"What else can we do? We came with an order, why don't we just break in and be done with it?"
"Okay, you do it or do I do it?"
The noise outside the door was not loud, it was not an exaggeration to say it was rustling.
However, Zhang Tong, who successfully served as a soldier, was no longer as sharp as before.
Even though the wind was whining, he was still keenly aware of the sounds outside.
"Hmm? Police?"
"It seems that even if the police lack supernatural power, they are still handling supernatural cases as orderly as possible?"
A look of surprise flashed across Zhang Tong's eyes. He didn't expect the police to move so quickly.
You know, the police in Mingyang City are no longer the police in Mingyang City.
The vast majority of the police force is needed to handle paranormal cases.
Under such circumstances, being able to send personnel to work overtime at this rental house in the middle of the night is either because the situation is still under control, or because the police take this matter relatively seriously.
"But if we paid enough attention to it, what should have come would have come long ago."
"It seems that the police should still have enough power to control the current situation of strange manifestations in Mingyang City."
A bright light flashed in Zhang Tong's eyes, and he saw the door starting to make a loud banging sound. Zhang Tong, who was unwilling to meet the police and cause a misunderstanding, flew directly through the window under the mystery of the three-dimensional coordinate hammer.
In the darkness, Zhang Tong flew higher and higher, and soon flew away from this shanty town.
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Back at the rental house, Zhang Tong first called Zhao Wende to reassure him.
Then I was immersed in the process of visualizing the white lotus, and the whole night passed quickly.
For Zhang Tong at this stage, the progress of extraordinary power is somewhat embarrassing.
Zhang Tong has already mastered the formula and materials for the advanced soldier fighter, but Zhang Tong has no way to absorb the strange factors in his body for the time being.
For the apprenticeship stage, the White Lotus visualization method is not far away from completely clearing away mental pollution. At least during Zhang Tong's visualization process, the few weird and huge shadows around him have become very faint.
However, although Zhang Tong mastered the formula for the apprentice's subsequent advancement, he was completely confused about how to advance.
Unlike ordinary people who can step into the extraordinary, they only need to take potions.
It seems that the apprentice needs something more complicated to advance to Thunder Speaker.
Knowledge and ritual!
Only by comprehending the corresponding knowledge can we truly understand the meaning of runes and how to use them.
Only by completing the occult rituals meticulously during the advancement process can one fully master the power of those runes at a certain level of rules.
This is so damn hard to do!
In this dilemma, Zhang Tong was somewhat fortunate that he had established some kind of contact with the police represented by Wang Xinyao.
At least relying on the power of the police, if there is a Thunder Mantis within Mingyang City, I can know it immediately.
Materials depend on luck.
The ritual is something that happens after the materials are obtained.
Therefore, for Zhang Tong, the only thing he can do at this stage is to make his spirit as pure as possible, understand the power of runes, and prepare the hardware for the advanced sequence eight thunder whisperers.
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In the ethereal spiritual world, Zhang Tong imagined himself turning into a lotus seed and taking root in the dark mud.
I don't know what kind of magic the white lotus has. It is undoubtedly a very strange thing to imagine that the white lotus can draw power from the spirit world.
"Perhaps... this is a gift from Wusheng Mother?"
"Although I don't know what the principle of Zhengyi's receiving seal is, but I think it should be similar to the White Lotus concept."
"Perhaps a little more barbaric, the concept of white lotus is just a picture, and it needs to be subtly imprinted on the white lotus in the spiritual world."
"And receiving the seal...perhaps it is the seal written directly to Zhengdao."
"In other words, Zhengyiyi's ancestor may have become some kind of great being in the spiritual world, or simply, Zhengyiyi first met the so-called ancestor and then gained the power of the talisman?"
His spirit was rooted in the deep darkness. While Zhang Tong was absorbing nutrients and growing vigorously, he was also constantly thinking wildly.
As a wild extraordinary person, Zhang Tong still knows too little about extraordinary people.
The limited information he knew was basically hearsay and not systematic at all.
Not to mention compared with Wang Xinyao, there is probably a big gap compared with Xiang Youming.
"Um?"
Just when Zhang Tong was thinking wildly, a clicking sound suddenly came from his spiritual world.
Such a sound fell in his ears, like thunder exploding, making his spirit tremble.
After a moment of confusion, Zhang Tong suddenly felt that the thin film that had been binding his spirit to a very small area cracked with a crisp sound.
My own spirit, like a sprouting lotus seed, breaks the bondage easily.
A kind of joy and freedom from the soul made Zhang Tong's spirit cheer for joy, and vigorous vitality and a kind of holy power filled Zhang Tong's spiritual world.
"A vacuum hometown, a birthless mother!"
At this moment, an indescribable whisper suddenly sounded along with the white light that burst out of the bud.
It was an ancient voice with unknown meaning, but extremely gentle, which made people want to listen to it and believe it.
Unborn mother?
Maybe, maybe not!
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Zhang Tong knew very well that he must not be deceived by that voice.
Even a little bit means inner flaws and the seeds of transformation!
But the soft white light was so comfortable. Bathed in the soft white light, Zhang Tong felt that his spirit was unprecedentedly joyful, and he instinctively wanted to give up all resistance.
That instinct even began to suppress Zhang Tong's subjective consciousness!
His spirit gradually began to sink. Zhang Tong struggled to resist, but his resistance became weaker and weaker.
In the rental house, Zhang Tong's chest, which was constantly rising and falling, gradually began to slow down, as if he was dying.
And under those tightly closed eyes, even through the eyelids, one can see threads emitting white light, densely covering Zhang Tong's eyeballs like roots and bloodshot threads.
The spirit began to fall asleep, and the strange power quietly revived in the body that had lost control.
Countless small bags were densely packed, beating like a heartbeat under Zhang Tong's skin.
One second ago, Zhang Tong was still the same Zhang Tong.
But the next second, he turned into a weirdo with bumps the size of soybeans all over his body.
Densely packed, one after another, beating constantly.