Yu Sheng played very carefully.

He first used the mace to carefully beat the cultist's left leg, then carefully beat his right leg, and then the opponent's two arms. In addition to being careful to avoid those installed by the Secret Service,

In addition to being shackled, he repeatedly beat every part of the body many times until it was soft and soft.

The angel cultists were stunned at first, and then began to scream and curse. Occasionally, they would make some sounds that were not like what humans could make. The vague and sharp roars were mixed with some kind of layered noise, as if

There was something else hidden in that seemingly human body. The thing once tried to struggle out, but was repeatedly beaten back by Yu Sheng.

Then, the cultist began to try to resist, or struggled to evade, but his whole body - even his body - was equipped or implanted with Secret Service suppression devices, and the restraint rings on his joints made it impossible for him to do much.

Big movements, and the nerve inhibitors in the body make it difficult to concentrate on any spells.

Occasionally, the struggle of the angel cultists will be too fierce, and even faintly break through the control of the restraint and suppression devices. At this time, Irene will take action. Her dark silk threads can even control the terrifying "Grandma Wolf" and those strengthened by the Dark Angel.

"Hunger" is of course even easier to control a weak and bound human being.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Sheng finished the beating. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the tetanus stick and walked to the bed next to him, sat down, and nodded to Hu Li: "Cure him."

"Um!"

Hu Li immediately agreed, stepped forward to the side of the Angelic Cultist, raised her hand to outline several mysterious and complex spells in the air, and then placed her hand in the air above the other person's head - her eyes were filled with light.

A golden-red glow appeared, and the brutal injuries on the cultist's body began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Eileen watched with her eyes wide open and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hey, silly fox, your hands are very powerful... When I heard you mention that you can heal at home, I still didn't believe it. I never saw you use it.

."

"It's not usually needed," Hu Li raised his head and glanced at Yu Sheng, with a hint of resentment in his tone, "Irene doesn't need treatment, and my benefactor didn't have time to treat her..."

At the same time, the angelic cultist who had almost fainted on the ground finally woke up. The bald man who had looked aloof before, with calm eyes as if he could see through life and death, was now covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and he looked extremely miserable. However,

As Song Cheng said, he had resisted all the physical pain. Even now, he had no intention of begging for mercy. He just stared at Yu Sheng with a little anger and contempt in his eyes.

Yu Sheng didn't seem to care about the cultist's expression. He just walked over again holding the stick and looking at the other person calmly.

"Stupid and vulgar," the believer lying on the ground grinned, blood foam slowly flowing out from the corners of his mouth, and his words even contained sarcasm, "Do you know how much suffering we have overcome in order to follow the truth? Do you know our will?

How much hardship can you withstand?"

"I don't know," Yu Sheng shook his head, "I'm just doing it for fun."

The next second, in the slightly astonished eyes of the cultist, Yu Sheng once again raised the stick high.

If you do this three times, you will be cured three times.

The faint light of healing gradually faded, and the angelic cultist who had fainted opened his eyes again.

He saw the mysterious "torturer" sitting on the bed opposite, with the terrifying stick leaning on the side. The "torturer" looked here quietly with a calm and slightly smiling expression as always.

.

Nothing was asked, and no answer was required.

The Angelic Cultist panted violently. Although his body had healed, some kind of "injury" that was more terrifying than the flesh wound seemed to have penetrated the barrier called "reason" and was deeply etched into his body that was gifted by the "Messenger".

In Fu's soul, he stared at the smiling "torturer", trying desperately to see through the other person's intentions.

The power of spiritual vision given by the messenger allows him to see through many things. Theoretically, this should be the case - he has used these eyes to see through every interrogator's tactics, every loophole in hypnosis, and even the Secret Service.

The lackeys created all the illusions and false memories in his dreams through nerve stimulation and brain injections. He relied on the power of this blessing to resist all interrogations so far.

However, at this moment, as he stared at the figure sitting on the bed, he suddenly found... that figure disappeared.

He only saw a pitch-black hole, pure, void, deep and boundless, like a death-like void.

The torn death hole floated in his field of vision, and a mocking smile seemed to emerge from the ultimate emptiness. The hole grew larger and larger in his field of vision, getting closer, and finally seemed to occupy the entire world.

Even the whispers coming from the "Lord" seemed to be crowded and isolated by that hole.

