Chapter 323 So sophisticated
Meng Jin's hand glowed with golden light, and Wang Jixuan thought he was going to kill Li Weiqi directly.
Unexpectedly...it turned out to be therapy.
And if Wang Jixuan's perception was correct, the golden light Meng Jin was releasing now should have the effect of restraining the demonic energy.
Newly developed psychic circuits for spiritual practitioners?
Daochang Wang was a little surprised by this. After all, he had been listening to No. 5 complaining about how these three old guys were clinging to the past and acting like they were old. He didn't expect that they also had scientific research capabilities.
Let’s look above.
The golden light blooming from Meng Jin's palm penetrated into Li Weiqi's body. Li Weiqi's injuries seemed to have eased, and he woke up from his coma.
Li Weiqi shook his head, slowly raised his head and looked forward.
In just a moment, the fierceness and sparkle in Li Weiqi's eyes faded away, turning into helplessness and despair.
He smiled bitterly and said tremblingly: "Did another big shot come to torture me again..."
"My time is limited."
Meng Jin put his hands behind his back and said slowly:
"I probably know everything about you. Angel invited me here. I think you also know that you have no way to survive.
"Hurry up and tell me where the information is, and I will let you die quickly.
"Don't you know what the original trial team does?"
Li Weiqi's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he wanted to speak but hesitated.
He could read amusement in Meng Jin's eyes.
Meng Jin seemed to take pleasure in exposing his lies.
Li Weiqi asked in a low voice: "Aren't you already crippled by the black storm?"
The smile on Meng Jin's lips grew stronger: "Want to counterattack? You are too young, Li Weiqi."
After saying that, Meng Jin lightly snapped his fingers, and Li Weiqi was punched by the air on his left and right ribs at the same time. Li Weiqi lowered his head and spat out blood.
Meng Jin smiled and said: "This is the second to last time where the information goes."
Li Weiqi screamed several times and realized that the woman outside the door would not come in, so he finally admitted it.
He asked in a low voice: "Aren't you already crippled by the black storm?"
Meng Jin said calmly: "Do you only know this kind of inferior attack skills?"
He gently raised his hand, and the large muscles of Li Weiqi's legs and arms suddenly began to twist irregularly. In just two seconds, Li Weiqi raised his head and screamed, with a lot of cold sweat breaking out all over his body, and he kept swearing in his mouth.
Meng Jin scratched lightly with his fingers, and Li Weiqi's muscles were still twitching slightly, lowering his head and breathing heavily.
"I can play with you for half an hour," Meng Jin said calmly. "It's good for you and me to say it. This torture method is only the most basic. I can also treat you and interrogate you at the same time."
Li Weiqi looked up at Meng Jin and continued to smile with squinted eyes: "Aren't you already crippled by the black storm..."
Meng Jin's nose trembled slightly and he punched forward suddenly.
With a loud bang, Li Weiqi's chest collapsed inward, and the ribs that folded inward almost pierced his heart.
Li Weiqi's lips turned purple, and he was still thinking to himself: "Aren't you... already beaten to death by the black storm..."
Meng Jin flicked his left hand violently.
A bloody arrow sprayed on the cross behind him, and Li Weiqi's head slowly slid off.
"Hmph, the repeater brainwashed by Fu Jian."
Meng Jin shook his head, turned and left.
The original head of the trial team, who was rare and had many interrogation techniques, hated this interrogation.
Not long after Meng Jin left, a shallow circle of light appeared under Li Weiqi's feet, and a very shallow ripple mark quickly disappeared.
…
Li Weiqi is dead.
He clearly remembered that he died at the hands of a frustrated Meng Jin.
'Well, I only did one or two meaningful things.'
‘It’s worth it.’
'It just fucking hurts. After carrying it for so long, Angel still hasn't softened his heart.'
'They have been asking about the whereabouts of the intelligence. They probably want to follow the clues and catch the Naturalists. So what exactly is the problem?'
'No, why can I still think? Haven't I lost all my head?'
Li Weiqi suddenly reacted.
It took him a long time to barely perceive [self], and then he found himself in a black and empty box.
When I looked down, I saw that I was a weak soul.
Light soul, light soul.
'I really can be a jerk in some situations.'
Li Weiqi sighed lightly.
He stood in the darkness, thinking about Angel's pregnancy, his excitement when he directly saw the black storm itself, and many more...
The only thing he didn't think about was whether he would be able to survive next.
This is actually something beyond his understanding.
I don’t know how long it took.
'Eh? Why am I not dead yet?'
Li Weiqi, who had reviewed his life over and over, felt a little confused again.
Suddenly, there was a faint light flickering in the darkness.
