At this moment, Jiang Xueming was still unaware of everything that was about to happen on the plane.
"Teacher Wood, why do I always feel that I have already taken this flight?"
Near the boarding gate——
——Xue Ming pointed to the boarding pass and muttered to Wood Plaque.
"Flight ici77074, Airbus Boeing 737, second row window seat, this information, these things, seem to have happened many times in my mind."
"Do you often watch documentaries? Or have you seen this plane in a movie?" Wood still just changed the subject, and must not let Jiang Xueming notice the existence of [regret medicine].
"No! Teacher Wood! We were attacked by soul power..." Jiang Xueming came to the seat and held the cold armrest. He immediately became wary and suspicious, "I want to cut off the armrest of the chair and shave it into
Browning M1900 parts, and then..."
Following the law of time and space travel, the moment Xueming summoned the spirit body, he saw the remaining radium characters on the arm of the steel body.
[fe33031]
Jiang Xueming: "Who left this string of handwriting? Was it made by the enemy?"
Wood: "No, no, no, little baby - don't think wildly. The spirit body is the embodiment of spiritual power. You are about to turn into a cocoon and become a butterfly. Maybe this is your factory number?"
Jiang Xueming: "Is that so?"
Wood: "That's it, if you think about it, if Butch the Bad Cat could write on your arm, why wouldn't he stab you twice in the throat?"
Jiang Xueming: "That's right..."
Wood smiled and said: "Xue Ming, I have a heartfelt request."
Jiang Xueming: "Tell me, teacher."
"Take this bottle of drink." Wood took out the chocolate milk from his pocket and gave it to Xueming: "Before the plane takes off, I have to do some errands. If you hear the explosion, drink it immediately."
Jiang Xueming didn't understand that his curiosity was far beyond that of ordinary people.
"Why?"
"Don't ask why." Wood grasped the key point and emphasized: "You have to believe me wholeheartedly, Xueming - Bu Liuxing is the most precious treasure in your life. He also has the same attitude towards new partners. There is no such thing as
Withholding trust, at this moment, I cannot tell you the detailed reasons."
Saying this, Xueming felt even more unsure, as she completely did not understand the function of this ritual.
Wood continued: "Before you drink this bottle of chocolate milk, the only thing you can do is sit on the chair, wait for the explosion, stay focused, don't be affected by anything, and don't be distracted."
Jiang Xueming kept scratching his head, but there was an inexplicable sense of expectation in his heart.
"Although I don't know what Teacher Wood wants to do, I promise you. It's really strange. Why do I have an inexplicable sense of trust in you? Could it be that the enemy's soul power can make two men like each other?
If this is the case, it is a super terrifying ability..."
"Yes, yes..." Wood slowly retreated to the corridor and encouraged Jiang Xueming: "Keep it up, keep it up like this, don't move around, if you feel that you can't concentrate, you will be distracted by all kinds of things."
If vision affects your thinking, just read the ingredient list on chocolate milk.”
"Ingredient list?" Jiang Xueming turned the bottle and then began to read the text description on the product packaging, no longer thinking about other messy things.
Woodpluck breathed a sigh of relief——
——Then he walked straight towards Billy the Kid in the sixth row, his brows furrowed, anxiety almost written on his face.
If you want to defeat Sixty-Three, you must do something beyond common sense. In the previous seventeen attempts, this powerful enemy may have seen the super power of [sex bomb·sex bomb].
No, not just seventeen times.
This guy treats me like a thorn in his flesh.
So before these seventeen small reincarnations, there are countless large reincarnations spanning decades.
Sixty-three should know my soul power very well. This is by no means the first time I have fought against him.
He has asked these questions before.
[What would you do? Explode the water?]
[How powerful are they? How many tons of tnt are they?]
[Reveal all the time bombs you have hidden and let me see them.]
"Billy boy, take out the contents of your stomach." Wood squatted beside the two little guys, looking behind him with a stern look in the direction of the first-class cabin.
