The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 276: My husband is dead
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Actually, Zhang Min at this time was also wondering, what is Wang Meng doing in Chengbei New Area at this late hour? Is it that he has been secretly protecting the victim? Wang Meng said that he knew the victim.
Although Zhang Min had questions, she did not ask. She believed in Wang. She also knew that Wang Meng did not say that there must be a reason.
Send Wang Meng home first, before Zhang Min takes the criminal back to the criminal police team.
In the car, Zhang Xiaoya suddenly reacted at this time; "Team Zhang? Brother Meng is too bad, he actually avoided the heavy and the light, successfully evading the problem!"
"Did you know?" Zhang Min couldn't laugh or cry.
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In recent days, Wang Meng ate a lot of supplements and slept for another seven or eight days.
Now, Wang Meng has cultivated enough energy and is finally ready to treat Fan Bingbing.
Wang Meng did not tell Fan Bingbing, but only secretly told Fan's mother.
Fan's mother and others are looking forward to it, but also very worried.
In the middle of the night, after Wang Meng satisfied Fan Bingbing's request, Wang Meng got up quietly when Fan Bingbing was asleep.
Wang Meng sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly watching Fan Bingbing, who was still smiling happily in his sleep.
Although Wang Meng is very confident, he is also very nervous at this time. Although Fan Bingbing has been promoted from sister to wife, in his heart, Fan Bingbing's position and special, this is a special emotion. Wang Meng was even more worried about making mistakes.
Wang Meng very much hopes that the leader will be by his side at this time, and he will feel more at ease with the master. However, it is impossible for the leader to leave the storm force.
After a long time, Wang Meng calmed down.
Wang Meng placed the medicine and more than 300 gold needles prepared by the leader for Fan Bingbing beside him, in case he needs it from time to time.
Wang Meng took a deep breath.
Wang Meng closed his eyes and concentrated for a long time before he penetrated Fan Bingbing's mind with sufficient mental power.
At this time, Wang Meng seemed to have entered Fan Bingbing's thought, and merged with Fan Bingbing's thought. At this time, Fan Bingbing's thoughts and all his memories were as if they had been in a movie, and they were simultaneously skipped in Wang Meng's sea of knowledge, as if he had experienced it himself.
Wang Meng watched each picture carefully, feeling it with his heart.
When a dense mist of white flocculent objects appeared in front of Wang Meng's eyes, Wang Meng knew that the lesion had been found.
At one end of the white mist group, there is a very fine silk thread connected to Fan Bingbing's brain tissue, which is free from the brain tissue, like a tumor growing out of the brain tissue.
Wang Meng clearly felt the cold breath emanating from the white mist.
Wang Meng, who was sitting still on the bed, moved suddenly.
Wang Meng waved his hands, from slow to fast, turning into an afterimage.
As the afterimages increase and increase, the appearance of fog is more obvious in the afterimages. That was a manifestation of Wang Meng's internal strength.
Wang Meng's ten fingers are beating like playing a piano, faster and faster, and the mist formed by driving the surrounding internal energy to wrap around his ten fingers.
Suddenly, Wang Meng quickly clicked his ten fingers forward, clicking countless times.
Whhhhhh...
One hundred and sixty-two gold needles floated slowly in front of Wang Meng. At this time, the gold needles seemed to be given life, breathe, and spiritual consciousness. With the slight tremor, they actually shook the surrounding internal energy. Inhaled into the body, the needle body of the golden needle actually gave out a faint golden light and a slight humming sound.
Wang Meng prepared a total of three hundred and sixty-five gold needles, corresponding to three hundred and sixty-five key points on the human body. The current one hundred and sixty-two gold needles are the materials needed for the first phase of the project, corresponding to all one hundred and sixty-two acupuncture points on the human head.
Actually, Wang Meng can use his powerful mental power to erase Fan Bingbing’s memory of lesions directly and quickly without the aid of gold needles. However, Fan Bingbing is different from ordinary people, and part of her memory is her own. Forcibly closed, the closed space resembles a cancer parasitic in Fan Bingbing's mind. Wang Meng will not only cut it off, but also take it out of Fan Bingbing’s sea of consciousness, so as not to leave any future troubles. This is the eradication!
Wang Meng is really afraid of accidents. These one hundred and sixty-two golden needles can block Fan Bingbing's brain at a critical moment, giving Wang Meng more time to resolve sudden crises.
At this time, Wang Meng used one heart and two uses, his internal force controlled the golden needle, and at the same time, his mental power was infinitely concentrated, and he quickly launched a lightning strike in Fan Bingbing's sea of knowledge.
A hint of purple mist suddenly rose in Fan Bingbing's calm gray sea of consciousness. This hint of purple mist was the color of Wang Meng's mental power.
If a warrior uses spiritual power to observe at this time, he will find that this purple thread-like spiritual power is emitted from Wang Meng’s eyebrows, and this very fine purple thread connects Fan Bingbing’s eyebrows. .
Wang Meng's mental power is different. Others are white and gray, but his is purple.
People's spiritual power can be divided into five colors, gold, purple, white, gray, and colorless!