Li Weiqi was subconsciously curious, and his soul began to slowly approach the shimmering light involuntarily.
He has the most basic vigilance, worried that this is some new type of interrogation method. He has heard people say it before...
"Li Weiqi?"
An old, powerful voice floated slowly from the front.
Li Weiqi was startled, and the faint light hit him, creating a screen of light.
He subconsciously covered his eyes with the back of his hand, heard the chirping of birds in his ears, and smelled the fragrance of flowers on the tip of his nose. When he put down his hands, he found that he was in a forest.
In the distance, the green mountains are like black clouds, and nearby, there are forests of pines and cypresses.
There is a mossy stone road under your feet, and at the end of the road you can see a small fenced courtyard.
Everything feels so real;
That is, Li Weiqi raised his hand to touch his chest. His palm didn't touch anything real, so he just passed through it.
Oh, it's not real.
"Little friend."
The old voice came again.
Just after hearing a creaking sound, the wooden door of the thatched cottage in the small courtyard was opened, and an old Taoist with a childish face and white hair, wearing a green robe, walked out slowly with a fly whisk in hand, and called to Li Weiqi with a smile.
"Come this way."
Li Weiqi pointed to his nose: "Me?"
"Is there anyone else here?"
The old Taoist said warmly:
"There is a man named Wang Zheng, who is also known as Black Storm among you. Do you know?"
Li Weiqi nodded quickly and said with a smile: "He is a great hero that everyone admires, or a great man who saved countless people. Of course I have heard of this name."
There was a bit of a smile in the old Taoist's eyes.
He said slowly: "Your wariness is reasonable. Pindao knows everything you have suffered during this time... Wang Zheng asked Pindao to come here to look for you."
Li Weiqi was obviously startled.
He smiled and said, "How could this big shot know about a little guy like me?"
"Because you gave him a letter."
The old Taoist gently shook the fly whisk, and Li Weiqi floated into the small courtyard on his own and sat on a futon under a crooked-neck tree.
When it came to the letter, Li Weiqi's expression finally changed.
The old Taoist said softly: "You not only gave him a letter, you met him for the first time, you met his puppet, and you were treated as a messenger by him."
Li Weiqi frowned and looked at the old man in front of him.
"Who...are you?"
The whisk in the old Taoist's hand shook slightly, and several stick figures jumped out of the whisk. One made a seal, one cast a spell, and one wielded a sword.
These are Wang Jixuan's 'unique' methods.
Li Weiqi was dazzled by what he saw.
The old Taoist sighed softly: "Wang Zheng's death was due to his lack of ability and his failure to break the situation. He only injured some of the furs of the blade beasts... Seeing that you still have some doubts, it's fine. I'll let you take a look at what he sent back.
This memory."
The old man raised his hand towards Li Weiqi. Li Weiqi subconsciously closed his eyes and concentrated, and saw a first-person battle scene.
This is Wang Jixuan's own memory fragment, and of course it cannot be faked.
Li Weiqi was mentally shaken, and he opened his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him.
The old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard, nodded slowly, and continued to maintain his superior demeanor.
The old man said slowly:
"Although Wang Zheng died, mortals in this world still suffered from beasts and misfortunes.
"You don't have to worry. Wang Zheng's soul has returned to the upper realm. It's just that because of the failure in this assessment and the trauma, he will be imprisoned for three thousand years to allow him to reflect."
"Three thousand years..."
Li Weiqi hurriedly said: "This, this old man, don't be like this. You don't know how powerful the enemy Mr. Black Storm faces. He has had a huge impact on the world in such a short period of time and killed so many people."
The king-level blade beast..."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Three thousand years is just a nap for an immortal."
The old Taoist smiled and waved his hand:
"You are a kind-hearted person. You have just endured ten days of suffering and death, but you still want to plead for others."
Li Weiqi laughed miserably: "I have a good heart, but it is of no use. I am just a little shrimp. I struggled in the quagmire for a few times before I realized that the sky I saw was just the sky, and it was not my thing.
"
The old Taoist sighed softly, but he didn't shy away from the topic and went directly to the topic.
"Pindao saved your life just to entrust you with something."
"Just tell me...I don't know what to call you."
"He's just an old Taoist from the mountains. He doesn't deserve any title. Just call him a poor Taoist, an old man."
The old Taoist caressed his beard and whispered:
"Wang Zheng is not willing to leave the stage like this.
"But his soul was damaged. If he were to return forcibly, he would probably be wiped out, so Pindao deliberately imprisoned him for a period of time to allow him to recuperate and complete his unfinished mission.
"Such a trial is the only way for him to reach the upper world, but now he has suffered a serious blow. Pindao is his senior brother, and he doesn't want to see him fall into his own obsession, so he wants to find a helper or two for him...
