Wei Sushen thought he would get a reply soon. After all, the academy had nothing to lose from this matter. It was just letting him give it a try.

However, three days passed and there was no news.

Fang Shan secretly inquired about it and learned that the vice president was worried that they would kill people.

On the fifth day, Mu Yuan called Wei Sushen over, with paper and pen spread out on the table.

Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows, confused.

"Write a letter of guarantee," Mu Yuan said succinctly, "promise that when Zhao Tianchen is released from interrogation, he will still be a complete individual."

Fang Shan, who was leaning against Wei Sushen, popped his head out and asked in detail, "Does this completeness include spiritual aspects?"

Kihara's eyelids twitched. "No need. But we have to make sure he can still think independently."

Keeping Zhao Tianchen might be of great use in the future.

Kihara wanted to accompany Wei Sushen for the interrogation, but Wei Sushen flatly refused, claiming that no one else could approach while the incubus was performing its spiritual mysticism. His plausible reasoning only served to heighten Kihara's unease.

Arriving at the interrogation room, Mu Yuan didn't dare to go too far. He glanced at the two of them and said, "I'll be waiting at the door."

The implication is to prevent them from going too far.

The moment Wei Sushen went in and closed the door, Mu Yuan's uneasiness reached its peak. After thinking about it, he decided not to go in to stop what was happening next.

Zhao Tianchen still looked handsome, though lacking his usual suave and dashing demeanor. Seeing Fang Shan, he straightened his clothes and sneered, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

It's as if this is his home ground.

Fang Shan said with good temper, "It's no problem. All prisoners are in such a plight."

The smile on Zhao Tianchen's face disappeared: "If you are just here to watch the show, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

For him, life or death is not important; what matters is how he dies.

Fang Shan's train of thought was bizarre enough, but he still couldn't understand the thoughts of these people. In his opinion, the irreplicability of life destined it to be precious.

"I'm not here to laugh at you." Wei Sushen said calmly, "The academy has handed the interrogation work over to us."

Zhao Tianchen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. His laughter was really exaggerated, and tears could be seen in the corners of his eyes.

"Interesting! It looks like the Imperial College is deserted!"

Wei Sushen said nothing, pulled a chair and sat down, waiting patiently for him to finish laughing.

Zhao Tianchen's laughter died down in an instant, and he looked at Fang Shan with a teasing look that was ambiguous: "So how are you going to interrogate me?"

Fang Shan repeated what Wei Sushen had said earlier: "Extort a confession through torture."

Zhao Tianchen started laughing again. He unbuttoned his clothes with his right index finger and took off his coat, revealing his muscular body. "How about this? It will make it easier to start."

Fang Shan shook his head: "You may have misunderstood." He paused and said: "My master means to use whips and candles to start a carnival journey for you."

The smile on Zhao Tianchen's lips froze, and he looked at Wei Sushen as if he could eat him alive.

Wei Sushen: "..."

No, he didn't mean that.

Fang Shan continued, "If necessary, I'll find a group of spectators."

Zhao Tianchen's expression grew increasingly grim, and Fang Shan delivered a fatal blow: "My master also said that he would write you into the history books. Let future generations see the humiliating end of a student who betrayed the academy."

After saying so much in one breath and licking his dry lips, Fang Shan couldn't help but turn to Wei Sushen and said, "Even I think, Master, you are a bit cruel."

Wei Sushen: "..."

No, he didn't.

Before Fang Shan came, he investigated Zhao Tianchen's family. He has two older brothers and a younger brother. Although Zhao Tianchen is very talented, he is not as good as his two older brothers. His parents also take less care of him at home.

The family is wealthy and does not have to worry about making a living. With plenty of free time, it is inevitable that people will have wild thoughts.

To put it bluntly, it was a habit of attracting attention. Even now, Zhao Tianchen showed no remorse, and even a hint of pleasure. At least this time, he had single-handedly alarmed the entire Zhao family.

Fang Shan hid the thoughts in his eyes and said with a smile, "When future generations see you, they won't think of the 'great achievements' of an evil demon. They will only see a clown who was turned gay by a nightmare, couldn't accept reality, and was ultimately tortured to death."

As he spoke, he showed a row of white teeth and smiled slightly, with a hint of ferocity on his handsome face.

Wei Sushen, who was watching the whole process, gently nudged him with his elbow, signaling him not to get too caught up in the show.

Fang Shan managed to turn his situation around, took a step back, and gave the court to Wei Sushen, indicating that it was his turn to perform now.

Wei Sushen chuckled and looked at him deeply: "Haven't you already said everything I need to say?"

Fang Shan's smile was unnatural: "Is that so?"

His response was still a single syllable "Heh".

Zhao Tianchen fell silent for a moment, then said, "I can reveal some of what I know, provided you agree to three conditions."

This is a very honest statement. If he said he would tell everything, it would undoubtedly be a lie.

Zhao Tianchen's goal is to plunge the empire into chaos, and the evil spirits are a crucial part of it. It is impossible for him to personally help the kingdom promote the decline of the evil cult.

Fang Shan pretended to whisper something in Wei Sushen's ear, then said, "My master can only promise not to write you into history."

Wei Sushen, who said nothing but absorbed all the hatred, said: "..."

Zhao Tianchen leaned back suddenly, as if he had no bones. "The academy just wants to know how I came into contact with the evil spirits. It's actually very simple. It was in a dream."

This time Fang Shan did not interrupt and listened to him with great interest.

