It was pitch black.
No sound, no image.
Ling Shu couldn't even tell whether he was in a dream or reality.
The chaotic consciousness is like cotton wool fluttering softly in the dark, unable to find a foothold for a long time.
Could it be that the soul is out of the body
Ling Shu thought in a daze, letting his body sway lightly with his half-dream and half-awake consciousness.
He suddenly remembered that he was playing by the stream when he was a child, stepping on the pebbles under the shallow water with his bare feet. The stream was soft and rippling, and the stones touched the skin, which made people gradually relax, and wanted to be immersed in this beautiful touch forever.
Ling Shu's breathing gradually slowed down, and his body gradually relaxed.
He was a little sleepy, no longer obsessed with finding his own existence, and he also forgot the influence of all foreign objects.
A hand touched his cheek.
Very soft and warm.
It doesn't matter if it's a man's or a woman's hand, what's important is that Ling Shu felt very comfortable, and subconsciously snuggled up to him. The comfort of his body fluctuated slightly with the movement of this hand, just like a cat being snuggled up. Mao scratched his chin, and his body consciously responded.
"What's your name?"
He heard a voice ask.
"...Ling Shu."
He said lazily, retrieving fragments from his memory.
"No, your name is not Ling Shu, you are a cat."
"Well... I'm a cat."
Being a cat is not bad, Ling Shu laughed.
"where is your home?"
"My home..."
Ling Shu smelled the fragrance of the flowers, her limbs were limp, and she didn't want to move.
"I can't remember."
"Your home is here." said a mysterious voice.
"Well, my home is here."
He didn't want to refute, so he let the other party lead by the nose.
"Who is your best friend?" the mysterious voice asked again.
Ling Shu almost babbled: "It's a man named Yue Dingtang."
As for which Yue Yue is, and which two words Ding Tang is, he couldn't remember it for a while, and just answered according to the memory deep in his consciousness.
"No, you have no friends. You came here after your parents died. We are all your relatives. Yue Dingtang is the person you hate the most."
Yeah
A question mark slowly rose in the depths of his heart, Ling Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, and all he saw was the boundless darkness.
Darkness can bring uncertainty and fear, and it can also make people indulge in it, let their guard down, and completely lose themselves.
"Well, he's the person I hate the most."
"So, if you want to kill him, as long as you see a man named Yue Dingtang, kill him."
kill him.
kill.
Yue Ding Tang.
The nail pierced into the palm, causing a sharp pain.
Ling Shu is no stranger to killing words.
He himself was a man with blood on his hands.
When on the battlefield, the shooter would tremble, to shoot the enemy with machine guns one after another without blinking, to evade the artillery fire in the trenches with his comrades on his back, and watch the body of his comrades become fragmented and bloody in front of him. In a certain way, his heart has become as hard as a stone.
Ling Shu sneered in his heart.
This kind of delusional hypnosis might easily work if someone else changed it, but for someone like Ling Shu who had experienced the baptism of iron and blood, he would undoubtedly be scratching his head.
Maybe he will be half-pushed at the beginning, letting his body be immersed in this beautiful illusion, but he always retains a hint of sobriety in the depths of his heart, as if his soul is split in two, half into the play experience, and half on the sidelines.
At this time, the opponent's attack hits the bottom line, and the half of the "stand-by" will be awakened and dominate the control of the body.
At this moment, although Ling Shu was still motionless, his state of mind was no longer the same as before.
The mysterious and ethereal voice just now seemed silly to him at this moment.
Especially when the other party did not know that he was sane, and tried to seduce and mislead him again and again.
"Kill the most important person to you, kill Yue Dingtang, you know?"
"I know." Kill your big head!
"Killing him, then cutting open his heart, and taking out his heart is your greatest loyalty to this family."
"Well." Damn you, if you want to dig, you must dig your heart first!
"can you do it?"
"Yes." Dig out your heart and stir-fry it with braised stew.
"Very well, after this is done, you will be the great protector of Qinglong Villa."
"I am the Great Protector."
Ling Shu seemed to be repeating the other party's words in a murmur, and he was deeply caught up in it, unable to extricate himself, but in fact his mind became more and more sober.
Wanting to be an emperor these years has been overthrown, so where is the great protector
The wind is surging, the waves are magnificent, the heroes are coming out in large numbers, and there is never a lack of demons dancing.
Although he still didn't know how Miss Feng San and Wu Wu were seduced, in Ling Shu's opinion, these young ladies and sons who had no experience in the world had too many weaknesses to be taken advantage of.
But of course he didn't laugh. The connection between Qinglong Villa and the Great Protector seemed to confirm the correctness of what Yue Dingtang said before. This is indeed a sub-altar of Yiguandao. This evil cult lured the three of them in with bad intentions. However, Ling Shu didn't get in because he didn't believe in the existence of gods and ghosts from the bottom of his heart, but if Shen Renjie was replaced, he wouldn't dare to guarantee whether the other party would be hypnotized and bewitched, and thus fall into the trap calculated by the other party step by step. inside.
