Wang Zijia ignored it and came to the yard he rented. At this moment, the courtyard of his cave had also turned into a paper house, with two red lanterns hanging in front of the door, like a spiritual house. Waiting for his return.
Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to enter the house. After all, there is no normal place here. Compared with wandering on the street, facing all kinds of strange people, and risking being caught for violating the city's rules, living in a spiritual house has become the best choice.
"Snapped!"
As Wang Zijia closed the door, the door made a crisp sound that was inconsistent with the paper house, completely cutting off the weird atmosphere of the outside world.
"call······"
After observing the surroundings, he found that the inside of the room was no different from the daytime. Everything was as real as before. Wang Zijia breathed a long sigh of relief.
After calming down his frightened mind, Wang Zijia looked again at No. 2, who had been demonized by him.
At this moment, No. 2 was still in a daze, seemingly unaware of the outside world. Blood-red crystals floating like drops of blood above his head were floating, emitting a faint red light, covering his whole body.
It seems that this crystal is not used for defense, but for unknown reasons, it has a certain hindering effect, so that the initial identity setting for them to enter the mysterious realm is relatively slow.
His mind flickered slightly, and the red copper weight brought Wang Zijia to the other party's chaotic sea of consciousness.
As the brilliance of the red copper weights shone, weights began to emerge one after another in the chaos. An eye-catching blood-red weight the size of a little finger caught Wang Zijia's attention.
Weight: Curse of Change
Status: Contaminated
Value: 34
Introduction: The sinister erosion of the evil spirit can silently turn a person into a member of the mysterious realm, give him an identity, and lead him to be trapped in a story book forever and reincarnate endlessly.
Note: There is a difference in the strangeness. It is not like evil and evil, but there are traces of artificial refining. Please pay attention.
Looking at the weird weights, Wang Zijia was stunned, his eyes staying on the notes for a long time.
Are the double-yolked eggs in the Hundred Demons Realm man-made?
My thoughts changed and my expression was uncertain for a long time, but there was no result.
In the end, Wang Zijia could only put aside his doubts for the time being and began to carefully check the other party's various weight information.
Because of the experience of the explosion of the interrogation master in Wanyuxian City last time, Wang Zijia searched particularly carefully.
However, I had never seen similar weights before, and I didn’t even know what kind of weights I was looking for, so Wang Zijia had to check the big weights first. After finding no problems, I started to look at various weights. The light spots began to be searched continuously.
Fortunately, he was in a state of consciousness at this moment, and his thoughts flashed extremely quickly. Otherwise, Wang Zijia didn't know how long it would take to retrieve these light point weights one by one with the naked eye.
Less than half an hour later, when Wang Zijia searched for the light point weight for more than half an hour, a black iron light point was pulled out by Wang Zijia.
Weight: Magic Word Oath
Status: Under detection
Value: 0.01
Introduction: The Demon Sect Bone Soul Temple imposes restrictions on its disciples. In order to increase the disciple's concealment and the chance of successful lurking, this method has almost no power and is just an anchor point detection. When a constraint violation is detected, force is passed through this anchor.
Young man, aren't you the one who has plucked your hair and is three feet away from the enemy? Do you have the ability to try fishing with this anchor point?
Looking at this weight, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to exchange this weight and the Weird Transformation Weight for his cultivation level.
After doing all this, Wang Zijia stepped out of the opponent's chaotic sea of consciousness.
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Outside, after Wang Zijia came to his senses, he looked at No. 2 calmly.
After a few breaths, No. 2 slowly came back to his senses from his trance.
He was at a loss for a moment, and then his whole body tensed subconsciously, and he looked around cautiously.
The brightly lit room, the cave training room, and Wang Zijia sitting at the desk looking at him indifferently, all these made him slowly come back to his senses.
"Senior brother, what's going on?" The other party tensed up and looked at Wang Zijia.
At this moment, Wang Zijia no longer had the need to continue acting with the other party. He looked at him indifferently and said, "Tell me about your identity, the information about the hidden blood veins, etc."
"Huh?" No. 2 was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned cold and he said, "Senior Brother No. 9, what do you mean by this?"
Wang Zijia reached out calmly and snapped his fingers.
"Snapped!"
Following a soft sound, faint mana fluctuations spread.
Seeing this, No. 2, who was tensed up, wanted to take action. But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and with his face twisted, he opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream.
"ah······"
It's a pity that the sound was confined to a small area by the concealment formation, and it couldn't spread even a little bit.
At first, No. 2 tried his best to endure it, but the pain in his consciousness, which was like severing his soul, and the pain in his body, which was like scraping his bones and shaving his flesh, hit him in waves like a tsunami, and he lost all his armor in an instant.
No. 2 had no idea that there were torture methods in the world that were more terrifying than the anti-interrogation training in the secret hall.
At this moment, he felt like he had become a piece of clay, being grasped by an extremely huge hand and being kneaded at will, especially his consciousness, which was the ultimate torture.
The various lines of defense built up through various trainings received over the years were like paper and were shattered in a matter of seconds.
"I say, I say, senior brother, senior, uncle, I am willing to say anything!" Finally, No. 2 shouted in almost a roaring voice.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia snapped his fingers again. The old man sat comfortably at the desk, drinking the tea he had just made from the storage bag, and looked at him lightly.
"breathe······"
No. 2's whole body was soaked with sweat, and he lay on the ground like mud, panting violently. After a moment, he took a breath.
"You'd better not have any evil intentions. In your current state, you can't blow yourself up in front of my eyes without my permission." At this time, Wang Zijia finally said something that was either a warning or a threat. .
The mud-like No. 2 trembled all over for a moment, his face was full of panic, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Division No. 9...Senior, what do you want to ask?" No. 2 lay softly on the ground as if resigned to his fate, and said so.
"First, let's talk about the situation of your Xueyin Group and your own situation." Wang Zijia said indifferently.
Hearing this, No. 2's eyes flashed coldly again, and then he said: "Our group is a new group. It was established less than a hundred years ago. It was established by the current deputy master of Jingxuemai..."
At this point, No. 2 was stunned. He subconsciously looked at his body that had no movement, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Oh, are you wondering why you are still alive and why the Demonic Oath didn't happen?" Wang Zijia listened to the other party's talk about the big boss, looked at the other party's appearance, and sneered.
(End of chapter)
