Whitewashing system starting from Doupa

Chapter 80 A Serious Person Like Me
"Let me think about it, the first step should be..."

Chu Mo looked at the terrified eyes of the demon scorpion, and the power of the soul immediately radiated out in a strange form.

It was as if they had become invisible tentacles, continuously protruding into the mind of the demon scorpion, exerting some indescribable influence.

During this process, Demon Scorpion's consciousness was completely chaotic, and he had no memory of being hypnotized by Chu Mo at all.

Of course, even if there was, Chu Mo could wash it off in the process.

"You are the Great Rolling Curtain... Saint of the Heavenly Court. In the battle with the lackeys under your seat, you desperately smashed a glass cup that was a weapon of a peerless enemy, but you were also killed by that peerless enemy. Only a trace of remnant soul accidentally survived, drifted to the Great Tagore Desert, and took away an ordinary desert magic scorpion..."

Chu Mo thought for a while, and began to add a lot of made-up memories to the magic scorpion.

Not for anything else, just for fun.

After a while, when Chu Mo stopped the hypnosis, he saw the magic scorpion staring at him in a daze, and then suddenly became excited, with the light of wisdom shining in his eyes.

"... Heavenly Court?"

The man and the scorpion looked at each other for a long time, and the scorpion whispered something, as if asking about Chu Mo's identity.

Its accent was odd, as if it had been so odd because it was speaking for the first time.

Chu Mo was taken aback.

You must know that although the monsters on the Douqi Continent can generally speak as long as their intelligence reaches a certain level, they don't need to refine their internal bones like the monsters in the world of Xianxia.

But those are all high-level monsters!

Low-level monsters like the magic scorpion have a certain amount of intelligence, but it is not high.

As long as there are no common things like accidentally eating heavenly materials and earthly treasures, unexpected blood returning to ancient times, or the essence and blood of mythical beasts falling from the sky...

For the rest of my life, I could never even think of speaking.

What does he see now?
Just after being used by him for a while, the intelligence of this stupid scorpion skyrocketed to the point where it could speak.

It's scarier than eating Jinkela!
"Why don't you speak?"

"Could it be possible? Are you one of those lackeys?"

The magic scorpion jumped back a few meters and looked at Chu Mo warily.

Chu Mo: "..."

The effect is a bit too good.

"I am a member of the Heavenly Court, and this organization's exclusive ring can prove my identity."

In order to observe more effects, Chu Mo decided to cooperate with the magic scorpion and put on a good play.

Sure enough, after seeing Chu Mo's hand engraved with strange lines and a particularly mysterious ring, the vigilance in Scorpion's eyes disappeared.

In its cognition, this type of ring can only be made by the leader of the organization, and non-core personnel cannot own it!
In other words, anyone who owns this kind of ring is someone they can trust.

In fact, the rings in the hands of Little Doctor Fairy, Medusa, Xiao Xun'er and others are all of this type, and the decorations are unique and very beautiful.

Only the ring on Hai Bodong's hand represented the peripheral personnel. It was gray, without any decoration, and looked particularly inconspicuous...er, I mean simple.

Hai Bodong: "..."

"Just kidding, how could you be one of those lackeys?"

"Those lackeys have long abandoned their normal bodies and turned into monsters. How could they recruit normal people?"

Scorpion walked over with a smile, his voice no longer different from that of a normal human being.

Immediately, it asked excitedly: "Did the organization send you to wake up my sleeping consciousness? The organization hasn't forgotten me yet?"

Facing the expectant and apprehensive eyes of the magic scorpion, Chu Mo resisted not complaining, and nodded emotionlessly.

"Of course, the organization will not forget any member."

"At the beginning, it was only discovered that there might be remnant souls in the seniors, so the organization spent a lot of manpower and material resources looking around, and finally found you."

When Demon Scorpion heard the words, he was so moved that tears streamed down his face, and kept chanting 'I knew the organization didn't forget me'.

Seeing this, Chu Mo turned his head quietly, unable to bear to look at this scene.

Too embarrassed!

Just like that, after being touched for a while, Demon Scorpion suddenly realized something, and said in a low tone: "You shouldn't have come looking for me."

"why?"

Chu Mo looked at this magic scorpion who kept adding drama to him with a puzzled expression on his face.

He only gave it some general background information, and did not edit the specific parts. He just guided its consciousness to complete the process on its own.

God knows what it will come up with!
"I'm useless."

The voice of the magic scorpion is very painful, like a peerless strong man whose meridians have been shattered and all his skills have been lost.

"Not only is there no possibility of retraining, but I even lost my memory about exercises and fighting skills, and I can't even help organize and guide newcomers."

Chu Mo: Your next sentence will not just ask me to give you exercises and fighting skills, right?
"Let my consciousness sleep in this magic scorpion forever, until I die, isn't it good?"

"The real Great Sage of Rolling Curtains died that year."

"What is in front of you now is nothing but a useless lonely ghost."

Chu Mo looked at it in surprise, as if he hadn't expected such a development in the plot.

The effect of the hypnotism obtained this time is really amazing.

Moreover, with this skill, it seems that I will not even lack group performances in the future.

Think again about the remnant soul of the Pure Lotus Demon Saint in the Demon Fire Map, and the remnant soul of the Underworld Demon Saint in the Jiuyou Earth Python Clan...

It can be used to enrich the history of the organization!
Sure enough, for a decent person like myself, no matter how unscrupulous skills can be used in a serious way.

Chu Mo smiled and looked at the magic scorpion, and the energy in his body began to gather towards the palm of his hand: "Even so, but the senior has made great contributions to the organization, the leaders are definitely willing to take out a transformation pill to let the senior return to the human body and live comfortably. lifetime."

How could he have the time to raise a demon scorpion, let alone give it a transformation pill?

Anyway, it's just a magical beast whose memory has been changed by myself, just destroy it casually.

But what Chu Mo didn't expect was that Mo Xie shook his head and rejected his proposal: "What are you going back for? Do you continue to waste the organization's resources as a useless person?"

Chu Mo could easily feel the bitterness and determination in his voice.

"As I said, the real 'me' died that year."

The magic scorpion repeated in a deep voice, with an indescribably firm voice.

"Stop looking for me again."

It said, just found a direction and left.

Chu Mo: "..."

Looking at the magic scorpion that was getting further and further away, slowly dissipating the energy in his hand, his expression became more and more confused.

He thought for a while, then stepped on the flying sword and flew in the opposite direction.

He flew until he was out of Scorpion's sight, then turned around and monitored Scorpion from a distance.

He was a little curious about what Scorpion would do next.

…………

At night, a secluded place.

Chu Mo quietly appeared in front of the magic scorpion, and used Chu Mo's technique to wash away all his previous memories.

Then, hiding in the dark, he couldn't help sighing as he looked at the scorpion that was going out for food due to hunger.

He also didn't expect that the magic scorpion would find a place to lie down alone without eating or drinking because of the memory he made up, begging to die silently.

Chu Mo couldn't help being touched by that kind of choice from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how ordinary people act, the effect cannot compare with this kind of true feelings.

(End of this chapter)