When Billy the Kid heard this order, he felt cruel and immediately took out the pencils from the storage compartment of the front seat and handed one of them to Foianini.
"Help me! Come help me! Foianini!"
The two brothers poked at the stitches on Billy's belly with sharp pencils. The passengers next to them glanced at the spot following the strong smell of blood, and immediately screamed out of fear.
Jiang Xueming looked back in response to the shout, and was immediately glared back by Wood Plunk.
...
...
At this moment, Ms. Duran's eyes were wandering, and as an early warning machine for Sixty-Three, she began to roar hysterically.
"Sixty-three! You will be killed by Wood Plunk! Move! Move quickly!"
The slender white snake suddenly bit Liusan's neck——
——In order to save Flavia’s life, Ms. Duran stood wholeheartedly for Team 63.
"In one minute and forty-five seconds, the plane will begin taxiing, and before then, Woodpluck will defeat you!"
Sixty Three: "What will he do?"
"He came with seventeen bullets and the 3.8-inch hicapa in Billy's belly. He is going to shoot you directly with a firearm!" Ms. Duran screamed: "Impossible! This is impossible!"
Sixty-three also became nervous: "What are you talking about? A nine-millimeter bullet can't even penetrate the pressure plate. This kind of toy can't break my soul power at all..."
Ms. Duran could not describe this scene in simple words. It was too complicated, too complicated!
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After Woodpluck got the gun, he walked straight to the first class cabin.
He shot Flavia to death with a gun and killed the gatekeeper. At the same time, he was attacked by the Twilight Zone and was poisoned——
——The hemolytic toxin spread in his body, and he only had the last thirty seconds left in his life.
He was bleeding from all his orifices and was about to die, so he used his last bit of consciousness to activate the soul power of [sex bomb·sex bomb], using the hallucinogen in his hand as an explosive to project a nerve-damaging poison into the first-class cabin.
Under the influence of this hallucinogen, Sixty-three's cranial nerves will be damaged——-
"——Jiang Xueming will drink chocolate milk when he hears the explosion."
Sixty-three saw his own [Death Door] through the [Timeline] and saw the ending of death.
Xueming has always been a very insecure person. During this trip, he has made seventeen guns, all of which are Browning m1900. The spirit body has long memorized this gun-making process.
After drinking the chocolate milk, Jiang Xueming would not hesitate to make a gun. Like a compressed bullet that releases all the energy, his movements were as fast as lightning. He entered the first class cabin with a gun, and used the gun when Wood Placker was dying of consciousness.
and [Sexy Bomb], killing the unconscious Sixty-Three and Ms. Duran.
"He's coming! Sixty-three! Move quickly! Do something quickly!" Ms. Duran roared hysterically: "Otherwise we will both die! My Flavia will die too! He is crazier than you.
Much more, he has seen through your super power, he knows that you have the magical power to reverse time, so he must defeat the enemy with one move, even if we both die!"
Sixty-three’s brain is racing——
——Do you want to use the power of [Regret Medicine] to go back to the previous time?
——Can you avoid this crazy Woodpluck?
——After seventeen reincarnations, my mental strength has almost reached its limit, but at this time?! Woodpluck offers me the most deadly invitation to a duel?! Is it a coincidence?
"No! How can there be such a coincidence in the world?" Sixty-three's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes: "Just let me rest for a while, escape to the past time period, rest for a while, and then deal with this crazy guy like you
Guy..."
Ms. Duran ran towards the customer service room. She was so panicked that she could hardly breathe——
——If Flavia dies, and Sixty-Three does not plan to activate the [Regret Medicine] ability, then the love of this life will really not be able to live anymore, it will be truly dead!
But when Claudia Als Duran got out of the isolation door of the first class cabin and came to the customer service room, she found Mr. Wood sitting in front of the small table.
Flavia also looked cute and brainless, listening to Mr. Wood say some incomprehensible words.
Wood raised his gun and held his cell phone, as if he could use magic, talking about unrelated things.
