black tower

Zhao Hongguang didn't know why Ling Feng took himself to meet Han Jun, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

The senior management of the Tower District had an ambiguous attitude towards Han Jun. Although the gentle and kind CEO persuaded him not to be impatient, they would come up with the most appropriate way to deal with Han Jun's problem, but Zhao Hongguang understood that, just like Han Jun was imprisoned in the black tower desperately, and was forced to live as a "hero" in the tower area, so the other party's life and death this time must also be related to the interests of the tower area.

What's worse is that Han Jun seems to have lost his use value for the tower area. What Lin Shaoan said before is enough to prove his own thoughts.

Zhao Hongguang felt tormented in his heart. He stared at Ling Feng's back and remembered that the first time he came to the Black Tower, he was the one who had agreed to take him in.

"Captain Ling, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask." Ling Feng never went to the medical center on the upper floor of the black tower to change his dressings. After he took Zhao Hongguang into the black tower, he led him directly to the cell built at the bottom of the black tower.

"Why are you willing to take me to meet Han Jun?" Zhao Hongguang thought that with Ling Feng's usual attitude towards Han Jun, the other party might be the person who most wanted him to die quickly in the entire tower area.

Ling Feng didn't stop his steps, he said without looking back: "Don't you hope he can live?"

"Yes. I hope he can live. Of course, all of this is out of my own selfishness." Zhao Hongguang chuckled. Before that, he had never denied his affection and love for Han Jun, but now he He even confessed his unchanging special feelings for Han Jun at the moment. He raised his head, just in time to see the circular corridor above his head hidden in the darkness, endless and futile.

"He almost killed you." Ling Feng continued to walk down. The ancient black tower did not introduce the most advanced technological factors like the white tower. They needed to continue down this diametrically opposite circular corridor.

"Captain Ling, you should know better than me. If he really wants to kill me, or kill you, there won't be a scene where we can still talk together today." Zhao Hongguang's eyes sank slightly , others are reprimanding Han Jun for being ruthless and killing his former comrades-in-arms. It can only be blamed that they don't know enough about Han Jun's strength.

Ling Feng subconsciously raised his hand to touch his scarred neck. Although he underwent vocal cord replacement surgery, it was difficult for his voice to return to the previous level.

The deep and hoarse voice, like this scar, will be a shame in his life, as long as he opens his mouth, he will inevitably think of who made him become like this.

"Similarly, if I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't have just shot him in the leg." Ling Feng turned his head slowly, showing a sinister smile at Zhao Hongguang, who hated Han Jun after all.

The metal gate made of special materials not only imprisoned the prisoner in the cell, but also perfectly isolated the pheromones of the supernatural beings by the magnetic field it generated, and could block any form of spiritual communication.

Han Jun, who was locked behind this door, was like a tiger whose claws and claws had been pulled out, and it was difficult for him to even groan.

"Captain Ling!" The sentries who were in charge of guarding the door immediately stood up straight when they saw Ling Feng, and raised their hands to him.

Ling Feng took out a cigarette with his left hand and held it between his lips, and after lighting it calmly, he raised his chin forward to signal them to open the door.

Zhao Hongguang couldn't wait to see Han Jun at this time, but even though he was already an S0 guide, it was difficult for his mental tentacles to break through the fully closed metal door in front of him and enter it.

"Captain, you can go in, but he is the chief guide..." The guard looked at Zhao Hongguang rather embarrassed. The Black Tower Management Center specially issued an order to them to prohibit other people from visiting Han Jun at will. Ling Feng was the leader of the guards. , Of course they will not stop each other, but Zhao Hongguang should not appear here.

"Stop talking nonsense, open the door." Ling Feng took a puff of cigarette, his usual right hand was hanging by his side, if it was changed before, he might have raised his hand to give this naive guard a slap in the face.

Another guard who has been serving in the guardian knows Ling Feng's temper. Compared with Han Jun, who is usually bright and generous, this stern captain Ling is not the kind of person who can be reasoned with.

He quickly kicked his companion to prevent him from angering Ling Feng, and as Han Jun's former subordinate, he also hoped that the chief guide behind Ling Feng could bring Han Jun a chance.

"Please wait a moment." The older guard pulled his companion and turned around to start unlocking the door. This door requires a fingerprint lock and an electronic lock to activate, and the fingerprint lock will be reset every day according to the status of the guard on that day.