"I don't understand what that method is." Zhao Tianchen looked a little gloomy. Although he had made many contributions and several students who died in previous missions were his culprits, they were too young. In the church, they were only the type to be trained and observed.

"It's probably because they can absorb other people's negative emotions and communicate with them in their dreams."

Fang Shan exclaimed, "What if the other party kills people in a dream? Will he also kill people in reality..."

Zhao Tianchen scoffed, interrupting his conjecture: "If it were really as you said, the evil demon wouldn't be so timid until now, the world would have been in chaos long ago."

He tried several times, but the other party could only communicate in dreams at best, and each time could not last too long, which seemed to consume a lot of energy.

Fang Shan's eyes rolled. "Are there any limitations to this kind of communication...for example, in terms of distance?"

Zhao Tianchen said disdainfully: "Do you think I haven't thought about this question?"

If so, it means that the evil leader may be nearby, and he can use this to move forward. Unfortunately, it has not been verified so far.

Fang Shan sat down on the ground and murmured, "It seems like I know a big secret, but I can't use it."

This feeling is really frustrating.

Zhao Tianchen's eyes showed a sense of success. He wanted to achieve this effect: "You are very beautiful, especially the frustrated expression on your face, which makes you even more attractive."

Fang Shan glanced at Wei Sushen: "Someone is teasing me."

Wei Sushen looked at Zhao Tianchen and said coldly, "If your eyesight is not good, I don't mind destroying your eyes directly."

Zhao Tianchen was stunned, and Fang Shan was also stunned for a moment: "Are you sure you are helping me?"

Why did he hear such a hint of disgust in it?

Wei Sushen denied it righteously, and Zhao Tianchen turned his face away and stopped talking.

·

Mu Yuan waited for a long time. Just when he was considering whether to go in, Fang Shan pushed the door out with a dark face.

Mu Yuan's first question was not what they had gained, but he leaned in, walked in front of Zhao Tianchen, confirmed that the person was still alive, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his finger and asked, "What's this?"

Zhao Tianchen: “One.”

Mu Yuan nodded, very good, he is still conscious.

Fang Shan gritted his teeth behind him with a gloomy face.

Mu Yuan turned around and coughed to cover up the slight embarrassment in his eyes: "The vice president is waiting for us."

On the way over, Fang Shan couldn't help but ask, "The Dean must be very powerful, even far more powerful than the Vice Dean."

Mu Yuan laughed: "You understand it very clearly."

"It's easy to deduce," Fang Shan said. "He's not strong enough yet he dares to delegate daily affairs to the Vice President. He's clearly tempting the Vice President to usurp power."

"..." Mu Yuan took a deep breath and turned his head to ask Wei Sushen: "How do you communicate with him on a daily basis?"

Wei Sushen: "Eye contact."

“…”

Fang Shan added: "I also tried to make eye contact with you."

Unfortunately, even though he tried to signal with his eyes, Mu Yuan ignored his intention to launch a sneak attack, which indirectly reflected his short-sightedness.

But this time, Mu Yuan understood what he wanted to express. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he quickened his pace, wanting to reach the tower as soon as possible.

The vice president is very thin and always covers himself in a loose robe. Even when standing in the sun, he still seems to be shrouded in shadows.

Mu Yuan, standing far away, saw the Vice Dean casually massaging his solar plexus with his index finger, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. It turned out that he wasn't the only one who got a headache just by looking at Mo Xiu.

The vice president directly asked: "What did you find out?"

Wei Sushen did not hide anything and told everything he knew.

The Vice Dean fell into deep thought after hearing this, tapping his fingers on the table a few times. "Communicating in dreams doesn't necessarily mean that the other party's nightmare has this ability?"

Wei Sushen: "Are there any other possibilities?"

The vice-president nodded slowly. "As far as I know, people with extremely strong telekinesis can barely do this, such as the dean."

This was the first time Mu Yuan had heard this, and he couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"

Vice President: “Yes, but it will be very strenuous.”

Mu Yuan was left alone to talk, and Wei Sushen left first.

As they walked out of the tower, Fang Shan suddenly said, "Actually, we can also try this method."

As soon as Wei Sushen saw this look in his eyes, he knew that something bad was going to happen.

Fang Shan: "What is the most important thing for evil ways to survive for a long time?"

Wei Sushen: "Faith."

Fang Shan smiled and said, "Another point is to continuously recruit new members to the organization."

Otherwise, no matter how strong the faith is, it will be eroded little by little over time.

Wei Sushen asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

"We can also communicate in dreams."

Wei Sushen frowned. The strength Fang Shan could exert was linked to his telekinesis, and at his current level of telekinesis, it was obvious that he could not meet this condition.

Fang Shan: "Go find the crystal ball."

He didn't elaborate on the details, only saying, "We are going to create a brand new sect to absorb members who might have otherwise turned to the evil."

Wei Sushen laughed and didn't ask about the feasibility. He just said, "Can it be suppressed?"

Fang Shan sneered, "Fight violence with violence." Then he changed the subject and said, "Did Zhao Tianchen say he was the chief disciple of the leader of some strange church?"

Wei Sushen reminded: "The alien religion."

"That's it!" Fang Shan clapped his hands. "Let's start by creating a copycat cult. Once it grows in influence, we can claim to be the predecessor of the Alien Cult. Who knows, we might even be able to recruit the demonic forces."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky and thought for a moment: "I've already thought of a name for the church. It's called Yibajiao."

“…”

Fang Shan's tail was almost lifted to the sky with pride: "Wouldn't it be easy to confuse it with the Alien Cult? This will attract people's attention!"

“…”