"Flavia, look at this-"
The mobile phone screen played a scene where the bad cat Butch went to kiss the little female cat, but accidentally kissed Tom on the face.
"--hahahahahahahaha!"
Flavia was so happy that she leaned in Mr. Wood's arms, but her eyes couldn't take away from the mobile phone.
"Hey...hey!" Ms. Duran was confused. This was not the future she had seen. Her prediction was completely wrong. There was only an inexplicable sense of panic in her heart: "Hey! Flavia! Why are you so close to this guy?
Together?! Why..."
Woodpluck was not wearing a coat, but Flavia was wearing the handsome blond boy's coat.
"Why are you wearing his clothes! Flavia! Have you really changed your mind?!" Duran almost went crazy, "Are you bewitched by this devil? He has a gun in his hand! I clearly saw it.
..”
"Claudia Als Duran, you must be panicked - you may be wondering why your soul power suddenly failed?" Wood Placker still held the gun, and gently patted Fu with the gun.
Lavia's shoulders seemed to be showing the hostage: "And why didn't I act according to the evolution of events as you expected, right?"
In fact, [Timeline]'s superpower of predicting the future is not that powerful. It is like a sophisticated computer that uses the information that has been collected to deduce the most likely events in the future.
just now--
——Wood Plunk is almost like a monster, using the strongest murderous intention, the richest pheromones, and the most straightforward desire for self-destruction to send these extremely intense signals to Ms. Duran's [timeline],
The computer finally determined that Wood would sacrifice his life to defeat Sixty-Three.
"Flavia! Leave him immediately!" Duran was like a lioness, roaring at his female companion: "What are you doing?!"
"Don't worry, don't look at this guy holding a gun." Flavia raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "My soul power will always hold him to death!"
Under Wood Placker's crotch, a furry snake-like monster was seen crawling on the ground and had already grabbed the VIP's crotch.
Flavia then took out the red mountain stone from her coat pocket.
"I got the stuff too! This guy is quite honest! When he saw the power of my soul, he immediately surrendered and gave us all the treasures - I asked him to take off his clothes, and he would be obedient..."
"What on earth do you want to do!" Dulan is not that naive, she only feels horrified - her [timeline] will occasionally malfunction, but it will never completely run towards the unknown future like today. In this way, this
The conductor of the Abyss Railway has reached a state of proficiency in controlling his own emotions and expressing pheromones. He can use this method to deceive his opponents and deliver wrong information.
Wood Placker then said: "Dulan, Sixty-three is going to catch up on his sleep soon. He needs to regain his mental strength before he can continue to perform this ceremony. How long is his sleep time? Forty minutes? Or one hour?
As far as I know, people who have received Da Vinci sleep method training only need to sleep for fifteen minutes to maintain brain activity for several hours."
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Wood: "Didn't you notice? Am I stronger than him? If you surrender now, I have a sentence reduction package, divided into four punishment methods, and three labor reform prisons for you to choose from."
Dulan sneered: "Ah? Your opponent can control time! Your soul power can only create explosions, where do you get the confidence..."
Wood: "Perhaps you will think that I am waiting for Sixty-Three to reveal a flaw. For example, this kind of sleep time is the [quiet wind point] to kill him and pull the trigger on him."
Duran: "You can only win in this way, right?"
Wood: "No, what if I really want to die with you before the plane takes off, as you predicted? Do you have any way to stop the bomb that has exploded?"
Duran: "Sixty-three will clean up the mess anyway... He..."
Halfway through, Dulan couldn't speak anymore.
If Wood really did this, Sixty-Three would have no way to prevent the explosion.
Their soul power statistics are similar, with destructive power, speed, and precision all on the same level. Wood Plunk's only disadvantage is the range. Duran has never seen the train conductor's soul power leave his body.
, and the range of Sixty-Three’s soul power is sixteen meters.
The straight-line distance between Sixty-Three and Wood is a full twenty-three meters, and it has to cross two firewalls.
If Sixty-Three wanted to kill Wood immediately before he came back to his senses, such a thing would be completely impossible.