And Yue Ding Tang...
Thinking of this, Ling Shu could not help frowning slightly.
Fortunately, in the darkness, he couldn't see the enemy, and the enemy naturally couldn't see him either.
The other party thought that Ling Shu was at the mercy of his palms and completed a series of hypnotic brainwashing. Seeing that he was completely at the mercy, the voice naturally stopped.
Ling Shu regained his tranquility and got a moment of thinking time.
There is no doubt that he is now in Qinglong Villa.
But he didn't know exactly where the villa was located, how many enemies were there, and how many people were kidnapped or lured just like him.
The gun on his body must have been searched, but since the other party is willing to spend energy to hypnotize him, it means that he still has value and is not in danger for the time being.
In the same way, Yue Dingtang and Shen Renjie should be the same.
You can stay the same and respond to changes, wait for the other party to make moves first, and then decide how to go next.
Thinking of this, Ling Shu closed his eyes again with peace of mind.
After a while, a shallow snoring sounded.
In this mysterious place where he didn't know anything, he actually slept in such a grand manner.
If someone was watching him in the dark, it is estimated that that person would be rolling his eyes desperately now.
However, Ling Shu was unable to sleep peacefully. During this period, he was woken up three or four times, and each time he repeated the previous brainwashing hypnosis. He knew that this was because the other party was worried. , his temper won't be much better, he didn't expose himself, he was all for the sake of the overall situation.
In this way, Ling Shu felt that he was really great when he endured humiliation.
The enemy never imagined that there was something messy going around in his mind, otherwise he would have given up on assimilating him long ago, and instead a shuttle of bullets would come.
I don't know how long it was after being woken up again, but there was finally a candle in front of my eyes instead of the boundless darkness.
Ling Shu subconsciously wanted to stretch his waist so that he could finally sleep comfortably for a while, but he hadn't forgotten where he was, so he quickly stopped and looked at the things around the light source.
This is a small house.
Maybe it was originally a storage room, or it had other functions, but now there is only one use, that is, a prison cell.
Ling Shu didn't move the candle rashly. He felt that the other party had repeatedly trained him to be a puppet with no self-consciousness, not to get him to take the candle, so he just turned slightly sideways, stared at the candle, and thought about Yue Ding. Where is Tang now, what is he doing, whether he is as awake as himself, or has been accidentally confused.
clang!
Suddenly, the sound of a metal knock came from a distance, echoed layer by layer in the open space, and quickly transmitted to Ling Shu's ear, stabbed him suddenly agitated!
"Please come to the banquet!"
The protracted tone is like the noose that hangs the prisoner in the evening, filled with gloom and death, making people shudder.
Ling Shu watched a man with a candlestick in his hand walk outside the cell.
"come out."
The faint candlelight reflected the pale face, but the voice still did not come from his mouth.
Ling Shu didn't know what the person who was really hypnotized looked like, and now he had to make a puppet that he was already heavily controlled, slowly got up, and walked towards the person.
"Open the door, come out."
Ling Shu stretched out his hand according to the words, but the iron door of the cell was not locked, and it opened as soon as it was pushed.
He followed behind this person, carefully observed his steps, followed step by step, without disturbing the rhythm, and the other party seemed to have no doubts, and had been leading the way in front, which made Ling Shu secretly relieved and realized that he was right.
Soon, the people who came out of the various cells in the darkness followed them and filed out, almost dead silent.
Ling Shu tried his best to suppress his thought of looking back for Yue Dingtang, followed him out of the cell, walked up the stairs, and then walked through the slender corridor, and finally came to a larger room.
It is more a banquet hall than a house.
There is also more light here, but at most there are two or three candlestick chandeliers, reflecting the Eight Immortals table covered with white cloth below, and the table top where only tableware and chopsticks are seen, but no food.
There is also a white candle in the center of the table.
In ordinary people's homes, only a funeral would be like this, especially when there was no sound of people around, Ling Shu felt like he was in a mass grave full of zombies. .
There are about a dozen or twenty people in his general condition.
Ling Shu glanced at the candle light without a trace, and found that the several people in his sight were all dull and dull, like a living dead without a soul who could only breathe through two nostrils. He quickly adjusted his breathing rate and facial expressions, So that I look no different from these people, so that I won't stand out from the crowd and be seen through.
A table of Eight Immortals can seat four people, and with the guide's order, everyone finds their nearest seat and sits down.
Coincidentally, Ling Shu saw an old acquaintance sitting across from him.
Shen Renjie.
Taking advantage of the moment of sitting down, Ling Shu winked at the other party and winked several times, almost sending tears out.
Shen Renjie did not respond, not even blinking.
How can normal people not blink their eyes? This is clearly the mind body has been deeply controlled.
Ling Shu secretly thought that it was not good, and thought that he was going to be alone in the villa today