"Donor Wang, that's a thank you."
"How about continuing to cooperate?"
"The young monk still knows a little bit about the information about this small temple. I think it will be of great help to Donor Wang."
Miroku said with a smile on his face.
But Wang Ye knew...
This guy is going to see off guests.
That piece of information, which I don’t know whether it’s true or false, is the most obvious hint.
If you don't leave, I might trick you to death.
Is there any way to break the situation? ! !
For a moment, Wang Ye's brain was racing, but he still couldn't figure out how to fight against the Maitreya Chamber again.
This feeling of being eaten through really made Wang Ye unable to start.
I always feel that every step I want to take has been calculated by Maitreya in advance and is standing in front of me, waiting for me.
"Donor Wang, what do you think...?"
Maitreya still had a spring-like smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold.
...
As for Wang Ye, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.
Maitreya must have spent a lot of time analyzing his character. According to that person's vigilance, Lu Qing and Zhao Hai must also be among them.
But...what about Zhang Ziliang?
If there is a thinker that Wang Ye knows best, it must be Zhang Ziliang!
But except for Zhang Ziliang's sword attack, Maitreya has almost never played opposite him, so it is most likely that he has never done Zhang Ziliang's character modeling.
Who would waste time worrying about a dead person.
"Aren't you willing to simulate or guess?"
"Then you should guess who this person is first."
The corner of Wang Ye's mouth curved, and he no longer paid attention to Maitreya. Instead, he just held the ghost knife and closed his eyes sharply.
I am Zhang Ziliang.
I'm going through a very complicated thing.
Now, there is a crisis that needs me to solve.
Wang Ye was brainwashing himself crazily in his mind, and even took the initiative to assume his identity as Zhang Ziliang. At this moment, he had even forgotten his identity as Wang Ye.
Moreover, he filled in the model he built in a short time based on Zhang Ziliang's character and habits in his mind.
In other words...this thing is called hypnosis.
Anyway, within a short period of time, Wang Ye would stubbornly believe that he was Zhang Ziliang, and would even do things that he could not do with his usual wisdom.
There is precedent for this.
A thin ordinary man, after being hypnotized, turned into a strong man, able to carry stones that he could not lift before.
Of course, the price is that after ending the hypnosis, you will suffer some serious harm to yourself.
…
It sounds like a long time, but the time that actually passed was only about a few seconds. When Wang Ye opened his eyes again, he glanced at Maitreya with a little amusement in his eyes.
"Young man, you are still in good spirits."
Almost immediately, Wang Ye expressed high praise for Maitreya.
But Maitreya frowned deeply and looked at Wang Ye warily, just because of that look.
I always felt that there was no fear in Wang Ye's eyes when he looked at me, not even nervousness, but caution, just a touch of curiosity.
Maitreya was sure that this look did not belong to Wang Ye.
"Have you brainwashed yourself?"
Maitreya looked at the mutated Wang Ye and asked in a low voice.
But Wang Ye's eyes only glanced at Maitreya, and then like a simple old cadre, he put his hands behind his back, observing the room, and even stretched out his hand to touch the wall, and then brought it to the tip of his nose. Smell it.
"You want to kick me out?"
"It's not very moral, right? It's a valuable deal at first glance, and the person who sees it must have a share, right?"
After scanning around, Wang Ye turned his gaze back to Maitreya, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile.
Seeing that Maitreya wanted to speak, Wang Ye calmly pressed his hands, just like the gesture he made subconsciously while coughing when the leader wanted to make a speech during a meeting.
"No need to refute, isn't it just information?"
"Coincidentally, I just discovered something too."
"If we calculate it now, everyone has something valuable in their hands. If we cooperate, no one will lose."
"Of course, you can also bet that I'm cheating on you."
"Just like I don't believe you know the secret of this place."
With that said, Wang Ye casually picked up the Ghost Sword, looked at it admiringly, and said twice: "Wisdom must be matched with strength. If you can fool, just fool. If you can't fool, beat him half to death, and then continue to fool. This is the wise man. The real essence.”
...
The atmosphere was somewhat solemn.
Maitreya stared at Wang Ye, and after a long time he breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you imitate Zhang Ziliang's character?"
"Or, self-hypnosis?"
Wang Ye smiled and shook his head: "Is it important?"
"I can be Wang Ye, Zhang Ziliang, Li Changgeng, or even Lu Qing."
"In other words, now I can change my style at will."
"You might as well guess who I am at this second!"
Wang Ye's voice gradually became calmer and he looked very steady. He looked at Maitreya with a calm gaze, giving him a sense of familiarity.
Lu Qing...
Soon, Wang Ye smiled again, his eyes filled with unparalleled confidence.
Li Changgeng...
Finally, it returned to its previous playful state.
"So, there is no such thing as hypnosis or not. Read less things on the Internet. There will be more useful ones and more useless ones."
"Perhaps the things that surprise you are just used by others to deceive traffic."
"You can't control the Internet."
"I am Wang Ye. I just imitate other people's styles, thinking, and hypnosis. What are you thinking about?"
"How funny."
Wang Ye's smile was a little sarcastic.
"Now, do you want to cooperate?"
"Still want to kick me out??"
"Don't worry, now I'm... not afraid of being cheated at all."
Wang Ye behaved very boldly.
Maitreya was silent.
I don't know what he is thinking about. If he follows Wang Ye's past style, he will start a big job at this time. If he is not asking for a job, he will at least be disgusted with Maitreya and not give him time to think.
But now, Wang Ye just strolled around and found a chair. He didn't mind it being dirty. He casually wiped the dust on it and sat down.
Waiting quietly.
But it also revealed that strong self-confidence.
I...let you think.
Give you time.
However, this invisible pressure created a greater deterrent to Maitreya.
People who play with their brains usually play with stream of consciousness.
Every move is full of mystery.
today...
was suppressed.
Still being suppressed very thoroughly.
In fact, it cannot be said that Maitreya is inferior to Zhang Ziliang. It can only be said that the two are good at different styles. In this situation, he is the home court!