But it is very simple for Wood to destroy this ritual. He only needs to follow the previously prepared process and take out the firearms and hallucinogens from Billy the Kid's belly again and again, forcing Sixty-three to repeatedly activate the [Regret Medicine] ability until Six
Thirteen's mental power was exhausted and he came to the [Quiet Wind Point] as expected by Mr. Wood.
Only Flavia didn't understand what was happening. She just held the red mountain stone and put it in her mouth, rolled up the gem with her smooth tongue, and talked about the mysterious legend of the station.
"Hey! Lurrululu!~~Dulan! Why are you looking so sad? This guy has obviously handed over all his treasures and is about to surrender. Is this stone really as magical as the patriarch said? What if I
If it is swallowed into the stomach, will my [Twilight Zone] turn into a hundred-meter-long giant snake? It must be able to poison many, many people, right?"
"I have no intention of harming you or your female companion." Woodpluck said: "Dulan, if you are willing..."
Before he finished speaking——
——Sixty-three has activated the soul power of [Regret Medicine].
Before the plane left the ground, the spinning steel wheels suddenly froze and then began to reverse.
It returned all the way to the side of the terminal building, the ground service vehicle returned to the supply station, and the thick fuel pipe began to pump aviation kerosene into the fuselage.
Wood's body involuntarily retreated back the way it came, and then he stuffed the firearm into Billy the Kid's belly, and the splattered blood was sent back into the abdominal cavity along with the black bag of hallucinogens.
Benjamin, who was in the third row, woke up from his sleep. From time to time he looked at the gold watch on his wrist, watching the hands on the dial turning crazily backwards, wondering whether his next destination should be Alaska or Hawaii after landing.
Wood and Jiang Xueming exited the plane via the original route, exited the boarding gate, retreated to the terminal, and returned to the restaurant.
Coke kept coming out of Jiang Xueming's mouth, and then Coke bottle caps flew from the trash can.
With a "wave" sound, the alloy bottle cap returned to the Coke bottle and fell into the vending machine. A coin popped out of the coin slot and returned to Wood's hand. The two exited the terminal while talking and laughing.
Go through the gate and walk backwards towards the country road.
Back by the road, time finally started to flow forward.
At this moment——
——Sixty-three gasped for air several times in a row, and the bloody smell of burst capillaries emerged from his throat.
He roughly snatched Ms. Duran's chocolate milk and drank it in one gulp.
"I want to sleep for half an hour..."
Ms. Duran opened her phone and glanced at it: "It takes off in forty minutes, so there's plenty of time."
"Hey..." Sixty-three asked in a sullen voice, "I heard everything he said to you just now."
Dulan's heart tightened: "Big shot... I will not betray you."
Sixty Three: "You don't really think that he is better than me, do you?"
Duran: "Of course not... of course..."
Sixty-three: "I can reverse time and attack at will, but I don't need to defend. Even if I get injured, I can start over."
"While you are sleeping, I will stay by your side..." Dulan responded solemnly, "Please don't worry."
Sixty-three leaned on the massage chair in the terminal and fell asleep.
Dulan cheered up and suddenly felt murderous intention——
——Fuck Hongshanshi, fuck Jiang Xueming!
If this guy could be killed in an instant, everything would be over!
Flavia will not die, and neither will I!
But what to do? The weapon that can make people lose consciousness and lead to death in an instant is in Billy the Kid's belly! Performing a disembowelment surgery on him will definitely alert this scheming devil.
If I can't destroy this guy's prefrontal lobe in an instant, or kill his center of consciousness, and destroy his thalamus, the hell [regret medicine] will make all my efforts in vain.
Duran looked at Flavia again - she looked at her lover.
Flavia's soul power is a deadly toxin. It would take a full thirty seconds to kill this guy. It is impossible to achieve such a miracle as instant death.
She does not have this ability. Even if the [Timeline] is allowed to deduce this possibility, her soul power, Little White Snake, is shaking her head. She wants her master not to think about such extremely dangerous things. She simply cannot find such a possibility.
