Until this time, Zhao Lin still had not given up her intention to win Yang Fan over to their Wang family's warship.
She is becoming more and more optimistic about Yang Fan now.
In the eyes of everyone, there was no end to the situation. Either kill, let go, or directly transfer to their Taikang Wang family for protection. There was no fourth way to go.
But now, just because of a hypnosis technique that Yang Fan mastered, the original dead situation had such a huge reversal that he actually walked out of the fourth path.
More importantly, this fourth way, even in Zhao Lin's opinion, is a very good choice. If done properly, it may not be a perfect way to survive.
However, it is not that easy to make everything perfect and seamless. Can Yang Fan really do it
Looking up, Zhao Lin couldn't help but admire Yang Fan's brilliance in hypnosis when she saw that Er Shao Chen was still in an illusion without realizing it.
With just a raise of his hand, he can make a person lose his mind and draw a knife on his own people. This kind of hypnosis is not only brilliant, but also terrifying.
Spiritualists are indeed not very good people. If you are not careful when dealing with them, you can easily fall into their trap.
Zhao Lin sighed inwardly, marveling at Yang Fan's mastery and power of mental hypnosis, and marveling at Chen Ershao's ignorance and lack of strength.
However, she herself could not have imagined that not only Chen Jingsheng was unable to withstand Yang Fan's mental attack, but she and her husband Wang Zhihe were also unknowingly falling into Yang Fan's ways and fell into Yang Fan's trap. Charm skills.
It's just like Chen Jingsheng, they are all in the game without knowing it, and they are extremely confident in their own cultivation, thinking that their martial arts will is invincible. No matter how strong Yang Fan's mental power is, as long as he does not enter the spiritual master realm, he will Don't even think about invading their soul consciousness.
Therefore, until now, Zhao Lin has not noticed anything unusual, but her heart is full of endless affection for Yang Fan. No matter how pleasing this child is, she will habitually want to pull Yang Fan into her own camp.
Yang Fan smiled at her, shook his head and declined: "Thank you Aunt Zhao for your kindness, but this junior is about to take the college entrance examination, and I haven't considered which force to join at the moment. I hope you can understand."
"It's not urgent." Zhao Lin said magnanimously: "Auntie just wants to form a good relationship. It won't be too late for us to discuss this issue after you graduate from the Federal Wuhan University or the Beijing Wuhan University."
Between words, it seemed that Yang Fan would definitely be able to enter the two most powerful universities in the federation.
On the other side, without Yang Fan's orders, Chen Jingsheng, who wanted to keep the secret and survive, was already calling his close friends and began to delete the surveillance and clean up the front and rear. In less than three minutes, all the people outside the Sword Discussion Hall were removed. All traces have been cleaned up.
Yang Fan raised his hand and patted his head, and said softly: "Good boy, remember, you have never seen us today. If we meet again in the future, we will treat us as strangers."
Second Young Master Chen nodded eagerly.
Then, Yang Fan glanced at the dozens of corpses on the ground, shook his head slightly, and sighed somewhat in his heart.
Among these people, those with the lowest level of cultivation are all eighth-level martial artists, who can barely be considered elite warriors among the human race. If they go out to hunt monsters in the city, one person can fight against a group of monsters at level 4 and below. .
But now, they did not die on the battlefield of the decisive battle with the monsters, but died here in such a wretched manner, with no value at all, and not even a splash of waves. It was a pity.
The bad roots in humanity, humanity, and human nature will never be completely eradicated.
When will the internal fighting end
It was a pity for Yang Fan to learn, but he did not regret it. After all, if these people did not die, then he and the team members behind him would most likely be in bad luck. Let him use his life and the lives of his team members in exchange for a few big players. He couldn't bear the life of someone else's lackey.
"If you come out to fool around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later."
Yang Fan shook his head and was no longer nostalgic. After thanking Zhao Lin and saying goodbye, he led Chu Feiyun and others directly out of the Sword Hall, avoiding the surveillance cameras in the corridor along the way, and returned to their South China martial arts without any rest. Among the school’s cabins.
Watching Yang Fan and others leave, Chen Jingsheng's body went limp and he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
He didn't expect that Yang Fan would let him go so easily, and he finally came back with his life.
Er Shao Chen lowered his head sadly and looked around at the corpses of the guards surrounding him, and said softly: "Don't worry, I owe you this time. Your family will be treated kindly by me in the future. If so, you will have deserved your death."
Taking a long breath, Chen Jingsheng struggled to get up from the ground. Only then did he realize that his pants had been completely wet from unknown time, and he was stinking of urine.
Chen Ershao's face was filled with embarrassment. He staggered up and slipped out of the sword discussion hall. Under the panicked eyes of all passers-by, he quickly returned to his cabin.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then drank a whole bottle of red wine to calm my mind.
"Huh, I finally escaped!"
"But we still have to find a way to get rid of dad... Oops! It's serious to delete all the pictures he recorded from that bastard Yang Fan. Otherwise, won't I never have peace in the future?"
After his mind calmed down, Chen Jingsheng's thoughts gradually returned. The murderous and evil thoughts in his body could no longer be controlled and began to emerge little by little. The inexplicable goodwill towards Yang Fan in his mind began to gradually melt away.