As the metal door slowly opened, the Sentinel element that Zhao Hongguang was familiar with finally reappeared, but this time, the sadness of the Sentinel element became more intense.

The severe damage to the spiritual sea caused Han Jun's five senses to be deactivated, and at the same time reduced his ability to interact with pheromones as a supernatural being.

It wasn't until Ling Feng and Zhao Hongguang walked in front of Han Jun that he finally discerned the unpleasant scent of sentinels and the nostalgic scent of wizards from the air.

"Uh..." Han Jun, who just woke up from a brief coma, raised his head. He tried his best to open his eyes, but he couldn't quite see Ling Feng and Zhao Hongguang standing in front of him.

"Uncle!" Zhao Hongguang immediately stepped forward the moment he saw Han Jun's miserable state. He had already been mentally prepared, but when he saw Han Jun's bruised and weak appearance, he still turned red immediately. Eye sockets were closed, and when he realized that the opponent's palm and wrist bones had been nailed with iron nails as thick as knuckles, he immediately became furious.

"Did you do this, Captain Ling?!" At this moment, Zhao Hongguang completely forgot that he came in thanks to Ling Feng's blessing.

Ling Feng squatted down, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch the iron nail that was nailed into Han Jun's palm, and then said with some regret: "I just asked my subordinates to strengthen supervision on Han Jun, after all, you also know that your Han Jun Uncle is a master at escaping. When you first came to the Black Tower, didn’t you happen to meet him running out of the ward with bare buttocks and fighting with me? Oh, but I didn’t expect them to come up with such a way. "

After speaking, Ling Feng pulled down the cloth strip that Han Jun was clenched in his mouth. He guessed that the other party must also want to say something.

Sure enough, after struggling to swallow a mouthful of bloody spittle, Han Jun cheered up and smiled lightly at Ling Feng: "Ling Feng...your subordinates are as stupid as you are! I don’t know how to start from the bones, where I’ve been busy for a long time, and I have to rely on my father to teach them to nail me to the wall. Hahahaha..."

"Uncle!" Hearing Han Jun choking Ling Feng so much, Zhao Hongguang couldn't be happy at all. After he saw the other party's blood-stained palm clearly, his heart ached even more.

"Damn it, you're still so mean-spirited when you're about to die. It seems that Wings of Liberty has really cultivated a sufficiently 'excellent' sentinel." Ling Feng snorted coldly and gave Han Jun a blank look. His combat effectiveness as an S0-level sentinel is poor.

"Uncle, you won't die. Plead guilty, and I will find a way to save you." Zhao Hongguang said quickly, he didn't want Han Jun to be so desperate, and he didn't want to see him in such pain.

Ling Feng took a puff of cigarette, and after slowly exhaling a smoke ring, he smiled at Zhao Hongguang, "Why don't you ask Han Jun if he wants to die?"

"Captain Ling, I'm very grateful for you bringing me in. But can you stop talking about it now?" Zhao Hongguang's tone changed, and he was not very happy.

"Xiaoguang...don't save me this time." Han Jun listened to the conversation between Zhao Hongguang and Ling Feng in a daze. Although he and Ling Feng hated each other, the other party seemed to understand his situation better than Zhao Hongguang. Of course, it is also possible that Zhao Hongguang already knew what he was thinking, but he just didn't want to let it go.

"Hear it, guide Zhao Hongguang, he himself knows that he has sinned deeply and is not worthy of living in this world. I brought you here just to do a good deed within my ability and let you see him for the last time. As for those Childish thoughts, I advise you to accept it. Han Jun’s crimes cannot be pardoned just by saying a few good words for him.” Ling Feng casually shook the soot on the wet ground, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it. It can be seen that the Tower District deliberately imprisoned the seriously injured Han Jun in such an isolated place, isn't it equivalent to sentence him to death in disguise?

"Uh..." As the ruins of the spiritual barrier began to slowly collapse again, the severe pain that pervaded the entire spiritual sea made Han Jun feel unbearably painful again. He stopped talking, trying not to let Zhao Hongguang see his painful appearance. , "Xiaoguang, please, let's go. Don't come to see me...I have no regrets."

"His spiritual world has collapsed like that. It doesn't make much sense whether you can save him or not." Ling Feng also saw the scene where Han Jun's broken spiritual barrier began to collapse. With this appearance, he would probably ask Fu Tiantian to kill him immediately, why should he live to endure this endless torture?

Zhao Hongguang immediately released his spiritual tentacles, and then cautiously penetrated into Han Jun's spiritual sea that had no barrier protection.

