Chapter 279 (1/2)

Zhao Pengcheng stood up slowly, and the shackles on his feet made a clatter. He felt a little pain in his ankle, numb in his legs and uncomfortable, but he was in a very happy mood.

He looked at the guy across the street who looked cool but couldn't wake up again, and his eyes showed pity. He doesn't know why he has such emotional disclosure. Human beings are so fragile. A little thing will make the prefrontal cortex and amygdala of the brain hyperactive, and secrete some completely unnecessary hormones. In his opinion, fear and sexual excitement may be out of survival instinct, but all kinds of emotions are not good for the body. I don't understand why humans evolved this kind of thing.

Zhao Pengcheng has got rid of the influence of basic physical sexual needs, which makes his physical and mental strength much stronger. Since he went to prison, he is trying to overcome the influence of other emotions on himself.

He found that there are many very useful methods in the ancient records of human beings, such as meditation and yoga, which can help people effectively suppress seven emotions and six desires, reduce the negative impact of the body on the spirit, and improve the spiritual power to a certain extent.

Zhao Pengcheng was dismissive of these in the past, but now Zhao Pengcheng is full of enthusiasm. The boring life in prison just gave him a chance to try. By borrowing the books brought in by his cellmates and the magazines he subscribed to, he occasionally found a lot of information in this regard.

Although we have gained a lot, we haven't done all the work. For example, at this time, when he looked at Qingmu, he actually had a little sympathy and pity, probably because Qingmu had such a powerful spiritual power, and now he could only get out of the dark corridor, and there was only a body that would soon decay.

In addition to pity, Zhao Pengcheng is still very happy. Although the only dream corridor that belonged to him and could contact the organization was no longer available, he felt it was worth it to get rid of a powerful enemy for their race, but he could no longer contact the organization.

Zhao Pengcheng doesn't know how such corridors come from. Only core members of the organization or members assigned to important tasks can have such corridors.

He felt it necessary to find a way to tell the organization that there are people with such powerful spiritual power as Aoki, which is the real threat to the race compared with those scientists.

The prison guard next to them looked at them strangely, probably because he hasn't said a word to Aoki since he came in. Zhao Pengcheng wanted to laugh. How did this stupid human know that he and Aoki had just played a big game in another time and space? Although he was inferior to his opponent in strength and was almost killed by his opponent, he made full use of his home advantage and wisdom to achieve anti killing.

The prison guard saw him stand up and snapped, ”what are you doing? Sit down!”

Zhao Pengcheng didn't have the habit of shouting to report to the government like Yu Jianguo. He just smiled contemptuously and said, ”I should go back to work.”

The prison guard asked strangely, ”the meeting time is not over yet. Do you... Don't talk?”

Zhao Pengcheng pointed to Aoki and said, ”he seems to be ill. I suggest you take him to the hospital.”

The prison guard went over to see Qingmu and pushed it. As expected, Qingmu didn't move. He said nervously and sternly to Zhao Pengcheng, ”what tricks are you playing? Don't think it's good for you. You're a felon and can't go out!”

When the ambulance arrived, Aoki was carried out on a stretcher.

Zhao Pengcheng has never seen Aoki since he left the meeting room.