"
"I do!"
Li Weiqi said firmly.
The old Taoist was stunned: "What do you want?"
"Be his helper!"
Li Weiqi's eyes sparkled:
"I have been waiting for this opportunity for more than 20 years! For the revival of mankind and the survival of civilization! I have died once. If this soul can play a role, I am willing to do anything!
"Please give me this chance!"
He bowed his head and asked for orders.
The whole soul exudes a faint light.
Upright and compelling.
This kind of person is actually terrible.
The actor who plays the role of "Old Taoist", a certain Taoist Priest, is also a little hesitant now.
Li Weiqi has ideals, ambitions, acting skills, and special talents. He is flexible and strong-willed. He is indeed a talent who can do great things.
But this kind of person is difficult to control.
If he takes an evil path, he will be even more evil than an ordinary evil person.
but……
If we don’t cultivate such people, why should we cultivate Meng Jin?
"A child can be taught, but there is nothing greater than kindness."
The old Taoist shook the whisk gently in his hand, swept it over Li Weiqi, and said slowly:
"I have a question. Does your relationship called Angel still have an old relationship? If you are trapped by love, it will be easy for you to make mistakes."
Li Weiqi opened his mouth, his eyes a little dazed.
The heroic and high-spirited look he had before suddenly disappeared.
Li Weiqi frowned and thought, and soon he felt sad.
"I almost became a father."
He smiled bitterly:
"I never knew about this...if I had, I might...
"I don't know what choice I will make.
"I can imagine the scene where Angel and I live together. We have children and can have a warm family... But... I am very upset and I don't know how to face this.
"It's like fate played a joke on me. When I devoted myself to the cause of human dedication without hesitation, I had a family within reach..."
He looked ahead blankly, his eyes losing their light.
The old Taoist sighed softly and said warmly: "Your soul is also damaged. Don't do what he thinks. I will recuperate here for a few days and I will come to find you later."
After saying this, the old Taoist stood up, flicked the whisk in his hand, and disappeared.
Li Weiqi scratched his head, wanting to feel annoyed but unable to express it.
It seems like he missed some opportunities.
but……
That’s it, never mind it.
Let him grieve for a while first, for the sake of the baby who doesn't know whether it is a son or a daughter.
…
Wang Jixuan found a spacious crevice underground and sat there thinking for a while.
Of course he was pretending to be an old Taoist, and he used talismans to create a simple illusion, which was not a clever method.
He released the peonies.
In this environment without much oxygen, Mudan, the mechanical body, and him, the golden elixir monk, can move around easily and normally.
"Sir, how's it going?"
"The soul was saved and put into the soul-moistening talisman for rest. This talisman can only be used for three days. We need to help him find a body within three days."
Wang Jixuan sighed softly:
"I'm hesitating whether to pass on some magic power to him."
"Uh, does magic power refer to the kind of black energy power?" Mudan asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say that magic power can easily affect people's character?"
"That's true, but the magic power can be achieved quickly. Even if he is successfully reborn, he will not have a safe and stable environment to practice."
Wang Jixuan said simply:
"My personal preference is not to teach Dharma, but at best to teach Buddhist scriptures or demonic skills.
"I like Li Weiqi very much. If he is properly trained, he will be able to stand on his own.
"The only two things that make me hesitate are whether to teach him martial arts, and if he wants to teach demonic martial arts, which one should I teach him. If his character turns against us, he will be more destructive than ordinary evil spirits."
Mudan held her fair little chin and thought carefully for a while.
Wang Jixuan patted his thigh: "Let's find him a body first, and then talk about other things. It's best to settle him within half a month."
Mudan smiled and said: "The body should be easy to find, there are perfusion experiments everywhere here."
Perfusion experiment...
Taoist Wang had a flash of inspiration, and his spiritual consciousness focused on various areas.
Mudan is right, it is easy to find a young body that has just died here, and you can even easily find some psykers who have failed to transform.
Arrange it for Li Weiqi first, and then consider teaching him how to practice.
Psionics cannot follow the orthodox path of spiritual practice;
However, Wang Jixuan also found a feasible way through Wu Man and Zheng Shiduo.
The aura just now cannot be let down easily.
Before leaving, it seems to be a good idea to look for any resentful spirits near these infusion pools, and give the Psychic City a night walk of a hundred ghosts.
Taoist Wang narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Just as he was about to conduct an on-site survey, Mudan suddenly spoke:
"Sir, Miss Mai has found a clue! News has just been sent! The living museum we are looking for, uh, is inside the Ball of Silence."
Wang Jixuan:......
Chapter completed!