The Psychic Girl

What No. 44 threw was not the distress bomb, but an aura bomb filled with fire elements that could interfere. Gradually, the remaining dim flames flashed in the boy's bright pupils. The boy who jumped off the tree was not angry, but murmured excitedly.

"I actually... I actually haven't given up yet! The human race is so interesting!!"

In fact, No. 44 was so seriously injured that he couldn't run far. With the boy's ability, he could easily find him again. But because of No. 44's persistence and patience, the boy felt unprecedented joy. He decided not to chase him. It seemed more fun not knowing what would happen next.

Besides, the boy was still expecting more important new prey to come to his door. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the denser grass on the side in front of him and curled his lips.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the place he was looking at was exactly where Ye Lianxi's spiritual consciousness was. This scared Ye Lianxi, who was spying with her spiritual consciousness, and she instantly retracted her gaze and immediately shrank her sight back to the front of her eyes, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?! What did you see? Tell me quickly?"

Gong Yimian, who had been waiting quietly on the side, saw her distracted look become clear, and only then did he dare to disturb her.

He knew that Ye Lianxi, who was quietly meditating, must be doing something with her ability as a psychic.

"I saw him! Number 207! He got his hunting card...! Now he is in the heart of this forest."

Judging from the view just now, there are tall trees all around, and Ye Lianxi concluded that No. 207 should be the center. This is indeed a difficult character to deal with. He seems to know everything.

As a spiritual master, No. 44 was actually not weak. The result of his license plate being taken away made Ye Lianxi a little worried. Just after entering the test site, many people had lost their license plates that night.

Looking at her own guard card number nine lying on the hay, she couldn't help but pick it up and began to check the current condition of number nine in the same way as before. She didn't know what happened to her guard card now.

Number 9? While waiting, Gong Yimian had a deep impression of Number 9. No! It should be said that everyone would have a deep impression of Number 9. He (she) was not tall, but his (her) whole body was wrapped from head to toe in a material like white gauze. He (she) walked like a zombie with his (her) hands and feet restricted. His (her) face could not be seen. It was really hard to ignore him (her)!

“It’s hard to tell whether Number Nine is a man or a woman, and I didn’t notice how much spiritual power he (she) has. Probably in the eyes of others, apart from us, he (she) is the only one who looks weak.

But he (she) is really strange, so strange that it makes people a little scared? "

Gong Yimian didn't know how to describe this feeling. Maybe it was because everyone knew very little about Number Nine, so they had a weird feeling?

"It was a woman. I could feel a very gentle energy around her. It wasn't strange. She seemed to be just protecting herself. In fact, instead of making us afraid of her, she was actually afraid of us."

Ye Lianxi, who had regained her spiritual consciousness, finally felt relieved. At this moment, No. 9 had buried herself five or six meters underground in a bush. With her shallow breathing, she was sleeping soundly in the soil with the wild animals in the surrounding underground caves.

Although there were several people fighting with weapons a few meters away from her, they kept making harsh noises and dazzling sparks flying in the dark night, but perhaps because she hadn't noticed it yet, she slept soundly, as if all the fighting above had nothing to do with her.

"Tomorrow I will go find No. 207 first and make sure she is safe. As long as I can protect No. and my own number plate, I will get six points. As for the hunting plate, I will think of a way! I have a hunch that even if I don't go find No. , he will come to find me..."

The moonlight outside the cave flickered, bringing a gentle breeze that gradually diluted the bloody smell in the air. Although the forest where they were located was vast, it was impossible for it to remain calm all the time if it could accommodate the reckless behavior of more than two hundred people for two days.

……

At this time, in a hilly area far away in the southern suburbs, a team had been camping there for more than half a month.

Ever since traces of Fang Jueqi's activities were discovered in this area, Ji Tianming has been tracking him here. After the political situation in the Three Kingdoms stabilized, he dropped everything and searched for Fang Jueqi for almost a hundred years, but he always missed him when he was just one step away.

He would be able to catch the person who killed her with his own hands. This knot had been piling up in Ji Tianming's heart, making him unable to sleep or eat.

Ji Tianming knew that the man, like him, had been searching for Fang Jueqi's whereabouts for the past hundred years.

Find Fang Jueqi, and then make him experience torture a hundred times what he had done to the girl, and use his flesh and blood and even his soul to commemorate the girl.

Who will do it first? It seems to have become a battle between him and that person.

But unlike that man who still had a vain obsession with resurrecting the girl, he wanted to finish what he still had a chance to do, which was to kill the murderer.

Ever since her death, Ji Tianming had been having the same dream over and over again. In the dream, she was lying pale in a pool of blood, and her blood-stained clothes had turned dark red, like blood lotuses blooming beautifully.

The cold wind wrapped around her body like a knife, floating in the air. Her waist-length hair was blown up by the wind, fluttering in disorder. No matter how hard Ji Tianming tried to reach out and hold her body as it gradually rose up, he could only touch her cold fingertips.

Ice-cold fingers without a trace of warmth.

The blood-red coat was cut into pieces and thrown into a pool of blood, fluttering in the wind. Such a light body seemed so fragile that it seemed to disappear at any moment. Everything in his sight became blurred, except for her. Only her slowly falling figure tore at his heart.

There were always many obstacles around him that prevented him from getting closer. Trapped in the same place, Ji Tianming could only watch her leaving over and over again.

She looked so weak, but even if Ji Tianming tried his best, he still couldn't touch her.

Intense remorse swept him like a storm. Every time he woke up from his dream in the dead of night, he would curl up in a corner of the bed like a wounded beast. As the monarch of the Three Heads, as the emperor of mankind, he achieved the great cause of revenge and restoration of the country, fulfilled his promise to Suche and all the people of the Three Heads, and finally lived up to the expectations of his family, but he lost the softest part of his heart, the most important person...