"If it doesn't work, let Grandpa Chen Chuan take action. He is a strong man at the peak of the Grandmaster level. If he wants to kill several middle school students of the third and fourth level martial arts masters in an instant, it will take no effort at all. He will definitely be able to do it without any reaction from them. If so, kill everyone!"
"And this matter should be done sooner rather than later. The later it is, the more likely it is that the video will be exposed." The more he thought about it, the more impatient and impatient Chen Jingsheng became, "Now, immediately, immediately, not even for a second." No more waiting!”
Chen Jingsheng suddenly jumped up from the sofa, raised his hand to pick up his smart brain communication, and soon searched for Chen Chuan's communication number in the dense communication list.
Chen Chuan is one of the three powerful escorts on this inter-provincial airship. He is the pinnacle of the Grandmaster and Chen Jingsheng’s uncle. On weekdays, the relationship between grandfather and grandson is relatively familiar, so when Chen Jingsheng encounters trouble, he is the first to do so. I immediately thought of Chen Chuan.
Chen Jingsheng had a ferocious look on his face and stretched out his finger to click on Chen Chuan's name.
At this time, his sea of consciousness suddenly shook slightly, and a faint spiritual power filled with dark colors suddenly burst out and spread out. In just a moment, it surrounded his entire sea of consciousness.
Chen Jingsheng's raised right index finger paused and froze in mid-air.
The expression on his face quickly became dark, low, and depressed, as if he was suddenly confused. He couldn't figure out many things, was sentimental, sad, and even had tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"What's wrong with me?"
Chen Jingsheng seemed to realize something was wrong, and he wanted to shake his head to clear his head.
But the more he shook, the more drowsy his head felt, and his body seemed to be completely out of control. He actually got up and ran towards the clothes hanger on the bed, where the runes that he had just killed Chen Jie's people hung on. Sword.
"Chen Jie and the others are all dead!"
"I killed them by mistake!"
"I deserve to die! I'm not a human being! I have to atone for their deaths! Yes, I have to go to the underworld in person to apologize to them and beg for their forgiveness!"
Holding the sword in his hand, Chen Jingsheng began to make random gestures and muttered to himself loudly, and finally he put the sword horizontally and put it on his neck.
He looked like he was drunk and going crazy.
Within Chen Jingsheng's consciousness, his own spiritual consciousness was like a spectator, watching everything that happened in front of him anxiously, but he had no power to stop it.
"What's wrong with me? Why is it like this? Is it because of that bottle of wine?"
"Damn it, put that sword down quickly. Why are you holding a sword when you're drunk? Are you looking for death?"
"No, no, no, don't! Don't put the sword around your neck. I haven't lived enough, I can't die!"
"Wake up quickly! Chen Jingsheng, you should wake up soon!"
Chen Jingsheng's consciousness roared anxiously in his mind, watching his own body wielding his favorite sword, looking at his neck bit by bit.
Chen Jingsheng's heart was filled with despair. He didn't know what was going on. At this moment, his body was no longer under his control at all, as if it had been taken over by another person.
And this person is now viciously trying to kill him, and is faking a natural death.
"who is it!"
"Who is harming me?"
"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!!"
"Yang Fan, is that you?! I've already called you dad, what else do you want, don't just kill them all, okay?!"
"I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have evil thoughts in my heart, and I shouldn't think about killing people and silencing them. Can you let me go? Father Yang Fan, can you let me go?"
In the sea of consciousness, Chen Jingsheng was like a madman, kneeling on the ground without dignity, kowtowing and begging, but unfortunately, no one responded to his question.
His hands holding the sword, without any pause, moved steadily and powerfully towards the throat on his neck.
puff!
A stream of blood burst out.
Chen Jingsheng's consciousness screamed in his mind, but his body fell straight backwards and sank.
His breathing was blocked, his heart gradually stopped, and the world in his sea of consciousness also became dim and collapsed bit by bit, and the entire world was constantly falling and annihilating.
"Who is harming me!!"
This was the last roar of Chen Jingsheng's independent consciousness in the sea of consciousness. Until his body died and his consciousness was destroyed, he didn't know whose hands he died in.
thump!
The sound of the corpse falling to the ground shook the whole ground slightly. Zhao Lin held her son's little hand and slowly passed by the hatch outside.
Smelling the bloody smell in the room, Zhao Lin looked out for her own energy and blood fluctuations without changing her expression, forced through the shielding formation on the cabin door, and saw the scene inside Chen Ershao's cabin at a glance.
"He's really dead!"
Zhao Lin's face flashed with a hint of understanding and a hint of surprise.
Although she had some expectations in her mind before and felt that Yang Fan should have some backup plans, when she actually saw and confirmed that Chen Ershao was dead, she was still somewhat surprised.
"The killing was decisive and thoughtful. It really did not disappoint me."
Zhao Lin held Wang Yuansheng's little hand and walked past him as if nothing had happened. The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, revealing a faint smile.
"Originally, I thought of coming over to help him get rid of this last scourge once and for all. Now it seems that I no longer need to take action."
(End of chapter)