The Plow

It was pitch black.

No sound, no picture.

Ling Shu couldn't even tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

The chaotic clumps of consciousness were fluffy and fluttering like cotton wool in the darkness, and I couldn't 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 dangle lightly with his half-dream and half-awake consciousness.

He suddenly remembered playing by the stream when he was a child, stepping on the pebbles under the shallow water with bare feet, the stream gently rippling, and the stones touching the skin, which made people gradually relax, and he wanted to immerse himself in this beautiful touch forever.

Ling Shu's breathing gradually slowed down, and his body gradually relaxed.

He was a little sleepy, he was no longer obsessed with finding his own existence, and he also forgot the influence of all external objects. Tiredness hit him like a tidal wave and began to flow over his head.

A hand touched his cheek.

Very soft and warm.

It doesn't matter if it's a man's hand or a woman's hand, what's important is that Ling Shu feels very comfortable and subconsciously leans against it. The comfort level of his body fluctuates slightly with the movement of this hand, just like a cat being swayed by a hand. Mao scratched his chin, and his body reacted consciously.

"What's your name?"

He heard a voice asking.

"...Ling Shu."

He said lazily, retrieving bits and pieces from his memory.

"No, your name is not Ling Shu, you are a cat."

"Well... I'm a cat."

Being a cat is also good, Ling Shu laughed.

"where is your home?"

"My home..."

Ling Shu smelled the fragrance of flowers, his limbs were limp and he didn't want to move.

"I can't remember."

"Your home is here." The mysterious voice said.

"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 was almost raving: "It's a man named Yue Dingtang."

As for which Yue is and which word Dingtang is, he couldn't remember it for a while, but only answered according to the memory deep in his consciousness.

"No, you have no friends. After your parents died, you came here. We are all your relatives. Yue Dingtang is the person you hate the most."

is it?

A question mark slowly rose in the depths of his heart, Ling Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, and all he saw was boundless darkness.

Darkness can bring uncertain fear, and it can also make people indulge in it, let down their vigilance, and completely lose themselves.

"Well, he's the one I hate the most."

"So, if you want to kill him, as soon as you see a man named Yue Dingtang, kill him."

kill him.

kill.

Yue Dingtang.

The nail pierced the palm, causing a sharp pain.

Ling Shu is no stranger to killing characters.

He himself was a man with blood on his hands.

On the battlefield, from the trembling of the shooter, to shooting the enemy one after another with a machine gun without blinking his eyes, in the trenches carrying his comrades on his back to escape the artillery fire, and watching his comrades' bodies become fragmented and bloody in front of him, In a certain way, his heart has become as cold as stone.

Ling Shu sneered in his heart.

This kind of hypnosis that confuses the mind may be easy to work for other people, but for someone like Lingshu who has experienced the baptism of iron and blood, it is undoubtedly scratching the surface.

Maybe he would push it halfway at the beginning, even though his body would be immersed in this beautiful illusion, but he would always keep a trace of sobriety deep in his heart, as if his soul was split in two, half into the experience of the play, and the other side on the sidelines.

At this time, the opponent's attack touches the bottom line, and the half of the "onlooker" will be awakened and dominate the control of the body.

Although Ling Shu didn't move at this moment, his state of mind was no longer what it was just now.

That voice that was mysterious and ethereal just now seemed silly to him no matter what.

Especially when the other party didn't know that he was sane, and tried to seduce and mislead him again and again.

"Kill the most important person to you, Yue Dingtang, you know?"

"I know." Kill your big-headed ghost!

"Killing him, then cutting open his heart and taking out his heart is your greatest loyalty to this family."

"Yeah." Fuck you, if you want to dig out, you must first dig out your heart!

"can you do it?"

"Yes." Dig out your heart and liver, stir-fry and braise in brown sauce.

"Very good, after this is done, you will be the Great Protector of Qinglong Villa."

"I am the Great Guardian."

Ling Shu seemed to be muttering and repeating the other party's words, stuck in it and unable to extricate himself, but in fact his mind became clearer, and he wanted to laugh because of this big protector.

Those who want to be the emperor have been overthrown these days, so where can there be such a great protector?

The wind is turbulent, the waves are magnificent, there are many heroes, and there is never a shortage of demons dancing wildly. Yiguandao is just at the right time, but it is just to see the various weaknesses of people's hearts in a troubled world.

Although he still doesn't know how Miss Feng San and Wu Wu were lured into it, but in Ling Shu's view, there are really too many weaknesses that can be exploited by these inexperienced young ladies and sons.

But of course he didn't laugh. The connection between Qinglong Mountain Villa and the Great Guardian seems to confirm the correctness of what Yue Dingtang said before. This place is indeed a sub-altar of Yiguandao. However, Ling Shu did not fall for the trap because he did not believe in the existence of gods and ghosts from the bottom of his heart, but if Shen Renjie was replaced, he did not dare to guarantee whether the other party would be confused by hypnosis and fall into the trap calculated by the other party step by step inside.

