Qili pushed aside the crowd of demons dancing on the dance floor and walked to the second floor of the bar.
Although her movements are very large, her dress, and the figure of a young girl are also very suspicious in such a feasting adult environment.
But no one looked at her or even noticed her.
The advanced form of "Spiritual Good Seal" - "Spiritual Rewriting".
The Spiritual Good Seal is just the first-stage content skills recorded in the book given by Mr. Lin, allowing others to subconsciously generate positive emotions towards the person who casts it.
After so many years of training, her Spiritual Good Seal has already reached the highest level, that is, it affects the panic level, but it is already a bit reluctant at this time, and it is often necessary to cast this panic level alone and talk many times. effective.
As for the Destruction Grade, she has not tried it, but she does not dare to try it. It would not be a joke if she was found out.
She took the position of vice president, which is the final result of the Spiritual Good Seal.
Going up is up to her own means.
Now, Qili has initially mastered the second stage of mind rewriting.
This time, instead of simply generating positive thoughts under the guidance of words, you can set up a radiating mental force field on yourself, set up a concept, and then you can change the views of people around you.
This "view" is cognition at the conscious level. The stronger the ability to rewrite the mind, the more outrageous the concepts that can be rewritten.
For example, now, the concept she sets is "non-existence", and others will directly regard her as non-existent.
"Sometimes, it's really hard to imagine how strong Mr. Lin is..."
Qi Li sighed in her heart.
This ability to directly change other people's cognition has begun to approach the "rules". Even the Destruction-level may not be able to do it. I am afraid that only the God-level can touch this field.
But in Mr. Lin's place, it's just one of countless books, one that can be given away at will...
"Congreve, this is your chance to give me."
Qili looked at the box door in front of her, stopped and took a deep breath.
She knew that there must be a force beyond her imagination lurking in the box, and if Congreve didn't set up a net to catch her, then he would be hopelessly stupid.
Gotta hurry up!
The power of mind rewriting won't last long, she must quickly record the evidence, destroy those transactions, and then escape as quickly as possible.
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"You're wrong about one thing."
Feilong heard the black snake behind him say: "Wilde did not succeed in revenge. The person who destroyed his entire face ran away, and went to a place where even Wilde could not find it, and hid for decades."
Feilong was stunned for a moment, and then hummed in his heart, looking like he didn't want to discuss, but in fact, he couldn't hold back a few words.
But there was no time for an intense Wilde symposium.
"There are indeed different views on this matter. Perhaps only by seeing him in person can we ask what the matter is."
Feilong sighed: "But Wilde himself is still missing. Joseph offered a bounty for two years, and the price has been raised three or four times, but no one has found it."
The black snake said slowly: "Maybe the person is already dead."
Feilong said disdainfully: "Impossible! Who is Wilde, not to mention that even Joseph thinks he is not dead, how can fans like us be discouraged!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became, but when he remembered what time it was, he waved his hand, calmed down and said, "Forget it, I'll talk to you after this blood feast is over."
Feilong originally thought that the muffled man in front of him would not answer.
But who would have expected the black snake to look him up and down with scrutiny eyes, then nodded and said, "Indeed, when the matter is over, we can have a good chat."
Feilong was greatly relieved, feeling that it was his enthusiasm that moved this seemingly indifferent comrade, and proudly pushed open the box door at the end of the corridor.
Inside the door, the remaining ten panic-level blood feast participants were already waiting.
The long table covered with red and gold-rimmed tablecloths seems to be covered with blood. It is full of various delicacies, and there are twelve exquisite golden wine glasses on each side, which is full of ceremony.
The ten participants are looking this way, each wearing a different mask.
"Cough, okay, everyone is here now."
Feilong walked over with the newcomer and said, "I'll introduce to you first. This is the new member who just joined the blood banquet, codenamed Black Snake. I hope you can get along well and trade what you need."
"Also, we have one more task to complete today."
He walked to the front of the long table and said: "I think everyone has noticed that this box can lead to the next door, and there are at least ten panic levels waiting next door. Of course, they are not enemies, but this time ally."
"ally?"
Some of the ten people asked: "Is there a mission for this blood banquet?"
Feilong said: "I believe you all know that the blood banquet has always been arranged by the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce. This time, our sponsor has a small task that wants everyone to help. Of course, don't worry, we are not The main force, the main force is next door."
"Then what do we need to do? What about the compensation? If there is not enough price, please don't move us. We can't let us work in vain."
The joking man leaned back and leaned back in his chair.
Feilong dutifully explained: "Wait, if something happens, you just need to help block the surrounding of the box and don't let anyone escape, but I believe that there is a high probability that such a thing will not happen."
"As for the reward, wait, no matter what, success or failure, you can choose any panic-level extraordinary item that the Ash Tree Merchant Guild is selling, and if you succeed, add a half-yearly 50% discount card, how about ."
The rest looked at each other in dismay and nodded, very satisfied with the reward for this task.
The man leaning on the back of the chair said again: "Okay, as usual, newcomers come to trade for the first time. What about your things?"
He looked at the newcomer codenamed Black Snake, and his eyes fell on the big white-haired dog: "It can't be this pet puppy? It's cute, but it doesn't seem to be of much value."
Everyone's faces are very delicate.
Black Snake stepped forward, took out a book from his cloak, and held it high.
Everyone looked at it closely, and on the cover was written the five words "The Code of Corpse Eating".
The black snake said in a pious and fanatical tone: "I want to introduce to you, the great preacher of the Gospel of flesh and blood, the author of the corpse-eating ordinance, the most high, the best, the most powerful in the world, our merciful heavenly Father and Savior , the owner of the bookstore - Mr. Lin."
His hood fell with the movement, revealing a face with an iron mask and gray hair.
And the pair of dark green snake eyes.
"King... Wilde?!"
The people in the box were stunned, pointing at him and speechless.
Feilong laughed and reassured: "He's just dressed up, how can..."
Before he could finish his words, he was choked by the sudden burst of destruction-level aura. Immediately, the whole person was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the newcomer codenamed "Black Snake".
Wilde smiled gracefully, played with the sacrificial knife in his hand, and bowed very gentlely:
"Come on, let's make a deal, use your faith—
"In exchange for your lives."
The big white-haired dog split open its bloody mouth, extending to the corners of its mouth, behind its ears, and even its body. It was like opening a skin bag. Inside were flurry of short tentacles and sharp circles of sharp teeth. The flesh and blood mass rapidly expanded and elongated.
Bang - The dining table is broken.
Whoops—everything on the table was overturned, and the ten panic levels crawled all over the floor in panic, sticking to the corner of the wall in horror.
In the end, the white dog turned into a behemoth entrenched in the box. Its wolf-like skull was covered by a sarcoid-like skin, and only pieces of broken fur hung on its body. Its bare spine like a blade was against the ceiling. His limbs twisted wildly, and his huge eyeballs stared greedily at everyone present.
"No, no no..."
There was a panic-level man who was scared off by his mask and shook his head frantically, his legs trembled, and his pants were dripping with yellowish water, and he was actually scared to pee.
"Don't want to?"
Wilde's expression turned cold, and one of Gridy's limbs instantly pierced the guy's jaw, pierced through his brain, poked out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and lifted the man up.
He didn't even have a chance to defend himself, his eyes burst out, and he died unexpectedly.