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Beswen's pupils shrank suddenly: "You mean the leader will..."

Tang Zixiu raised his hands and said scoundrelly: "I didn't. This is just a guess. After all, that guy's interests come first. Your friend is the only survivor in the Dead Zone, and his value is immeasurable... However, I didn't expect that he didn't take action immediately... …Is it possible that…”

He looked at Song Nan's obedient appearance and stroked his chin: "That guy was carried away by the beauty and wants to take his time?"

Song Nan noticed his strange look, tilted her head, and looked at him blankly with wide eyes.

Tang Zixiu saw him looking at him with his wide, watery blue eyes looking "poor and pitiful", and couldn't help but blush slightly. He tilted his head in embarrassment, revealing his earlobes that were also stained with red.

He stroked his chin and nodded seriously, thinking that it was possible for the leader to have such an idea.

Song Nan looked at him for a while and nodded, and for a while he puffed out his chest with confidence. Then he stared at his head, deeply doubting his mental state.

Tang Zixiu was shocked, and when he met his gaze, he immediately showed a bright smile, reached out and patted his head, and said gently: "Don't worry, if that guy really wants to do something to you, I will protect you. "

Song Nan was stunned, not understanding this person's brain circuit, but when he heard that it was beneficial to him, he politely responded: "Thank you, Captain Tang."

Tang Zixiu smiled warmly, with a hint of unknowing pride on his lips: "Beauty, just call me Zixiu."

Song Nan paused and smiled at him: "Okay, Zixiu."

Bei Siwen had been paying attention to his expression since he pretended to carelessly brush his face against Song Nan's face. As expected, this man had an impure mind.

She curled her lips and murmured in a low voice: "Bah, Pu Xin Man."

Tang Zixiu's smile faltered, and he turned his head to look at Bei Siwen, who looked contemptuous. He stretched out his hand and held her head down: "Member Bei, have you been a little slack in fighting recently? Go and practice with other members of the team. . It’s enough for the beauty to have me lead the way, and I will take good care of him.”

Beswen gritted her teeth, pulled out a dagger from her waist, handed it to Song Nan, and said solemnly: "Song Song, if he touches you, just stab him. Don't worry, a few knives won't kill him."

Before leaving, she raised her hand and pinched his cheek. She was quite worried about his safety. After warning Tang Zixiu repeatedly, she turned around and left.

Tang Zixiu waved goodbye to her kindly, and then patted Song Nan on the shoulder with a solemn expression: "Let's go, the research institute is in front, and it's also a place where I'll show you your body."

Song Nan nodded, his expression became serious, and he followed him into the pure white and oppressive high-rise building.

……

"Hello Captain Tang."

"Hello Captain Tang."

……

When the researchers in white coats saw Tang Zixiu's figure, they all nodded and then continued to stare at the materials in their hands and hurriedly passed by the corridor.

Tang Zixiu responded one by one without disturbing them, and took Song Nan directly to the laboratory at the end of the corridor.

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"Crack~"

Tang Zixiu opened the door and saw a slender figure, leading Song Nan quietly to his side. Following his line of sight, they looked at the tied corpse on the operating table in front of them.

The walking corpse was wearing shackles, and its limbs were tied to a pure white platform.

The skin on its upper body was peeled off perfectly, revealing the intact black organs underneath.

A mechanical arm connected to a transparent needle filled with red liquid stretched out, aimed at the dark heart of the zombie, stabbed it down, and then pushed all the liquid in the needle into the heart.

"Bang bang bang!"

I saw the walking corpse struggling hard, the operating table shaking violently, and a moment later, a ball of blood-red flames suddenly ignited, burning it up in an instant.

Tang Zixiu couldn't help but whistle: "Failed again?"

The man in a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses tilted his head and said indifferently: "Go and catch some stronger zombies and come back."

Tang Zixiu twitched the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You shouldn't say this to me, go find the leader."

The man frowned, raised his hand that was cold enough to see the cyan veins under the skin, and pushed up his glasses gently. Behind the lenses, dark red phoenix eyes looked sideways, and said in a cold voice: "Does the leader's order work for you?"

