In the salt water, Secretary Ma's body was constantly struggling.
But the more she struggled, the more salt water stuck to her body, and the more pus came out of her body.
Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, Secretary Ma's body is constantly shrinking, from the original bloated giant like a mountain of meat to the size of an ordinary person.
But her skin was stretched out of shape by the fat. At this moment, her whole body was covered in wrinkles and she looked even more frightened.
Just like the legendary old witch, only the wrinkled skin and bones are left of the ugly and decayed body.
But even so, Secretary Ma continued to struggle and crawled towards Zhang Tong.
The thick tongue was also boiling with pus, and it was constantly twitching in the thick salt water.
After observing for a while and confirming that Secretary Ma no longer posed any threat to him, Zhang Tong sat down on the ground.
"It seems to be more interesting than I thought."
After a vague glance at the tongue that occasionally wriggled in the salt water, Zhang Tong showed a mysterious smile on his face.
After taking a few breaths, Zhang Tong stood up again, facing the direction where Mr. Wu and the others were hiding, and said calmly:
"Okay, the danger has been eliminated, everyone, come out."
Under the dim light, a rustling sound rang out, and Mr. Wu and the three of them crawled out from under the production line, almost rolling.
Under the light, their faces were full of fear and bewilderment.
Facing the skinny corpse that was constantly twitching, they didn't even dare to come over.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Tong forced a smile on his face, and the blade that had fallen into the salt water began to rotate around Zhang Tong again under the control of an invisible force.
He reached out and made a move, and within the range of his mental power, the hammer that fell to the ground flew into Zhang Tong's hand.
The magical scene seemed to bring an indescribable sense of security to Mr. Wu and the others, making the fear in their hearts subside a little.
"Zhang Tong, has it been solved?"
Mr. Wu bravely took a few steps forward, but his eyes were fixed on Secretary Ma lying in the salt water, for fear that she would suddenly become violent.
Zhang Tong nodded firmly and said in a relaxed tone:
"Everything should have been solved. Even if there are some fish that slipped through the net, it won't be a problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wende's face showed a look of ecstasy and he asked eagerly:
"Does that mean we can leave this hellish place?"
Zhang Tong smiled and nodded, and in Zhao Wende's expectant eyes, he confirmed with a look on his face:
"Yes, we can leave this hellish place soon."
"Let's go, be careful not to step on the salt water."
With that said, Zhang Tong shrugged, turned around and walked towards the warehouse.
When Mr. Wu and the others heard this, their expressions suddenly became tense, and they carefully avoided the salt water under their feet.
Always paying attention to their feet, he did not notice that Zhang Tong's steps were getting slower and slower, and finally stood quietly on the same spot.
Looking at the three people who lowered their heads and paid attention to their feet, his left hand, which had been deliberately blocked by him, was spread out in front of him, and a water polo was suspended in his palm.
"Brother Biao?"
While the three people's attention was not on him, Zhang Tong suddenly spoke.
"ah?"
When Brother Biao heard this, he subconsciously raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and looked confused.
And at this moment, a clear line of water, under the control of an invisible force, shot into Brother Biao's mouth instantly.
His mouth was instantly filled with liquid. Brother Biao subconsciously pinched his neck and coughed violently.
The sudden scene also made Mr. Wu and Zhao Wende nervous again.
They didn't understand why Zhang Tong suddenly did this.
After coughing for a while, Brother Biao, whose face turned red, looked at Zhang Tong angrily and asked without confidence:
"Zhang Tong, what are you doing?"
Hearing this, Zhang Tong shook his head and answered the question:
"Nothing, just to verify a guess."
"Brother Biao, keep talking, whatever you want to say is fine."
Seeing Zhang Tong teasing him, Brother Biao suddenly became angry, and a fierce expression appeared on his face full of anger:
"You must be sick, don't think that you have a bean-collapse problem, just think that you want to do something..."
Only halfway through speaking, Brother Biao's face suddenly showed a look of horror.
He suddenly realized that his tongue seemed to be working hard.
My tongue seems to be moving on its own!
Gripping his neck in horror, Brother Biao looked at Zhang Tong in despair:
"Zhang Chong, why would you give in like this?"
Barely understanding what Brother Biao was saying, and seeing his saliva flowing out uncontrollably, Zhang Tong showed a look of regret on his face:
"Sorry...Brother Biao, you have been parasitized by a monster."
With that said, Zhang Tong took a step forward, blocking Mr. Wu and Zhao Wende behind him, and was cautiously on guard.
Under Zhang Tong's gaze, Brother Biao's saliva flowed down uncontrollably like a waterfall, and his bloodshot eyes widened.
From Brother Biao's eyes, Zhang Tong saw fear, pleading, and despair...
"Sorry, I don't have any way to help you."
Zhang Tong said seriously: "All I can do is remind you that if you have anything to say to your family, say it now. I will convey it to you when you get out."
When Brother Biao heard this, his strong body trembled like a sieve, and tears flowed out like a dam.
He opened his mouth to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a long and smooth tongue stuck out uncontrollably.
At the same time, Brother Biao's expression also returned to calmness, and a strange smile began to appear on his face.
Glancing at Brother Biao, who was beginning to turn weird, Zhang Tong sighed inwardly, and controlled a large amount of salt water with his mental power, directly drenching Brother Biao.
Brother Biao, who had not completely transformed into a weird figure under the restraint of salt water, fell straight to the ground.
"Another person killed by strangeness."
Withdrawing his gaze, Zhang Tong muttered to himself and looked at the two people behind him who were shaking with fear.
Zhang Tong walked over, and with the horrified eyes of the two people, he roughly poured salt water into their mouths with his mental power.
Amidst the violent coughing, Zhang Tong waited for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face:
"You two are really lucky."
After finally stopping his coughing, Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Tong with fear and anger: "You actually suspect that I am also a monster?"
After confirming that Mr. Wu and Zhao Wende were still normal, the smile on Zhang Tong's face finally became sincere:
"You have to be suspicious. I already have a rough idea of the weird way that makes people turn into monsters. If I'm not sure whether you are affected, I have to test it."
"What the hell is going on?"
Mr. Wu nodded as if understanding, and then asked quickly.