The possibility is extremely slim, unless God opens his eyes and rains a bolt of thunder from the sky, killing Sixty-Three in a fraction of a second.
In the end, Duran gave up.
These short forty minutes were an extremely torturous forty minutes.
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Everyone, please go and try it soon.]
As Wood Placker said [Quiet Wind Point].
Sixty-three During this period, even if he was dreaming, he was always vigilant. Once his ears heard a discordant sound, he would immediately wake up to fight the enemy.
But what made him vaguely uneasy was that at his most vulnerable and unprepared time, Wood didn't do anything——
——All the itineraries were according to the original plan. There was no change of ticket, no escape, no change of seats, or a direct invitation to a duel to him sixty-three.
It was as if Mr. Plunk had really lost his memory, and as time was reversed, he returned to a state of confusion and ignorance.
As usual, Duran, Sixty-Three, Wood, and Billy the Kid drank the chocolate milk one after another and boarded the plane.
The moment Sixty-Three and Ms. Duran sat in the first class cabin——
——Dulan’s soul power began to sound the alarm again.
"Big shot! He's coming!"
Sixty Three: "What's going on?!"
Du Lan's white snake bit Liu San's neck, and wanted to show Liu San the scene of the last reincarnation deduction repeatedly, just like a video tape replay.
Sixty-three smiled and said: "You know it's useless! Are you doing these useless things?"
Ms. Duran will not take it lightly. After all, Mr. Wood is capricious, and if Flavia dies, she may never be resurrected.
She ran towards the customer service room again, and was shot in the head with a hot bullet.
Wood Placker kicked open the door of the isolation room, with the spirit body about to dissipate still hanging around his neck. Flavia, the owner of [The Twilight Zone], has died. He relies on his last belief to fight against the abominable VIP of the Abyss Railway.
Forcibly replace one with another.
"It's my turn now, fe204863." Mr. Wood threw the hallucinogenic drugs into the first class cabin.
Sixty-three’s expression was distorted——
"——You are actually serious! Idiot! Don't you know! Will you die if you do this? Absolute death! There will never be a chance to come back!"
Blood was pouring out of Wood's ears and the corners of his eyes, and it was difficult to maintain his consciousness. The hemolytic toxin from "The Twilight Zone" caused his blood pressure to soar, and his mouth turned into a fountain, constantly vomiting blood.
"Do you want to continue to activate the [Regret Medicine] ability?"
Mr. Wood's speech was slurred, but he pulled the detonation switch before the drugs fell to the ground.
"I will keep repeating this behavior. With the blessing of the gravity of chocolate milk, my movements will become faster and faster, and your reaction time will become less and less. Until the next time [Quiet Wind Point] - I want to be with you
Let’s talk, Sixty-Three, if you don’t plan to talk to me, I will use these fireworks bombs to blow up your proud head.”
When the nerve gas emitted when the hallucinogen exploded began to damage Sixty-three's brain.
Time turns back again——
——At this time, the nature of the game has changed.
An unspeakable sense of fear overwhelmed the man who controlled time.
Based on sixty-three years of combat experience, most of the opponents encountered on the long road of life, only a few elites can discern the magical power of [Regret Medicine] in a very short period of time.
These people all died and became defeated generals.
Even if these hateful guys can fight against [Regret Medicine] at the level of soul power, Sixty-Three's combat skills have reached an advanced level, and even without the help of soul power, it is easy to kill these alert guys.
But Wood Placker is different——
——This troublesome guy has rich combat experience, a changeable performing personality, and a very dangerous soul power.
He grasped the fate of Sixty-Three——
——Like a self-destructing truck, Jiang Xueming was protected tightly, ready to use repeated self-sacrifice attacks, without any regard for the consequences, and forced the game from a turn-based game of you and me to an exhibition match for him alone.
"Go find Billy the Kid!"
The moment Sixty-Three returned to the terminal, he immediately stood up and headed to the seats in the northeast corner.