The Angelic Cultist panted even more violently, and an emotion that he had almost forgotten seemed to be quietly reviving in his heart. Questions emerged in his heart, and quickly amplified in his consciousness, repeating over and over again:

What does he want? What does this hole want to know? What is his purpose?

That hole answered, answered the question he raised in his consciousness——

He wants nothing, he doesn't need any response.

The hollow floats and approaches here.

The quietly resurrected emotion jumped violently - ah, it turned out to be fear.

The fear was not due to the physical torture, but because of witnessing the ultimate nothingness and desirelessness - the angelic believers suddenly woke up and saw the hollow collapse again into the appearance of the torturer.

He subconsciously drew his neck back,

And within less than a second of shrinking his neck, a warning sign suddenly rose in the cultist's heart: Not good!

But it's too late.

A strange cold feeling suddenly hit him. This cold feeling was no stranger to him. When he tried to struggle before, the weird puppet bound his body with a cold silk thread - but this time,

The cold feeling did not come from his limbs, but directly penetrated his consciousness and even his soul.

The cultist raised his head with difficulty, and in a trance he seemed to see "hair" crawling on the floor. Thin black threads spread like wriggling hair and penetrated into his body. The other ends of these "hairs"

, it was the short doll that looked like some kind of cursed doll - she raised her hands, a smile appeared in her scarlet eyes.

She opened her mouth and mouthed silently: "You're scared."

The next second, the whole world fell into darkness.

The bald cultist fell to the ground and suddenly lost consciousness, as if he suddenly fell into sleep.

Yu Sheng walked over and carefully poked the opponent's thigh with the mace to confirm that the opponent had no intention of waking up. Then he looked back at Irene who was carefully controlling the black silk thread: "Really give it to him like this

'Draged in'?"

"That's right, you don't even know who is taking action," the little doll said with a proud smile on its face, but soon frowned, "But to be honest, it's not easy. I usually force people to do it.

It's not so strenuous in the dream - this guy's spirit has almost no loopholes, and his determination is extremely tenacious. I don't know why he suddenly panicked just now, and then I seized the opportunity."

"After all, after fighting for so long, it's normal to panic, right?" Yu Sheng looked at the unconscious cultist thoughtfully, and muttered while casually placing the mace against the bed, "But I also

I’m quite surprised that this guy is so resistant.”

Having said this, he shook his head and looked at Eileen: "Forget it, let's not think about it so much for now, how is the situation? Has the erosion of your dream stabilized? Can you bring people in?"

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"That's almost it." Irene carefully controlled the black threads that spread to the cultists, while nodding to the student, "Lie down next to me, and I'll send you in, but be careful after you get there, don't do anything.

If there is too much movement, he still doesn't know that he is dreaming. If the sense of violation is too strong, this guy will wake up."

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

As Yu Sheng spoke, he lay down on the small bed in the cell and calmed his breathing.

"I'm ready."

Eileen, who was sitting on the edge of the cot, raised her other hand and gently touched Yu Sheng's forehead.

Irene's little hands were soft, with the warmth of a human body - but the next second, there was a sudden cold breath.

The black spider thread instantly sank into his flesh and blood, dragging Yu Sheng's consciousness into chaos.

In the hazy and illusive chaos, Yu Sheng glimpsed a series of illusions. After many bizarre scenes, he saw an illusory "net" - dark silk threads intertwined with each other, outlining a spider web-like structure, and a person with a

The blurry shadows of scarlet eyes were crawling in the center of the spider web, carefully weaving dreams...

Yu Sheng's consciousness fell towards the center of the spider web. He saw the shadow with scarlet eyes raising his arm and grabbing two spider threads - one of which extended from Yu Sheng's perspective - the shadow

Put the two spider silks together, then quickly tie them together and tie them with a bow.

"...There's no need to tie it up so carefully." Yu Sheng said vaguely.

"Tie a bow to look good." Irene's voice came from the vague shadow.

The next second, Yu Sheng opened his eyes again.

He found himself walking in a dilapidated warehouse, wearing unfamiliar clothes, and everything around him was covered with a vague veil.

The footsteps echoed in the warehouse, sounding hollow and somewhat distorted.

Some vague noises echoed in my ears, as if they were coming directly from my head.

After being stunned for a short time, Yu Sheng reacted instantly——

He is now hiding in a certain memory of that angel cultist.
Chapter completed!