Chapter 160: Calm Paranoia

Chapter 162 Calm Paranoia

"What!? You said that there were five of you, and you were all holding knives, but you were all killed by a little girl in high school!?"

On the side of the rainy street, the gangsters who had been chasing Xing Mosi were standing together dejectedly.

They all had minor or serious injuries on their bodies.

As for the leader, he just took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Uh, yes, that girl seems to have been trained and can hit people very hard. We are no match for her."

The gangster's leader half bent over and explained in a low voice to the mobile phone.

"Have you practiced! What are you practicing, hard qigong? You can fight five with one! Waste is waste, don't make excuses for yourself! Pack your things and get out of here immediately, get out of Luotai City! If you let me see you again in the future You bear the consequences at your own risk!"

On the phone, a man's voice angrily gave an order, and then simply hung up the communication.

The gangster's leader had a bruised face and swallowed while holding the hot cell phone in his hand.

After a long time, he put the phone back in his pocket.

At this time, a yellow-haired gangster sneaked up to the leader.

Then he lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Bao, why don't we tell the boss the real situation?"

"The real situation, what real situation, that all five of us were beaten by a cat?"

The gangster who was called Brother Leopard raised his head and slapped the person with his backhand.

"Believe it or not, if I dare to say this, we will be sunk into the Eel River today. The boss will think that we are treating him like an idiot, you know!"

"I know, I know, I know."

The gangster who was slapped covered his red face with his hands and staggered to the side.

At the same time, Brother Bao also looked around at everyone present: "What happened today is rotten in your stomach. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, don't blame me for turning against others! Do you hear me clearly?"

"Clear."

"Clear."

"It's all clear."

Fragmented responses sounded.

At this moment, no one knows. After this rain passes, a legend called "Nvliu Dragon" will gradually be born in the underworld of Luotai City.

…

On the other side, there is the Psionics Management Office, in the underground training ground of the headquarters.

For a pure underground space, this training ground is undoubtedly extremely spacious. It's about the size of half a football field in front and back, and is covered with tiles on all sides to isolate psychic energy.

The walls and pillars are made of extremely high-strength metal materials, which are strong enough to withstand the blasts of some solid bombs.

A slightly dazzling light fell from overhead, illuminating the entire space without any shadows.

Zhuang Yuan stood in the center of the training ground. Today was her first time receiving training from the headquarters of the Spirit Control Department.

On the third day after being separated from Jiang Sheng, the girl was urgently handed over to a special team in Beijing City.

This time, she came to test her abilities.

It is worth mentioning that the girl's appearance has also undergone tremendous changes.

Her disheveled hair has been combed up, and she no longer looks as gloomy and timid as before.

The overly long bangs were also moved to one side, revealing a pair of cold and soft eyes.

The girl was wearing a white hospital gown, which seemed to blend in with the equally pure white training ground. There was a medical mask on her delicate face, half covering her handsome but lifeless face.

‘So, Jiang Sheng is not dead yet, he just went after Three Thousand Resentments. ’

Standing silently in the empty training ground, the girl listened to the information the instructor told her, raised her hand and typed a line of text on her mobile phone.

"That's right."

The instructor responsible for training the girl nodded.

'Well, I'll find it. ’

Zhuang Yuan continued typing.

"What can you do if you find it?"

The instructor looked at the girl's firm eyes and frowned slightly.

‘Convince it to take revenge with me. ’

Zhuang Yuan typed out a line of bytes again.

When the instructor saw this, his expression improved.

"Then, you need training."

'certainly. ’

Zhuang Yuan put away his cell phone expressionlessly.

Then, she took off the mask with her hands. Underneath was revealed, it was unclear whether it was cold or sickly, delicate or handsome, beautiful or charming.

"break."

I saw the black-haired girl gently opening her thin lips and spitting out the simplest word.

Then, the other end of the training ground.

There was a violent explosion and collapse.

…

At the same time, in Kawatani City, there was a special research institute about black cats.

A young woman wearing a formal suit and a researcher's coat was sitting alone in front of a dark and deserted experimental table.

She is Yang Momo's sister, Yang Anjing.

Just now, she received the news that Yang Momo had died due to a psychic crime.

No specific information.

Information about the criminal cannot be disclosed.

The body cannot be sent back.

"Are you kidding..."

Yang Anjing held the phone with his hand and lowered his head to calm the fluctuations in his heart.

The veins on her forehead popped out, and her gold-rimmed glasses almost fell off the tip of her nose.

His paranoid personality makes him unable to extricate himself from the emotions that are on the verge of collapse.

"What a joke."

After a long time, the woman slowly raised her head.

At this moment, her hair was messy, the veins on her forehead were prominent and beating, but her expression was unusually calm.

"The curse cultivation plan, haha, it's meaningless."

He threw a newly printed document into the shredder.

Yang Jingjing took a deep breath, raised her hand to adjust her tilted glasses, and then adjusted the buttons of her shirt.

Her temperament returned to indifference, a kind of rigor and persistence that could not be distorted.

In the light and shadow, the woman's three-dimensional facial features are particularly profoundly depicted, and her wavy long hair is gently draped over her shoulders, silently seeming to have a mysterious and eerie charm.

A white shirt and black trousers outline simple and elegant lines.

The scholar's calm thinking was now filled with chills, accompanied by an indescribable concentration.

"I want spiritual energy to disappear from this world."

Yang Jingjing murmured to himself.

"I want the spirit to disappear from this world, you bastards."