Yin Le's fingers and toes were a little cold and stiff. She forced herself not to look at the workspace interface, and at the same time used mind control and a gradually fading switching mode to bring an irrelevant icon to the forefront as covertly as possible.
This process went quite smoothly, at least it wasn't exposed by Ronan. Maybe he didn't notice it? But that person's thoughts were constantly tapping into their mental levels, forming a clear message:
"Why are you looking for me? What are you going to talk about?"
A reasonable inquiry seems to be an understatement and effortless, but this approach is the most incredible pressure. Yin Le suddenly realized that there was a hidden meaning in Ronan's communication through distance.
Eighty kilometers! Maybe there are a few spiritual side mortals in the world who can cover the attack distance here, or even increase it by ten or twenty times. But it must be caused by the storm turbulence caused by the configuration of the abyss area, and it must also leave corresponding traces.
With the Blood Soul Temple solidified in the Abyss, whether it can be blocked is one thing, and whether there is an early warning is another.
However, when Ronan's thoughts entered the scene, there was no response from the Blood Soul Temple. When this happens, either Ronan's ability to control the storm turbulence in the Abyss Zone is superb, ranking higher than most extraordinary species in the world, and far beyond the level of the Blood Soul Temple; or he did not use the Abyss Zone at all, Relying on pure soul power, he covered this area with his own spiritual network, captured the spiritual realm of the two chief priests of the Blood Flame Order, and effectively interfered.
No matter what the outcome is, it has the terrifying power to shatter common sense. It was Yin Le's understanding that made the power manifest, as if it had gathered into a dark thunder cloud, weighing on her heart. This was more suffocating than what she had experienced in Aurora Cloud City.
Unknowingly, the chill on Yin Le's fingertips had penetrated up to his spine. Half of his back was soaked with cold, and a thin layer of sweat oozed out. At this time, Mrs. Halder's voice sounded at the right time, no longer going through Fei Jin's meaningless channel, and she spoke like a normal chat:
"We would like to ask you, Mr. Luo, about the origin of the 'Bone Hill' on the sea outside Xia City."
Yin Le opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It was purely an instinctive reaction of uneasiness. Mrs. Halder's words hit the most sensitive area, which should have been the ultimate goal of their roundabout exploration... Well, now they had no room for roundabout ways.
On a spiritual level, Ronan's answer was simple and direct: "I have no reason to explain to you."
"Then what Mr. Luo means is that there is nothing wrong with our 'request for explanation'. The explanation or not is only up to Mr. Luo's thoughts?"
Yin Le bit her lower lip. Mrs. Halder's tone was very calm, but in fact she was using sophistry skills to forcefully gain space under Ronan's pressure. This is something I can't do no matter what I do at this moment.
The rocking chair was rocking gently, and Mrs. Halder's body language was also very relaxed. She was smiling, and she had time to adjust the position of her legs: "Then please allow me to make a preliminary conclusion: Off the coast of Xia City, that building may be an attack site." The Bone Hill, which is the key to killing Jintong, was constructed according to the fundamental secret method of our sect, the Blood Soul Temple. Mr. Luo, through some means, you have mastered this set of thaumaturgy that even I, the chief priest, cannot achieve... His talent is truly admirable and enviable."
On the Aurora Cloud City side, Ronan curled his lips. He "peeped" many times at Mrs. Halder's control of the overall situation. The surprise was gone, but it was still difficult to deal with.
He has placed the "Luo Nan Ruler" in Yin Le's heart, and has caused it to expand rapidly, leveraging the mind's defense line, and destroying it in a matter of seconds. But Mrs. Halder controlled the turmoil in her heart very well. The "ruler" was indeed penetrating, but the force of the prying was not obvious.
Ronan was well prepared for his ruthless decision-making and sharp words. He was not annoyed. He completely left Fei Jin aside, who only knew how to pose, and continued to try to control the expansion and contraction mapping of "Luonan Ruler". I want to hear what Mrs. Halder has to say next.
"It's always hard to balance a family's signature dish when it's served by someone else's chef... Of course, Mr. Luo, you can use it to kill Jintong. This ability is beyond the level of 'Blood Soul'" No matter how you look at it, the limits of the temple are not derived from our fallen sect. There is no need to give us any explanation to act upright and stand upright."
Mrs. Halder smiled and laughed at herself. She was obviously talking to the air, but it was like a one-man show by a famous actress, vivid and natural.
Dozens of kilometers away, Ronan's face felt slightly warm.
Don't look at Mrs. Halder's words. She spoke from Ronan's point of view. Her posture was very low, but there was clearly a sharp edge hidden in it - at least that's what Ronan heard.
The secret technique of "Blood Soul Temple" was originally obtained by Ronan from the Blood Flame Cult. Basically, when Morlun stole Jack's remnant soul to feed his face spider, the magic talisman came and occupied the magpie's nest, stealing the dragon and turning it into a phoenix. Since then, the Blood Flame Cult did not attack Ronan very much. They just grew up and grew up obediently. They had no idea about their hard work in herding and made wedding clothes for the magic talisman. What was originally a small grudge in the form of an encounter was played out by Ronan with interest and interest, nine times out and thirteen times back, and finally all was lost.