And Yue Dingtang...

Thinking of this, Ling Shu couldn't help frowning slightly.

Fortunately, in the dark, he couldn't see the enemy, and the enemy naturally couldn't see him either.

The other party thought that Ling Shu had been manipulated between the palms of his hands to complete a series of hypnosis and brainwashing. Seeing that he was completely at his mercy, his voice naturally stopped.

Ling Shu got quiet again, and also got a moment of thinking time.

There is no doubt that he is now in Qinglong Villa.

But where exactly this villa is located, how many enemies there are, and how many people who have been kidnapped or lured like him, he has no idea.

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 his life 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 all changes, wait for the other party to make a move first, and then decide how to take the next step.

Thinking of this, Ling Shu felt at ease and closed his eyes again.

After a while, shallow snoring sounded.

In this mysterious place where he hadn't figured out anything, he actually just fell asleep in such a grandiose manner.

If someone was watching him in the dark, that person would probably be rolling his eyes desperately right now.

However, Ling Shu couldn't sleep soundly. During this period, he was woken up three or four times, and each time he repeated the previous brainwashing hypnosis. He knew that it was because the other party was worried. In order to consolidate the strengthening effect, he was woken up frequently. , his temper won't be much better, he didn't show it out, it's all for the sake of the overall situation.

In this way, Ling Shu felt that he who endured the humiliation was really great.

The enemy never expected what kind of messy things were going on in his mind, otherwise he might have given up assimilating him long ago, and turned to a shuttle of bullets.

I don't know how long after I was woken up again, there was finally a candle in front of my eyes instead of boundless darkness everywhere.

Ling Shu subconsciously wanted to stretch for himself to finally have a comfortable sleep, but at least he hadn't forgotten where he was, so he quickly stopped his thoughts 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 it only has one purpose, and that is a prison cell.

Ling Shu didn't move the candle rashly. He felt that the other party had trained him into a puppet without self-awareness over and over again, not for him to get 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 clear-headed as himself, or has been accidentally confused.

clang!

Suddenly, a sound of metal knocking came from a distance, echoed layer after layer in the open space, and then quickly passed to Lingshu's ears, which made him tremble suddenly!

"Invite distinguished guests to the banquet!"

The protracted tone is like a noose for hanging a prisoner at dusk, filled with gloomy and dead air, which makes people shudder.

Ling Shu watched a man with a candlestick in his hand walk outside the cell.

"come out."

The pale face was illuminated by the faint candlelight, but the voice still did not come from his mouth.

Ling Shu didn't know what the real hypnotized person looked like, now he had to make himself a puppet under severe control, slowly got up and walked towards that person.

"Open the door and come out."

Ling Shu stretched out his hand according to his words, but the iron door of the cell was unlocked, and it opened with a push.

He followed this person, observed his steps carefully, and followed step by step without losing the rhythm, and the other person seemed to have no doubts, and kept leading the way, which made Ling Shu secretly heave a sigh of relief, realizing that he had been fooled.

Soon, people who came out of each cell in the darkness followed behind them, filing out, the silence was almost dead.

Ling Shu tried his best to suppress his desire to look back for Yue Dingtang, and followed him out of the cell, up the stairs, through the narrow corridor, and finally came to a bigger room.

It is not so much a house as a banquet hall.

There is also more light here, but at most there are two or three candlesticks and chandeliers, reflecting the Eight Immortals table covered with white cloth below, and the tabletop with only bowls and chopsticks but no food.

There is also a white candle in the middle of the table.

In ordinary people's homes, only funerals can be seen like this, especially when there is no sound of people around, Lingshu feels like he is in a mass grave full of zombies, even if he is bold, he will inevitably feel a little nervous .

There are about a dozen or 20 people in his general condition.

Ling Shu took advantage of the candlelight to glance over, and found that the faces of the few people he saw were dull, their eyes were dull, like the living dead who had no soul and could only breathe through two nostrils. He quickly adjusted his breathing rate and facial expressions, In order to look the same as these people, so that I won't stand out from the crowd and be seen through.

An Eight Immortals table can seat four people, and following the order of the guide, everyone finds the nearest seat and sits down.

Coincidentally, Ling Shu saw an old acquaintance sitting opposite him.

Shen Renjie.

While sitting down, Ling Shu winked and winked several times at the other party, almost sending out tears.

Shen Renjie didn't respond, not even blinking.

How can a normal person not blink?This is clearly because the mind and body have fallen into deep control.

Ling Shu secretly thought that something was wrong, and thought to himself, is he going to bravely venture into the Death-killing Villa today?