last trace of the other person's consciousness disappear from the world, are two different concepts after all.

Even if Zhang Xixue was not mentioned, Yan Muyun would not be able to do such a thing.

"You're a good person, there's nothing you can do."

Jun Qianmian smiled happily, walked down the operating table step by step, stood in front of the silver light screen, and gently pressed his forehead against it: "Isn't it?"

Yan Muyun frowned slightly: "What about the ordinary people around here? I know you don't care about their life or death, but if they are affected, Zhang Feiyu's brain will still die."

"Don't worry, I'm very confident in my ability to control it and it won't affect them."

"But I can."

"No, neither will you."

Jun Qianmian shook his head and grinned in an exaggerated arc: "You are a good person, and good people will not affect innocent people. Good people... are destined to be bound by rules and regulations, and are destined to worry about 'justice' and 'morality' '...No matter what the circumstances, good people have to suffer some losses when facing evil people."

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing." After he finished speaking, Jun Qianmian's neck suddenly stretched out, like a hanged ghost in a horror game, his head hanging in the air, his black and white eyes looking past Yan Muyun towards the door:

"The two of you over there, please go out for a while. This is a private matter between him and me. If it's just me and him, it will be resolved quickly, but if there are outsiders involved, it might be a problem."

"Let's go." Ye Buyu didn't hesitate at all, turned around and pulled Wei Min's clothes out.

Wei Min was still a little confused: "Ah? Just leaving like this? Is it really okay?"

"If we don't leave, he will kill the medical staff who performed the surgery on the man covered in blood and turn them into 'blood food' to strengthen his own powers. His powers are very troublesome and we can't stop them. The rest Just leave it to Yan Muyun." Ye Buyu didn't even look back, and even closed the door behind him when he left.

"It's really convenient to be able to read minds. It saves me the need to threaten." Jun Qianmian sighed with emotion.

Normal people find mind reading convenient, generally because they can easily know what others are thinking. And he lamented that mind reading was convenient because the other party could know what he meant in advance without opening his mouth, which showed how strange this madman's thinking was.

"Come on, we're the only ones here now."

Jun Qianmian's neck was now three to four meters long, circling around Yan Muyun like a python, and he brought his face closer: "Try to see if you can kill me... Great Sage Yan? "

Yan Muyun made no move, just looked silently at the busy figures not far away who were operating on Phantom.

He had no reason to feel sad. Even if these people knew that they could be killed at any time, they had to complete their work meticulously while being afraid. As a weak person here, not to mention that he does not have the courage to "overturn the table", he simply does not have the qualifications to "overturn the table".

"Why, are you starting to be compassionate again?" Jun Qianmian noticed his gaze and suddenly laughed: "Do you think... they don't know how dangerous it is to work here? This is all of their own free will... ..Each of them has ulterior ideas, and these ideas happen to require money to be realized... There are gains and losses, and Black Umbrella and them are just exchanges of equal value."

"Is there something hateful about poor people? That may be the case here."

Yan Muyun withdrew his gaze, slowly raised his head, and looked at the head suspended in mid-air with cold eyes: "But hateful people must have pity? This is not necessarily the case, especially you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Qianmian's chest split open without warning, and his thick white ribs suddenly stretched out, like a giant spider preying on prey.

Yan Muyun seemed unable to dodge, and his entire body was swallowed directly into his body.

However, the next second, Jun Qianmian's chest suddenly swelled, growing bigger and bigger like a balloon, and finally burst with the light of the fire.

The scorching air waves spread in a circular shape in all directions. The medical staff performing surgeries on both sides were affected, and the medical equipment was shaken and rattled. Even the clothes of those who were close were on fire, but fortunately, with the help of people around, they extinguished the flames with a few blows with towels.

At this moment, Jun Qianmian had turned into a humanoid monster. Not only his ribs, but also his arms, thighs, and even his back. The sharp and pale bones pierced the flesh and blood, and actually wrapped his whole body, leaving no gaps.