He wants to kill all the variables on the plane! Take out all the hallucinogenic drugs and guns from Billy the Kid's stomach.
As long as these two crucial killer weapons are eliminated, he can definitely suppress Woodpluck unilaterally in the field of close combat.
Sixty Three roared at Billy: "Hey! Boy! Take off your clothes!"
Billy hasn't drank milk yet and looks like he's lost in the lake.
"Big shot...what do you want me to do?"
Foianini, on the other hand, seemed to be watching the fun and not taking it too seriously: "Wow...he's having a great time. Here? So many people?"
Sixty-Three didn't say another word. The powerful spirit immediately grabbed Billy the boy, and the black steel palm opened Billy's belly. He disembowelled Billy and took out the guns and drugs.
.
"You all deserve to die... you bastards who eat inside and outside... Even though the little brother promised you that you would be paid to do things, you secretly brought this package of stupid hallucinogens. You are a waste that fails to achieve anything but fails to do so.
..."
Woodpluck: "Did you forget something? Sixty-three?"
Sixty-three suddenly turned around.
Wood raised his left hand high, and when people in the terminal were frightened by the bloody scene and ran away——
——He and Sixty-three explained.
"The moment you activated the [regret medicine], my soul power just touched this bag of explosives. Are you so brave? Do you dare to defuse the bomb in advance?"
The thumb of his right hand suddenly hit the detonation switch——
——A dazzling fire appeared in front of Sixty-Three’s eyes.
The dark, blood-stained cloth bag exploded, and the shock wave generated by the explosives alone overturned him, shattering his right arm and half of his torso.
Bone fragments and internal organs were exposed, and Sixty-Third rolled all the way out, creating a bloody path.
Billy and Foianini were killed on the spot. Sixty-three hit the trash can and looked at Woodpluck in the distance in disbelief.
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Wood Plunk: "You didn't call out the Soul Power to defend yourself immediately. It shows that you are also afraid of the death door effect when the Soul Power is shattered. Sixty-three - quickly activate the power of [Regret Medicine]! Put my friend
Let's put them together and come back to life! Foianini and Billy the Kid are still waiting for you to rescue them!"
"Aren't you afraid...I...I..." Sixty-three vomited out blood. He felt that his lungs and cardiovascular system were about to shut down, and he couldn't speak.
Wood covered Jiang Xueming's eyes, asked Xueming to turn his head, and then spoke to Sixty-Three.
"You are going to die! You are going to die! You are going to die completely! Your will to live is very strong, you will never be willing to die here! Why don't you think about it again? Stop thinking about going to heaven and look for it.
A place for retirement and vacation? To spend the most precious, most important and beautiful middle-aged and elderly years in life? There is no need for us to fight on this matter."
Sixty-three was unexpectedly persistent. He used his tattered stump and his left arm to grab Jiang Xueming——
"——I must...must change your life...I must...not let...the regret medicine...appear in your life...I..."
Wood quickly explained: "I understand your feelings, but the best arrangement in life is to do nothing - Sixty-three, if you no longer interfere with his life, ignore him, or stay away from him, from now on
Be an ordinary person and forget about the power of your soul. Maybe he is really what you expected..."
"Fart!" Sixty-three coughed up a ball of solidified blood lipid sludge, along with some pieces of cardiovascular meat, "I have been looking for... looking for this feeling of peace of mind... I can only see it with my own eyes... I can see it with my own eyes.
..In order to...have peace of mind...only then..."
The sun and the moon are in reverse, and the stars are changing.
Time runs forward again.
Jiang Xueming returned to the bus——
——I just started writing and am going to write some personal things in my diary.
Teacher Wood immediately sat next to Jiang Xueming.
"Boy, you don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, do you?"
Jiang Xueming was confused: "Who are you?"
Woodpluck continued: "You don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder? Or cognitive impairment or other mental illness? For example, if you see an old lady who can't cross the street, you must help her cross. Are you not sick?"