Well, it also comes with a Morun puppet at the end.
More or less, Ronan was a little embarrassed. But more importantly, she was curious about Mrs. Halder's mental state.
This officiant, who is supposed to be the "lost dog", is really not just pretending to be in a situation where he is able to change freely in the face of strong oppression.
Does she have something to rely on? Unlike... Judging from the fluctuations on the mental level, it is by no means a calm and careless relaxation, but more like a stimulating enjoyment from the spirit to the body in an excited state.
This woman is enjoying her current dangerous situation.
"That's interesting."
Luo Nannan was not annoyed, but was aroused with strong curiosity and desire to explore. He had a hunch that one special target like Mrs. Halder would be more effective in promoting and improving his related research than ten Yin Le people, or more than a hundred or a thousand of the drunken guys on the rooftop.
Why didn't he notice it before?
Ronan waved his hand and swept aside the sketches about Fei Jin in the virtual workspace. He took the electronic pen again and quickly sketched lines in the workspace. In a few breaths, he completed the scene where Mrs. Halder was sitting on the rocking chair. The calm and composed demeanor is vividly described.
However, this is not enough.
During this period of time, Mrs. Halder’s words lingered in my ears: “Our sect cannot ask you, Mr. Luo, to do anything. We can only shamelessly plead for help for the sake of some incense and affection.” .”
Ronan "watched" the expression of Mrs. Halder's lips opening and closing. Information about this humanoid god's structure, life sketch, mental state and other aspects were intertwined one after another. The material was rich and the angles were diverse, but his pen tip was under the soft light. There have been several ups and downs in the work area, but it is still a bit difficult to write.
There was a flavor that he didn't catch.
However, as soon as Mrs. Halder said the next sentence, Ronan's pen tip crooked.
"...After all, we are also members of the Xia City branch and belong to the same lineage of ability users."
What the hell!
Ronan couldn't help but raise his head and shouted into the room: "Mrs. Halder is a member of the Summer City branch?"
The two bodyguards looked at each other, communicated with each other, and finally gave a positive answer.
There is no doubt that this is the fault of the purpose of the Ability Person Association. It claims to be an industry association that accommodates ability persons around the world. Since the members of the secret sect are also ability persons, the relevant personnel can theoretically only be open-minded about joining the association.
It's just that there are very few people like Mrs. Halder who join with the elite of the cult and pay regular membership dues.
Ronan made two false strokes on the sketch and shook his head: This is really a good reason!
Mrs. Halder's eyes were bright and the corners of her lips were raised, as if she was communicating with a friend, frank and bright: "Of course, based on the 'Blood Soul Temple' alone, I believe that Mr. Luo will look at the Blood Flame Order in a different light. . In this way, if the answer to 'White Bone Hill' is not convenient to give, then I hope Mr. Luo can help me solve another problem, a technical problem, for the sake of this incense."
"technical problem?"
Ronan repeated casually, corrected the pen tip again, and made shadows in the work area. However, he still couldn't outline the details further. It was always just a little bit short. This made him a little anxious, but he also felt that he would get what he wanted but didn't get. Impulse and yearning.
"What's the difference... Well, I mean, what's the difference in your skills?"
As soon as he said this, Yin Le, who was so tense next to him that he was about to collapse, his eyes lit up slightly, his heart suddenly relaxed, and he was so impressed by his boss's methods.
"I came back... I really realized it later!" As soon as a person relaxes, his mind comes alive. At this time, Yin Le finally realized the significance of Mrs. Halder's series of words, deeds and attitudes.
Judging from the results of the personality mask analysis, Mrs. Halder lowered her attitude in time, responded honestly, and always made a fuss about Ronan's weakest social means. In the final analysis, there was only one purpose, which was to induce Ronan's "strong mask" to retreat. , and there cannot be "weak masks" in world communication, then naturally, "idea masks" will dominate.
As long as Ronan starts to be reasonable, the opportunity will come to suit him - because the essence of his "ideal mask" is a strong emotional need for blood relatives. In the current world, I am afraid that no one can truly satisfy Ronan's wish, but the next best thing is to start from the perspective of theoretical research, especially the research of format theory, which is very likely to trigger his compensatory psychology and cause him to suffer from compensatory psychology. Get effective positive feedback.
Contacting Ronan at this time should be the easiest opportunity to gain his favor. The most ideal way is, of course, to cater to his thoughts and ideas, fully communicate with him, give him enough respect and understanding, and preferably provide him with inspiration and inspiration.
Although we knew there was such an opportunity and made corresponding plans, in the earlier crisis situation, any plans were meaningless. On the contrary, Mrs. Halder did not hesitate in the face of danger and gave an almost perfect demonstration.
The most difficult period is over!
Yin Le couldn't wait to think this, and then she heard Mrs. Halder's clear and smooth tone: "Mr. Luo, what I said before is that the secret skills of the Blood Soul Temple passed down from the family are bad. I don't know. Sir, are you free to help our sect correct the shortcomings in this area?"
ah?
Yin Le's heart suffocated, and Ronan's thoughts came in again: "You mean the solidified configuration of your cult in the Abyss? That's a mess."
