The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Due to Zhou Keer's self-righteousness, the effect of the muscle relaxant gradually dissipated, and Deng Shentong finally recovered some strength.

He gently turned his wrist, carefully feeling the supernatural power surging in his body.

Although Compound No. 3 still remained, he could only mobilize a very small amount of his supernatural power. However, this little bit of power was enough for him.

Deng Shentong took a deep breath, and his originally white palms were now covered by a layer of faint silver light.

Then he took a deep breath and tightly grasped the chain that had bound him for many days.

The seemingly indestructible chain was now trembling slightly between his slender fingers. His arm muscles were tense, and strength was constantly gathering in his palms, and the silver light was becoming more and more dazzling.

As time passed, there was a crisp "click" sound. The extremely hard chain was as fragile as noodles and was easily broken! The broken chain fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

A hint of surprise flashed across Deng Shentong's eyes, and then an uncontrollable sense of pleasure surged in his heart.

He has been trapped with this chain for days. Now that he has finally regained his freedom, how can he not be excited?

He gently moved his limbs, which had become numb from being trapped for so long, and felt his body gradually regain strength. Then, he cast his eyes on Zhou Ke'er, who was unconscious beside him.

"Goodbye, Miss Zhou." Deng Shentong murmured to himself, his tone somewhat helpless.

To be fair, in this purgatory-like cage carefully constructed by Zhang Yi, Zhou Ke'er did give him a rare glimmer of hope, allowing him to breathe a little.

However, at this moment, he no longer had the heart to think about the past.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then turned around resolutely and walked towards the door of the room with firm steps.

Half of the iron chain was still tightly wrapped around his ankle, making crisp clash sounds as he moved.

Through the window, you can see that it is night outside, with snowflakes flying everywhere, and you can't see the specific scene clearly. Deng Shentong glanced at the thermometer on the wall. The temperature outside is about minus 40 degrees Celsius.

It would be impossible for him to go out wearing these clothes. With his current abilities, the blessing of the Holy Body could not last for too long.

Deng Shentong found Zhang Yi's room based on his memory. After searching around and not seeing his own windbreaker, he just picked up one of Zhang Yi's and put it on.

He had checked through the window earlier that his snowmobile was still parked in the same place.

Although Zhang Yi took away Deng Shentong's car keys, the car was equipped with the most advanced system and Deng Shentong only needed iris recognition to unlock it.

In order to avoid any further trouble during the night, he hurriedly put on some cold-proof clothes and went to open the door of the shelter.

As long as he walked out of here and got on the snowmobile, he would be able to escape from this suffocating cage and things would be back on track.

The heavy iron door creaked open, and the howling cold wind and snow from outside blew in his face. Deng Shentong was blown so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and subconsciously blocked them with his hands.

After adjusting to the outside temperature again, he walked to the snowmobile with difficulty in the wind and snow.

Deng Shentong reached out to wipe the snow off the car window, then put his eyes close to the iris scanner. After a moment, the car door lock opened automatically.

Deng Shentong quickly got into the car, closed the door, and felt much more at ease.

He started the engine and the snowmobile started with a roar. The constant temperature system instantly raised the temperature inside the car, and the warm air gradually relaxed his tense nerves.

At this moment, a chill suddenly struck his neck, as if a ghostly gaze quietly fell on his back.

The chill was like a long sword, piercing his skin and reaching his bones, making him shiver involuntarily.

Deng Shentong was shocked and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

He instinctively turned his head quickly, trying to see what was staring at him from behind.

When his eyes swept across the back seat, the scene before him made his pupils shrink suddenly and all the hairs on his body stood up.

In the darkness, he saw a pair of eyes emitting faint light, staring at him like a wild beast.

The devil-like man sat in the back seat leisurely with his arms folded, a crazy smile on his face.

That smile revealed an unspeakable evil and cruelty that made people shudder.

The man raised his lips slightly, revealing a row of sinister white teeth, and said softly:

"Where are you going so late, Captain?"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the devil deep in hell, and every word sounded like torture.

Deng Shentong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to find a flaw in the other person's eyes, but he only saw endless indifference and murderous intent.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Zhang Yi, he felt like he was trapped in a nightmare and completely lost control of the situation.

"How will you be here?!"

Zhang Yi still maintained his smile, but his eyes were creepy. He reached out his hand to Deng Shentong, who immediately dodged backwards violently, his whole body pressed against the dashboard.

"Don't be afraid, Captain. It's so cold outside, why did you sneak out?"

Zhang Yi felt a bit perversely satisfied with his reaction, and the corners of his mouth widened even further, making him look just like an evil ghost seeking revenge.

"You know you're afraid, but you still dare to run?"

He pounced forward and grabbed Deng Shentong by the collar. Deng Shentong's mind went blank for a moment, but his body acted before he thought, and he slapped Zhang Yi hard in the face with his palm.

"Do not touch me!"

Zhang Yi was hit so hard that his head tilted to one side, leaving five bright red fingerprints on his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with anger and resentment, but his expression became more and more excited and distorted.

"Interesting... Really interesting..." Zhang Yi murmured, "You know the consequences of angering me."

As he said that, he grabbed Deng Shentong's wrist and exerted a little force, and Deng Shentong cried out in pain.

"You can't escape, Deng Shentong..." Zhang Yi leaned close to Deng Shentong's ear and whispered like a ghost, "I told you, you belong to me..."

Deng Shentong only felt a chill rising up his spine, and his hair stood on end.

When he thought of Zhang Yi's perverted methods and humiliating torture, his stomach began to churn, and the strong feeling of nausea almost made him vomit on the spot.

He used all his strength to struggle free from Zhang Yi's hands that were holding his arms tightly like iron clamps, then he pushed open the car door beside him and rushed into the snowy world without looking back.

At this moment, heavy snow was falling outside, the wind was howling, and the biting cold wind made people's faces hurt.

But Deng Shentong no longer cared about these. There was only one thought in his mind - to escape from this devil Zhang Yi!

He trudged through the thick snow, and every step was as painful as walking on the edge of a knife.

However, despite his best efforts, the ghostly figure chasing him from behind never disappeared.

Zhang Yi was like a nightmare that he could never get rid of, and it kept haunting him.