Tang Zixiu raised his eyebrows, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath: "No matter how annoying that guy is, he is still the leader."

The man remained silent, his thin red lips pursed tightly, dissatisfied with his behavior of smoking in the laboratory.

Tang Zixiu frowned and pulled Song Nan in front of him: "Don't talk about what he has or doesn't have, show him his body."

The man's gaze shifted and focused on Song Nan. After a moment, he said indifferently: "What's wrong with him? He has no special abilities. He is just an ordinary person."

Tang Zixiu paused, looking a little confused: "Chen Yu said that the energy in his body was suppressed by another energy. Take another look and be careful, otherwise I will tell them that you are not strong enough. You can check the problems that Chen Yu can detect. Not coming out.”

The man frowned slightly, stared at him with dark eyes, and responded calmly: "Then go out and I will check him."

Tang Zixiu smiled slightly, patted the man's shoulder familiarly, and walked out with peace of mind.

Song Nan was stunned, and when he met the man's inorganic eyes, he swallowed unconsciously.

The man glanced at his whole body, and then pointed to the operating table in front of him: "Lie down on it."

Song Nan frowned when he saw the ashes on the operating table, but he still walked over, swept away the ashes, and lay down obediently.

The man stood beside him expressionlessly, raised his hand and pressed it two or three centimeters below his belly button: "Don't be stupid, use your ability."

Song Nan remained silent and immediately released the chains, trying to mobilize the soul fire, but the soul fire seemed to be trapped in water and could not be released.

The man frowned and looked increasingly impatient: "This is just your ability to absorb external forces. I want you to use your original power."

Song Nan's pupils shrank and he asked blankly: "My original power?"

His mind went blank, and then he remembered that all his powers were given by others, such as the power of darkness given by the Pope, the power of the dead given by Yu Yuze... And he was indeed living a comfortable life. He didn't need to do anything, as long as Having those men around you will naturally resolve the crisis.

The man paused and gently pressed down with his fingertips. Hearing his soft cry of pain, he couldn't help but withdraw some strength: "Yes. Try to move this position and 'see' clearly what's inside. Everyone has his own energy, you try Give it a try.”

Song Nan nodded, then took a deep breath, his consciousness gradually sank, and he continued to sense the location of his guidance.

"噈~"

Suddenly, a small group of light quietly emerged.

"Can you see clearly what the energy looks like after it's embodied?" A cold voice sounded faintly.

Song Nan frowned and shook his head: "No, it's too vague."

He carefully observed the color and shape of the light, but the light seemed to be surrounded by thick fog. He could not see the shape clearly, and could only see dots of golden light reflected.

"click~"

A slight breaking sound suddenly sounded.

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and severe pain suddenly swept through his mind, causing him to tremble all over and curl up into a ball.

The man's pupils were slightly frightened by his sudden movement, and he also noticed something unusual about him.

He pursed his thin lips, and a faint fluorescent light appeared in his hand, covering his navel: "Relax."

Cold sweat overflowed from Song Nan's forehead. His long hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheeks. His pupils were also in a sluggish state. He unconsciously accepted everything the man gave him. He only felt a gentle energy invading his body and carefully blending into the mist. In the middle, it intersects with the light group, bringing bursts of comfort.

As time passed, the tense nerves gradually relaxed. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but he still unconsciously grabbed the man's clothes, showing a strong dependence.

The man glanced at the hand holding the hem of his clothes expressionlessly, turning his head to look at the transparent chains floating around and constantly vibrating.

In the chain, blue flames appeared and disappeared, and as the flames appeared, bursts of roars and rapid collisions suddenly came from the surrounding walls.

A dark light flashed in the man's eyes, he walked to the wall and pressed the red button on the side. The next second, the wall gradually turned transparent, revealing the terrifying interior.

I saw countless zombies pushing against each other, retreating backwards, huddled together, and impatiently moving away from the central operating table.

The man raised his hand to push the frame, turned around, and stared at the blue light on the chain, thoughtfully.