flstandardbreds Chapter 167 Poisoned Again, Blinded, Jiao Jiao Shark Has Gone Mad
Chapter 167 Poisoned Again, Blinded, Jiao Jiao Shark Has Gone Mad
The reversal happened so fast that no one could react in time. The test subject closest to him was unable to dodge in time and had his arm cut off with a single blow.
Blood mist and screams filled the air.
Everyone was stunned.
But the hypnotized test subject did not stop there; instead, he attacked his companions around him even more fiercely.
"Damn it, Number 8, what are you doing?" Subject 11, who was being chased and hacked at by Subject 8, couldn't help but curse.
Number 11 was being beaten down and was full of anger. Realizing something was wrong, he quickly looked at Sang Ling.
"It was you who did this. What did you do to him?"
Number 11 got up and attacked Sang Ling, but was intercepted by Number 8 halfway. The two then got into a fight. He cursed and fought at the same time, and when he turned around, he saw his companion not far away.
"She's controlling Number 8! Go kill her!" Number 11 shouted.
Everyone snapped out of their daze and rushed towards Sang Ling, drawing their weapons.
Sang Ling clicked her tongue, drew the dagger from her waist, flipped her wrist, leaned forward slightly, and her eyes changed instantly.
Before the enemy's attack arrived, she launched her own attack, her petite body as nimble and agile as a cat, sweeping past like a gust of wind.
The blade in his hand silently sliced across the enemy's neck.
Seal the throat with a knife.
The subject's horrified expression was still frozen on his face. He subconsciously touched his neck and only felt wet blood.
The next second, he collapsed with a pained expression.
"Number 13." Someone ran to Number 13, knelt down, and injected her with a vial of reagent, only to find that she had stopped breathing.
"How could this be?" The man was bewildered and shocked.
With bloodshot eyes, he stared at Sang Ling, who had silently retreated to a safe distance. His fists clenched, and he roared fiercely, "I'm going to kill you."
Wiping away the bloodstains from the dagger, the cold blade reflected a chilling blue light. Sang Ling slowly raised her eyes, her gaze devoid of any emotion.
Once again, she was caught in a chaotic battle as the experimental subjects launched a coordinated attack, tactically surrounding her.
Even with Sang Ling's exceptional skills, she was not spared from some injuries. Once her opponent became more prepared, she could no longer use hypnosis.
The sudden passivity made Sang Ling frown.
Subject 9, who had vowed revenge for Subject 13, went berserk and suddenly mutated, spitting out a cloud of black poisonous mist at her. Sang Ling quickly covered her mouth and nose and retreated.
When I stopped, I felt dizzy and my vision was blurry.
To be honest, Sang Ling never expected that someone would mutate while fighting and even spit at her.
Sang Ling pursed her lips in disgust, vaguely seeing someone draw a knife and slash at her, but her feet froze, unable to move.
Fortunately, Fu Zhirang arrived in time, grabbed her, and rolled her to the ground, narrowly avoiding a collision.
Sang Ling leaned against Fu Zhirang's chest, gently stroking his face, trying to open her eyes wide but could only see a blurry outline.
"Jiaojiao?"
"I'm here," Fu Zhirang replied in a deep voice, holding her hand.
Seeing the little girl's blank and lifeless eyes, Fu Zhirang's eyes surged with anger, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Anger, an anger that cannot be extinguished even by killing everyone.
Fu Zhirang's eyes turned red for a moment due to anger, but quickly disappeared.
No one noticed, except for boy number 2.
The young man was stunned.
He suddenly remembered someone, someone with the most terrifying eyes in the world.
But isn't that person already dead?
Sang Ling rubbed her eyes, refusing to believe it, and leaned closer to Fu Zhirang's face, trying hard to see something clearly.
Seeing the little girl approach with a sense of insecurity, Fu Zhirang suppressed his anger and softened his movements and voice.
"Don't be afraid, wait for me here." Fu Zhirang gently kissed Sang Ling's eyes and told her to wait for him where she was.
He'll avenge her after he kills all these eyesores.
Sang Ling stood there blankly, only seeing the other person's blurry figure getting further and further away, and rubbed her eyes again, feeling uncomfortable.
Finally, he just pursed his lips in exasperation.
"Once you've been poisoned by me, you're going to be blind for the rest of your life, hahahaha..." Number 9, transformed into a toad-man, let out a triumphant laugh.
Upon hearing this, Sang Ling pouted.
Bad news: I've been poisoned.
Good news: The damage is not deep.
Because she wasn't blind; at most, she was severely nearsighted.
The smug number 9 seemed oblivious to the seriousness of the situation and the fact that he had been targeted by death.
By the time the boy realized something was wrong and tried to warn him, it was too late.
"Oh no, get out of the way..."
Before the boy could finish speaking, Number 9, who had just been laughing heartily, had his heart crushed by a hand that passed through his back.
Number 9 turned around in surprise and saw a pair of sinister and cold eyes.
He opened his mouth, then fell straight down.
Fu Zhirang slowly withdrew his hands, which were stained with blood and bits of flesh, and slowly turned his head to look at the test subject, as if to say, "You're next."
A chill ran down everyone's spine.
Before they could react, Fu Zhirang, as if possessed by a god of death, activated his hunting mode.
They were also horrified to discover that the man who had been barely restrained by three people was now beyond the control of five.
"What the hell? How come it's getting more and more ferocious as it kills?" The boy, who had just been punched again, cursed as he looked at the massive weapon in the distance.
Thinking of something, the boy turned to look at the little girl squatting in the corner drawing circles.
He probably knows why.
The boy quietly approached Sang Ling from behind, looked into her dazed eyes, and sighed softly.
"Don't blame me." After all, you're his Achilles' heel.
The boy drew his knife, intending to take Sang Ling hostage, and threatened Fu Zhirang to stop.
But halfway through drawing the knife, he felt a chill on his neck; a dagger gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light was pressed against his neck.
The boy turned his head in surprise, "Aren't you blind?"
Sang Ling remained silent, pursing her lips.
"I'm blind, not deaf."
Boy: That was too hasty!