The strongest healer

Chapter 92 Done
His movements were obviously restricted now. Song Shi seized the time and made crazy moves.

She was also injured if she failed to avoid it in time, but the pain would only last for a few seconds before being healed. Instead, the fleeting pain stimulated her nerves, doubling the speed and strength of her attacks.

Xiong Shizhong's decline was gradually showing, and his expression was more solemn than ever.

He hasn't faced such an opponent for a long time.

The speed and agility are astonishing.

The difference in body size is almost twice that of him, but the power contained in his body is not comparable to his.

And then there's the amazing pain tolerance.

He had already kicked her onto the metal cage, which collapsed more than half, and a metal rod even passed through her right waist. She could still stand up and pull out the metal rod with an expressionless face.

Subsequent actions were not affected at all.

It wasn't until he was kicked to the ground again by Song Shi and he saw Song Shi's red and violent aura hidden under his eyes that he suddenly woke up and said, "Violent type?!"

Song Shi smiled evilly, "You just realized it now?"

She punched it down.

Xiong Shizhong's face was hit to the side and his head was a little dizzy.

Song Dynasty had already experienced the thick skin and thick flesh of warriors.

Dare to block bullets with your body.

No matter how hard you hit him with your bare hands, you can't kill him.

There is only one way to think about it.

Song Shi placed his left hand on his heart.

The spiritual power slowly flows in from the palm of the hand, and through a layer of ribs, it accurately finds the powerfully beating fresh heart.

All mental power is covered.

"Creating patients!"

Heart valve cells divide and proliferate at a speed hundreds of times faster than that of genes, and soon the entire blood-pumping valve orifice is blocked.

Xiong Shizhong realized something was wrong the moment his heart felt inexplicably warm. The smell of death that he had never felt before lingered in his heart. He only had one thought left, escape! Escape quickly!

Stay away from this person!
He struggled immediately.

In the Song Dynasty, the skill of "creating patients" could not be achieved overnight, and it required even longer time than "repair".

"Repair" is to proliferate cells to the number that can make up for the damaged cells. "Creating patients" requires continuing to proliferate on this basis until the target person's normal life status is affected.

Just a little bit closer!
Can't let him leave!

This was Song Shi's only thought.

Xiong Shizhong's arm swung at her, but she knocked it away with the elbow of her left arm.

The elbows of the two collided. Xiong Shizhong, who had suffered many injuries and had a fragile arm, was at a disadvantage. His arm was broken again with a click, and it was hanging limply in the opposite direction.

Song Shi didn't feel comfortable bumping into him like this.

The veins on her forehead twitched, but she kept silent and punched Xiong Shizhong twice in the face.

"Be honest!"

Xiong Shizhong suffered humiliation.

Since his awakening, he has only been able to hit others on his own, and there is no way for others to suppress him and hit him.

He had never suffered such humiliation.

Immediately the carp stood up and wanted to turn over and sit up.

His heart suddenly twitched and hurt.

He suddenly couldn't breathe.

The blood on his face faded quickly, and the color of his lips gradually changed from red to black and purple.

Song Shi looked at this scene and felt happy, it was a success!
If you can’t kill him from the outside, you’ll disintegrate from the inside!

Xiong Shizhong covered his heart and gasped for air.

He no longer cared about resisting Song Shi, and the sudden heart attack frightened him.

The body's inability to supply blood normally caused his recovery ability to decrease rapidly.

how so? ! he thought desperately.

Song Shi stood up from him and looked down at Xiong Shizhong, who was rolling on the ground like a dying wild dog. He won't live long.

Song Shi picked up the pistol that Xiong Shizhong had shot off from the ground and shot him in the head.

Fang Liming, who was crawling slowly, was trembling with fright from the sudden shot. He looked back stiffly, the black muzzle of the gun aimed at him.

"Rao——"

Before he could finish saying the word "fate", Song Shi decisively pulled the trigger.

She didn't want to listen to any last words. Let Fang Liming live for one more second, and there would be one more second of uncertainty.

Fang Liming left a bullet hole in the center of his eyebrows and lay on his side on the ground. Thick blood slowly flowed from the back of his head and covered the auction table.

Don't stay here for long.

Song Shi glanced at the auction table. There were no people on the seats, but the place near the exit was crowded with people.

Everyone tried their best to reduce their presence and looked at her with fear and wariness.

The exit door was locked by Yang Miao from the outside the moment she started to act.

To protect these people.

After all, there is no one in this group of people who is a subordinate of a big boss. If they are allowed to run around, they can easily be accidentally injured by the firefight outside.

The turf war between Yang Miao and Fang Liming is a private matter and cannot involve too many forces.

Otherwise, even if Yang Miao wins in the end and offends some hidden bosses, it will not end well for her.

The place was eerily quiet.

But Song Shi understood that this was just because the auction house had good sound insulation.

If she guessed correctly, there was a fight going on in the entire building at the moment.

Fang Liming's men must be rushing in desperately to protect their boss.

After she came on the stage, Yang Miao and Xiao Lan, who had been among the waiters, quietly began to deal with the rest of the waiters backstage, and then led others to block the only passage into the auction table.

Give her time to deal with Fang Liming and Xiong Shizhong.

Originally, according to the plan, there was a high probability that Yang Miao would be able to free up his hands and come to the front desk to help her kill Fang Liming.

But now that Yang Miao has not appeared, it shows that the situation on their side is not optimistic.

Song Shi took a photo of Fang Liming lying on his side and sent it to the group temporarily established for this mission.

There is Yang Miao inside.

In the Song Dynasty, the text was added: Fang Liming and Xiong Shizhong are dead.

Glasses are the quickest reply.

[Glasses: I saw it. I have transferred the photos of the two of them to the light brains of everyone in the Light Society. 】

The purpose of this move is to kill the heart and destroy the psychological defense of Fang Liming's men.

The boss is dead, so there is no need for them to continue struggling.

[Eye: You leave first. I can't stand it anymore. Someone keeps attacking the surveillance here. I'm going to let go of my authority soon. 】

As the person who killed the leader of the Light Society, Song Shi didn't know how many people would hate her. She had better be cautious and not expose her body.

Song Shi pulled out the dagger stuck in Fang Liming's leg, stuffed it back into his cuff, and glanced at Chen Suqin, who was sitting in the battered metal cage.

She took a step forward.

Chen Suqin immediately shrank back in fear.

Song Shi silently broke out a hole in the metal cage that could allow one person to get out.

"Follow me if you want to live."

She left a word and turned away.

Chen Suqin almost didn't hesitate, got out of the hole, and followed closely behind her.

He would be dead if he stayed here. The person in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of trust, and he had some hope of living.

Song Shi took him quickly backstage.

After the two walked out of the surveillance field of view of the auction stage, the glasses allowed others to break into the surveillance camera.

A large number of people who had obtained surveillance rights saw Xiong Shizhong and Fang Liming, whose bodies were lying on the ground with their bodies already cold.

　Supplementary chapter~
　　
　
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