"Cloud-dispelling palm: tear the sky and dispel clouds!"

It was still dark, but Zhang Tong woke up early from his sleep because he was full of energy.

Still in the same hotel, still in the same room, Zhang Tong, who had nothing to do, began to study his extraordinary power early in the morning.

He stretched out his hand and slapped it, and a cloud of energy was shot out by him!

White clouds burst out from the palm of my hand, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, turning into a white light!

Then a faint palm-shaped mark appeared on the sheets.

"The combination of illusion and mental power is enough for me to imitate many well-known martial arts in the village."

Zhang Tong nodded with satisfaction at the effect he had achieved.

Of course, he also knew that with his current level of extraordinary power, if he really used such fancy methods with ghosts, he could almost write a will in advance.

What Zhang Tong really values ​​​​is the applications that can be derived from the extraordinary power he has mastered.

The airtight space was filled with mist, and only I could see everything at a glance.

The illusion covers the whole body, enough to make oneself become another person in the eyes of ordinary people.

Invisibility and illusion deception should be similar to the legendary ninjas in the Neon Kingdom.

Even if there were more phantom clones, it would be almost the same as Loki in the movie.

"Of course, I can't do this with my current mental strength."

Although he has a lot of constructive ideas about his abilities, Zhang Tong's current mental strength is not enough to support him in such delicate operations.

Having just gained extraordinary power, Zhang Tong has already begun to have a headache on how to enhance his strength. It must be said that human desires are endless.

"Reuse the apprentice formula? Use a new formula? Or is there another way?"

One possibility after another flashed through his mind, but Zhang Tong finally shook his head. He still had too little information to make any assumptions.

"Forget it, let's eat something first and then think about these things."

"For me, I have gained extraordinary power. The most important thing is to continue the extraordinary game and find ways to make some money at the same time."

"If we continue to spend money at this rate, let alone hoarding Bitcoins, there is no telling whether we can survive until 2009."

After rubbing his belly, Zhang Tong took the room key and went out with a look of helplessness.

…

Next to Mingyang No. 1 Middle School, Warm Home Community.

Because the application form had not been completed yet, Zhang Dapeng was still staying at the teacher's house.

The environment of the school district room is quiet. Even in the noisy morning, it can be kept quiet enough, allowing the students in the school district room to have a suitable rest environment.

In the chemistry teacher's house, there was a biting chill in the shady second bedroom for some reason, and the whole room seemed unusually dead.

Zhang Dapeng, who had been sleeping on the single bed for more than a year, opened his eyes wide and panted rapidly.

The veins on that young face were now exposed, as if Zhang Dapeng was enduring some kind of pain.

MD!

Why can't I move?

Is this TMD what the old man calls a ghost on the bed?

Amid his rapid breathing, Zhang Dapeng's heart was beating violently.

He wanted to raise his hand, but found that his hand seemed to be held down so hard that he could not move at all.

Not only his hands, but Zhang Dapeng's whole body except for his eyeballs, there was no place he could move.

It was as if his entire body was pressed firmly against the bed.

It was obviously a familiar bedroom, but I couldn't control my body at all.

In this state, Zhang Dapeng's lips turned black and blue, and as he was distracted, all the sounds around him were infinitely amplified.

Even the chirping of birds outside the window sounded extremely harsh to Zhang Dapeng's ears, as if someone was using a stick to violently stir his brain.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, slowly walking towards Zhang Dapeng's room.

With his voice being infinitely amplified, Zhang Dapeng felt like he was about to be crushed to death. When he heard the footsteps, there was an obvious look of longing on his face.

At this moment, he was like a drowning man who saw hope.

"Is it Teacher Li? Didn't she go to school at this time?"

Zhang Dapeng wanted to ask the teacher to help him, but he couldn't do it at all.

Because his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make any sound.

And then, something happened that made Zhang Dapeng desperate.

The footsteps seemed to just pass by the door of his bedroom, and then walked towards the direction that should be the kitchen.

She didn't even see herself in pain!

Miso... miso... miso...

After a while, the slow and rhythmic sound of sharpening a knife sounded from outside the door...

I don't know why, but the voice seemed to be rubbing against Zhang Dapeng's nerves, making him feel a sense of coldness and fear all over his body.

It was as if the sound was not the sound of sharpening a knife, but the countdown of one's own life.

Zhang Dapeng's eyes almost popped out of his head. The fear of death made his eyes split open. An unknown force came from nowhere, supporting him to sit up suddenly.

My whole body was covered in sweat, and it seemed like it was flowing for free.

His body was still as if someone was tightly hugging him, unable to move, but his breathing became a little easier, and the feeling of suffocation and death was slowly fading away.

At this moment, Teacher Li's voice came from the kitchen.

"This knife hasn't been sharpened for a long time and it's already dull."

"I can't wait to kill him."

"Then dig out his heart and feel the beating of a human heart."

"His meat must be delicious, but I can't eat him."

"He is still useful, I want him..."

As the feeling of suffocation gradually receded, the feeling that the sound was infinitely amplified also began to dissipate.

Teacher Li's creepy voice followed that voice and finally disappeared.

In the room, only the sound of sharpening knives echoed.

Zhang Dapeng's limbs were cold and his scalp was troublesome. Teacher Li's voice, which was full of sadness and a hint of morbid joy, was always echoing in his mind.

"She wants to kill me? Teacher Li wants to kill me?"

The image of Teacher Li waving a kitchen knife towards him flashed through his mind, and Zhang Dapeng felt that the whole room was as cold as an ice cave.

At this moment, Teacher Li's footsteps sounded again, getting closer and closer.

She... is here!

Zhang Dapeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost jumped up from the bed like a sharp arrow. He grabbed the utility knife on the table and hid it in his inner wrist.

Staring at the door nervously, the footsteps getting closer and closer seemed to step on Zhang Dapeng's heart.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Until there was a squeak...
Chapter completed!