Gold is the top existence and the highest goal pursued by warriors. Purple is the color of general warriors, while white and gray are the colors produced by the human body’s potential and subconscious being stimulated, such as special soldiers and supernatural powers. In addition, the mental patient, the mental patient's mental power is affected by stimulation, which stimulates the subconscious protection of the brain. Therefore, his mental power has a color, but it is an unhealthy color of gray. Ordinary people have no color in their spiritual power.
Fan Bingbing’s mental power was originally gray after she fell ill. The reason why it is now white is because when she was fatally hit, her subconscious was stimulated and fissioned, and then she was promptly transferred by the leader. Treatment, the root cause of the disease is blocked, suppressed and controlled, and then the healthy color is released. But this is only temporary. Once the suppression fails, Fan Bingbing's knowledge of the sea will all be gray areas.
At this time, in Fan Bingbing's sea of knowledge, the purple mist began to disintegrate and diffuse, spreading.
Soon, in all directions, the purple mist grew more and more, gradually approaching and surrounding the white mist cluster in Fan Bingbing's knowledge sea.
Fan Bingbing’s painful memory was enclosed in the fog, and once it broke out, the consequences would be disastrous.
The danger is that this white mist can't be stimulated at all. At this time, it is like a thinly blown balloon, which is broken when touched.
When the purple mist approaches the white mist cluster, the white mist cluster seems to have vitality. It used to be asleep, but now it seems that it is about to wake up. The white mist trembled slightly, seeming to be dissatisfiedly resisting the clear dream that the outside world disturbed it.
Along with the shaking of the white mist, mist began to spray on the concentrated mist, and the mist was cold.
The white mist is getting more and more, and the cold is getting heavier.
The cold air actually slowed the pace of the purple mist.
Om!
Fan Bingbing knew the country, and a soft trembling sound sounded, and a purple sickle about three millimeters thin as a dragonfly's wings suddenly appeared out of thin air.
As soon as the purple sickle appeared, it was as fast as lightning. With a wave of the sickle, it cut off the extremely fine white thread connecting the white fog cluster with the brain tissue.
This white silk thread is the life channel for the survival of the lesions drawn from the brain tissue.
The feeding passage was cut off, and the white fog group suddenly burst like a cracked glass ball, and the surface of the white fog group cracked with countless cobwebs dense cracks. And the endless powerful white gas in the crack began to bloom. If left to flourish, that powerful force is enough to destroy the entire brain.
"Encircle!"
At the moment of the moment, Wang Meng gave a soft sigh, Fan Bingbing’s purple mental power in the sea skyrocketed, and instantly broke through the obstacles of the cold, and when the white fog group vibrated intensified, it was about to explode. Repack and compress.
"Get out!"
The king gave a furious cry.
Om!
The purple silk thread connecting Wang Meng's eyebrows suddenly trembled violently, and quickly retracted, at an incredible speed!
With a bang, like opening the sealed bottle cap, a ball of purple light was pulled out from the center of Fan Bingbing's eyebrows like a lightning bolt.
The purple mist trembled violently, and white light was seen running across it, seeming to return to Fan Bingbing’s knowledge of the sea.
Shit!
Suddenly, Wang Meng opened his mouth and blew out a mouthful of vitality into the purple light ball.
Boom!
The purple light group suddenly burst into flames when it encountered internal strength.
The purple flame is beating.
At the moment when the purple light cluster burned, Wang Meng had already severed the connection with the purple light cluster.
He actually gave up such a large group of mental power? You know, he has cultivated almost all of this mental power since he was a child! The cultivation of spiritual power strikes him by surprise! He didn't want it?
The purple flame has no temperature and is extremely domineering.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the purple flame went out, and the purple light cluster and the white mist cluster that were wrapped in it had disappeared into the air without leaving any traces.
At this time, Wang Meng shook his body, already sweating profusely, and a drop of purple blood deep in the center of his brow. This is a phenomenon of mental exhaustion.
However, the operation has not yet been completed, the tumor has been removed, but the wound has to heal.
Wang Meng screamed in secret, and the purple blood drop on the center of his brow suddenly burst into purple brilliance, and the tiger made an ambiguous silk thread and shot into Fan Bingbing's brow again.
Wang Meng's mental power once again entered Fan Bingbing's sea of knowledge.
At this time, Fan Bingbing's knowledge has disappeared from any color. Only somewhere in the brainstem is white brain tissue fluid that is exuding extremely slowly.
The purple mist quickly covered the wound, wriggling endlessly.
About an hour, the purple mist dissipated, the wound was restored to its original smoothness, and the purple mist on it had disappeared without a trace.
Plop!
Wang Meng fell headlessly on the bed, and all the floating gold needles fell on the bed.
In the early morning, a few magpies stood on the eaves of the villa, chirping.
Golden sunlight shone into Fan Bingbing's bedroom from the window.
Fan Bingbing woke up. She felt that she slept very comfortably, very comfortable, refreshed, and she had never been so comfortable before.
"Husband? What's the matter with you?" Fan Bingbing opened his eyes and was about to have an early morning exercise with his husband, but suddenly discovered that Wang Meng was lying beside him with extremely pale face, his eyes closed tightly. There is no sound.
"Mom? Sister? Come on? My husband is dead!" Fan Bingbing was frightened, shouted hoarsely, his expression infinitely frightened...