He stretched out his hands to hold Han Jun's sweaty cheeks, and the immaturity and hesitation in his words had long since disappeared: "I won't leave you behind, trust me."

"But I can't be saved! Ah..." Han Jun's body trembled suddenly, and as the pain in the spiritual sea intensified, he finally couldn't help but let out a shrill howl of pain.

Zhao Hongguang endured the grief in his heart and continued to control his spiritual tentacles. Han Jun could give up, but he couldn't.

The spiritual tentacles he released are brighter and denser than before. When they enter Han Jun's spiritual sea, the first thing they need to do is to wash away the black quantum matter that almost covers the opponent's entire spiritual sea. .And after coming into contact with the black matter tightly covering Han Jun's spiritual sea, Zhao Hongguang realized that these things might come from a certain powerful spiritual force, it was they that destroyed Han Jun's spiritual sea, and continued to stubbornly occupy it, Prevent the other party from any possibility of self-healing.

Ling Feng stood quietly aside, smoking a cigarette while admiring Zhao Hongguang's superb mental recovery skills.

Such powerful spiritual tentacles, such pure spiritual power, among all the guides Ling Feng had met, only Wei Chen could match them.

Although Zhao Hongguang's mental power is already strong enough, the dark substances attached to Han Jun's spiritual sea are surprisingly tenacious and even vicious. It crashed into Han Jun's damaged barrier.

"Ugh!" The direct damage to the barrier brought even more severe pain to Han Jun. He even hoped that his barrier would collapse completely as soon as possible, so that even if it would cause him to fall into a vegetative state with no five senses, he would continue like this Enduring endless torture is good.

Han Jun's reaction made Zhao Hongguang afraid to continue for a while, he had to stop the mental recovery of Han Jun, and looked at the other party in despair and screamed.

"I don't think he can wait for the Tower District to pronounce and execute him." Ling Feng murmured and lowered his eyes. He found in frustration that Han Jun's miserable state didn't seem to make him much happy, but made him a little bit depressed.Ling Feng felt that it was not a decent way for a top sentinel to die because his spiritual sea was damaged and difficult to repair.

"I won't let the tower area execute him!" Although Zhao Hongguang was temporarily unable to repair Han Jun's spirit, he then manipulated the spirit tentacles to slowly cover Han Jun's remaining spiritual barrier base, so that , the dark matter that was stripped away by him before can no longer attack the opponent, and all the attacks are borne by himself for Han Jun.

Sharp stinging, very uncomfortable.This was Zhao Hongguang's first feeling after being attacked by the dark matter floating in Han Jun's spiritual sea.

However, because Zhao Hongguang is a much more powerful guide than the sentinel's mental power, such damage is not unbearable to him, and after he strengthens the armor of the mental tentacles, the damage of those dark matter attacks is also It weakened a lot at once.

Ling Feng agreed with Zhao Hongguang's quick decision, but the problem is that Zhao Hongguang can't stay by Han Jun's side to protect him with his spiritual tentacles, so when Zhao Hongguang leaves this cell, Han Jun will probably continue to Be attacked by those dark matter until death.

"Captain Ling, I want to save Han Jun. Can you help me?" Zhao Hongguang hugged Han Jun, and the other party gradually stopped convulsing, but his consciousness was still not so clear because of the severe pain he had just suffered.

"Why?" Ling Feng sneered. He spat the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Senior Wei Chen also hopes that Han Jun can survive. His spiritual power is still in Han Jun's spiritual barrier, supporting this crumbling black tower." Just as Zhao Hongguang gently covered Han Jun's spiritual barrier with his spiritual tentacles At the moment of the pedestal, he felt a trace of familiar spiritual power hidden in it, which was the spiritual power he encountered when he repaired the barrier for Han Jun for the first time, but this time, this power was already very weak, weak It may disappear completely at any time.

"Hahahaha..." Ling Feng laughed suddenly, he didn't think about whether what Zhao Hongguang said was true or not, because he really believed that Wei Chen was a man who wanted to help Han Jun even after his death.

"Wei Chen must have been willing to be killed by Han Jun." Ling Feng sighed softly, then turned his head and looked coldly at Han Jun who was so uncomfortable that his face was covered in cold sweat. He still remembered Han Jun The look in his eyes when he told himself that he killed Wei Chen was definitely not joy, but deep pain, just like now.

"So, how do you want me to help you? Oh, I won't help you escape from prison."