Mr. Fu sighed and said, "Well, do you want to stay for lunch? I'm going to contact the major cities now."
"No, I'll go back first."
"Um!"
After the Internet was restored, major forums were filled with all kinds of emotions and excitement, and I finally no longer had to live a primitive life.
As soon as they entered the city, there were signs of a traffic jam in front of them. A large number of people held up horizontal rows and were rejecting something. Ning Fan's keen hearing heard that they seemed to be resisting the resumption of network communication, blasphemy or something.
"I'll get off the bus here!" Ning Fan opened the door and got off the bus.
When he walked to the intersection in front of him, he saw hundreds of people protesting in the streets. Ning Fan frowned and continued to watch the situation on the roadside.
I decided in my heart that I would rescue the missionary today and completely prevent this kind of thing from happening again.
Ning Fan followed the team, observing everyone carefully. They stopped in front of the relevant departments, making constant protests and noises.
During this period, Ning Fan finally caught a person, a young man, sneaking through the crowd and saying something to some people.
After whispering, the person immediately changed the slogan and led others.
"I found you!" Ning Fan followed the man calmly.
The man quietly entered an alley. Ning Fan glanced at the crowd and saw that there was no one around. He smiled and said, "Are you the initiator of this parade?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be..."
Snapped!!!
Ning Fan slapped the man on the face so hard that he almost fell to the ground.
"Say or not?"
"You are looking for death!" The man was also a warrior and immediately struck Ning Fan with his luck.
Snapped!!!
With another slap, the man flew backwards, knocking out several teeth in his mouth, and fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face.
Ning Fan stepped forward and asked again: "To tell or not to tell?"
"You...you...what do you...want to know?"
"Where is the missionary's position?" Ning Fan asked.
The man swallowed and shook his head: "I don't know. He uses his spiritual thoughts to communicate with me every time. I really don't know where exactly."
Suddenly, the man's whole body stiffened, and then he said, "Xiao Fan, I have also noticed this person. He is a person with spiritual ideas."
The voice was Gu Botong, Ning Fan said: "Senior, you have taken over the other person's body."
"Well, take his body and use it. This person is a natural spiritual master. He does not need to practice. He only needs others to believe in him, and he can continuously enhance his mental power."
"stranger?"
The so-called spiritual masters are Western psychics who specialize in controlling things with their thoughts. They are born this way, so they don't need to practice like warriors.
"Maybe they are the superpowers you are talking about. They are born with some kind of divine power." Gu Bo said.
"Senior, can you find him?"
I saw Gu Botong nodding: "Yes, I am also a soul, and I have a deep sense of nothingness like thoughts. As long as he uses his thoughts to transmit information again, I will be able to detect it."