Chapter 27 Pervasive

"At that time, he was a very progressive young man and very thoughtful." Henry said thoughtfully, "But his ideas are always crazy. Even if I don't agree with some opinions, he is always stubborn; he fell out with almost all his colleagues... The news he tracks are strange minefields, and he is often invited to tea by the Bureau of Investigation... I'm crazy for him. But he kept resisting and didn't fire him.

"It seems that you can live until now because of the kindness to him at that time?" Pan Hongsheng couldn't help interrupting.

"Well, I wish I had shot him to death at that time!" Henry said angrily, "What that guy hides under his mediocre appearance is a devilish heart. After discovering the mystery of the curse, he immediately killed his colleagues and burned the printed newspaper!"

"Why? Why did he do this? Why don't you just write it?" Pan Hongsheng was a little puzzled: "Do you regret it after writing it? Do you think it's more beneficial to hide this secret than to publish it to the public?

Henry looked up at the sky: "Who knows! I have thought about a lot of things in prison over the years. In fact, it seems that he hid this secret for his own use at that time, which may not be a completely bad thing!"

Pan Hongsheng was stunned and then nodded.

It's true. A secret that involves a secret that can kill people at will has become so let a person master. In case the nerd Orian at that time announces the news, the whole world will fall into the shadow of death!

Those who are not right-minded, those who grit their teeth and are eager for revenge, and even those who are jealous, will not hesitate to kill people in this way without the cost of crime!

"What I want to tell you is that Orian is no longer the ordinary little reporter in the past. Over the years, he has studied curses and mastered the horrible spells of the sacrifices around the pharaohs in ancient times. Although I don't know what it is, I'm sure that it has nothing to do with ghosts and gods! There must be something important in the pharaoh's tomb, and he wrote that kind of thing in the next newspaper column, but he regretted it after writing it, so he killed and burned the newspaper, and finally became suspicious and wanted to kill me..."

After Henry said this, it was like a spleen balloon: "I don't care about life and death now. I've had enough of living like this! Get relief quickly, maybe you can give birth earlier..."

"Thank you, Mr. Henry! But I still have a question... Where is the place where Orian is most likely to live?" Pan Hongsheng stood up.

"Where is he most likely to live? Do you want to find his residence? Don't be delusional! He has been in a fixed place since he was addicted to cursing. Some people have seen him in the pile of beggars, and some people have seen him in some taverns and lower brothels... No one knows where he will appear in the next second and whose life he will take!" Speaking of this, Henry's breathing suddenly became short, and one hand covered his heart: "I, I have lived so long and spent most of my life in prison. Just as I was just starting my career, I encountered this kind of thing... It's a pity!"

After saying that, he also stood up and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to shake hands with Pan Hongsheng, but he stopped halfway through.

"What's wrong? Henry Anson?" Pan Hongsheng saw Henry's pupils suddenly dilated, and his body suddenly shrank...

He quickly stepped forward and held the other party's hand.

But that hand is unusually cold, like ice cubes!

Without waiting for him to come to his senses, the other party's body turned into a pool of black water, steaming hot...

He was still holding a crippled arm in his hand, and the rest of Henry's body no longer existed.

"Woo-woo..." The siren sounded! The guard outside said nervously, "Mr. Pan, hurry up and go after processing!" The management office has found that the prisoner has left his post overtime!"

Pan Hongsheng's movements were a little stiff. After all, Henry died under a curse, but the death of the other party seemed to have something to do with his visit.

To be precise, this Orian is a grateful person. Although he is paranoid by nature, he still let Henry, who took good care of himself at that time, live for decades.

The identity of the other party is already clear. But Pan Hongsheng knew very well that it was useless to know the details of the other party, because the other party had been closely watching his every move.

Old Henry was fine after spending decades in prison, but he died on his visit. The other party seemed to have good control over the curse.

He can accurately set the time of the curse attack to seconds, and even make the curse attack like an art.

Only those who master that kind of horror skill have such confidence!

In such a closed environment as a prison, the other party can effortlessly transmit the curse medium, easily apply it to the target, and calculate the time and place.

Pan Hongsheng couldn't help but be a little scared: "This Orian, is it a human or a ghost!"

How can an ordinary person have so much power? He can easily do things that even thousands of heroes with unique skills can't do.

On the way back, his car drove very slowly.

Why... is he so clear about my every move? Is it true that he deliberately left all the reports on the Internet?

He has calculated every step and is waiting for me to get the trap?

"Di Didi!" The car in front of me suddenly braked sharply, so that the shooting that was thinking about it was almost rear-ended.

Pan Hongsheng complained and looked forward...

There are several cars crooked on the road ahead, and they have been burned into coke.

"What's the matter? The police won't come to clean up if there is an accident!" The owner of the car in front of him is a fat man with a beard. He curses and wants to make a phone call.

But before he dialed out his number, he was in a different place.

Pan Hongsheng took a step back. He just saw something flashing in the air...

"Dang!" The protective body on the outside of me sounded! It seems to have been scratched by something sharp.

But looking around, it's still empty!

Pan Hongsheng only heard the footsteps around him, but he couldn't even see a person!

Is it that the other party's speed exceeds the limit that can be recognized by the naked eye?

Pan Hongsheng heard the old man mention that martial artists in some places specialize in practicing the skill of attack speed. They pursue the ultimate speed. Although the attack power may not be outstanding, they can end the battle in the blink of an eye!

"Dang!" Another huge noise! Although it is not an effective attack for Pan Hongsheng's body protection, the weapon in the other party's hand is very sharp from the sound!

Determined the opponent's attack mode, but Pan Hongsheng calmed down.

This kind of simple physical attack and without much power, you can't even consume your own internal energy, and there is no threat to yourself!

It's just that the speed of the other party is really surprising. This speed makes Pan Hongsheng's judgment of the other party's position is a problem.

He failed to hit several ray attacks.

Although there is a martial art of listening and arguing, it seems to be useless to these opponents who are constantly moving at high speed.

After several attacks failed, Pan Hongsheng was furious from the bottom of his heart: a group of little miscellaneous hairs also dare to show off their power in front of me!

A stream of hot gas came out of the body in an instant!

The fire gas swept the earth in an instant, and the originally invisible assassin was instantly burned and screamed, retreating!

Pan Hongsheng fixed his eyes and saw that these guys were all wearing wetsuits. No wonder they could survive from the power of their own fire. These strange-shaped assassins were gasping bellows one by one. Obviously, the high-speed attack just now required a lot of physical strength.

In addition to the amazing curse, Orian is indeed a layman in platooning.

Pan Hongsheng couldn't help but wonder: Since he knows something about me, he still needs to send this kind of assassin to assassinate, isn't he looking for his own death?

Maybe he doesn't care about the lives of these people?