The mental stimulation that Wodie could imagine was probably like the interrogation room in the Twenty-Eight Mansions, with a few medieval racks to enhance the scene, or two burly interrogators playing the villain and the good guy, knocking on the table from time to time and threatening to withhold food.
Therefore, when he followed the middle-aged man into the airtight laboratory hidden by an illusion array at the edge of the stronghold, he caught a glimpse of the cruelty of the so-called "mental stimulation" from the blood all over the floor, the traces of fighting from biting and scraping, and the piled-up, almost unrecognizable body parts in the corner.
His eyes immediately turned red, and when he turned to look at the middle-aged man, the heavy murderous aura emanating from his body made the latter's legs go weak and he fell to the ground.
After taking the position of the leader of the Leopard Cat Hall, although the swordsman did not leave him much time to handle official business, Wodi still changed as many things as possible within his ability. For example, he canceled the competition for raising a pot on the grounds that the Biluo organization was in urgent need of manpower, prohibited members from fighting privately and causing death, and found a way to cross out several tasks that harmed ordinary people when they submitted their task lists, tricking them into fighting a dog-eat-dog battle with foreign superpower organizations.
He thought his efforts were effective, but he never imagined that countless lives were still being tortured and destroyed right before his eyes.
"My lord, please don't misunderstand! It's not like that. We have never hurt your people!" The middle-aged man's voice trembled, and he obviously realized that his life was in danger. "The materials we used in our previous experiments were all dogs and ordinary people, but we couldn't cause strong mental stimulation, so we had to let ordinary people take shapeshifting potions to disguise themselves as cats - we definitely didn't use real cats. Cats are such a noble race, you -"
Woody wanted to kill him even more.
The Dagger of the Abyss spun a few times at his fingertips, and his eyes lightly passed over the middle-aged man's neck. He was thinking that if he could get a few more pieces of information from the man, he would send this despicable idiot who didn't even want to be a human being to be reincarnated as a beast. But before he could open his mouth, a dazzling white sword light appeared in front of him.
The middle-aged man still maintained that flattering expression, but his head had already separated from his body, swung in a smooth parabola, and fell into the pile of corpses that he had just pointed out as experimental waste.
"Go back," the swordsman said coldly, swinging his sword casually, turning the dirty, bloody corpses around him into powder, "This matter has nothing to do with you."
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Although the swordsman usually looked cold and empty, as if there was nothing worth lingering on in this world, which led Wodie to once suspect that she would beat him to death and commit suicide if she disagreed with him, this was the first time Wodie had experienced a situation where she was so angry that she really wanted to destroy everything around her.
The cat's sixth sense was sounding the alarm, but he stood where he was, holding on without moving.
The surprise attack by the Twenty-Eight Mansions was a complete success. The originally mysterious Biluo organization has now been stripped down to its underwear. Wodi kept his identity in order to explore the swordsman's purpose and learn something by the way, but if he can't even save the life that is so close to him, what is the point of his compromise?
It would be better to put life and death aside, maybe there would be unexpected gains - besides, Wodi didn't believe that the swordsman had spent so much effort to train him and would be willing to give up all his efforts because of his momentary disobedience.
"This matter has something to do with me," he repeated firmly, "The secret experiments, the hellhounds, the innocent deaths, all have something to do with me."
Contrary to what Wodie had guessed, the swordsman neither flew into a rage nor indulged him to stay. Instead, he looked at him steadily, and as if he had expected it, he laughed mockingly.
"I knew that the cats chosen by the Cat God all have the same temperament as Him. Lihua is like that, Bo'o is like that, and you, Woody, are still like this even after being taught by me."
This might be the time when the swordsman showed his emotions most openly, Wodie thought silently. If the emotions revealed in the conversation between her and the puppeteer last time still had a sense of calculation and performance, this time it was truly from the heart.
In fact, Wodi didn't understand why the swordsman was so angry, but he vaguely guessed that it might be because this matter was completely out of her control.
"Cat God, oh, Cat God," the swordsman's sharp voice echoed in the empty laboratory, "Why do you think He died? He was the last god in the world, and was not affected by the War of the Gods at all. He should have been a great existence who could make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand, and should have been worshipped by all living beings. But for a ridiculous promise, he cowered in front of the gate of hell for a thousand years, and finally died a cowardly death - Wodi, do you want to be that kind of cat?"
Woody had to try very hard to block out the cat toy's heart-wrenching screams of anger in his mind.
This also made his expression slightly painful, which just met the swordsman's expectations, so she curved her lips and pulled out a smile without a trace of emotion, and continued: "You hid it very well, but I knew from the beginning that the gift given to you by the fragment of the Cat God's godhood is not just as simple as increasing your abilities, but also includes some memories and emotions, right?"
Still a little confused, Woody reacted quickly and pretended to be guilty.
Although I don't know what the swordsman wants to do, it would definitely be right to act and mislead her first.
As expected, the swordsman glanced at him, and her face showed a bit of the complacency of a winner. However, behind this complacency was a deep pain and resentment, which made her look even more ferocious.
"Cat God, I can guess His teachings with just a strand of hair - don't kill innocent people, don't bring disaster to the people, guard the gates of hell, find a way to evolve hellhounds - ha, how ridiculous! He made so many requests of you, but I'm afraid He never told you how He died, right?"
Woody blinked.
The swordsman’s guess cannot be said to be wrong, it can only be said to be completely on different levels.
Of course, even if the swordsman was given three more Luo Bozi, she probably wouldn't be able to imagine a plot where all the cats were made by a high school student in disguise, not to mention that there are useless high-intelligence artifacts like cat toys that can help the Cat God guide people to obtain godhood.
More importantly, the swordsman would never understand that with the character of the Cat God, He would not do such a thing as attaching memories to the fragments of His divinity and interfering with the emotions and reason of those who touched Him.
Perhaps the swordsman felt that the strength and opportunity to become a god brought by a fragment was far more important than mental interference, but based on Wodie's current understanding of the Cat God, He was definitely not the kind of cat who cared about status or godhood.
[……]
Cat Toy heard his mutterings and calmed down a little. His voice was still a little hoarse, but it was obvious that he was able to think normally.
[I'm very useful, alright.]
Wodi patted its head soothingly in his mind, feeling quite calm. He looked at the swordsman in front of him who thought he was breaking through the ocelot's psychological defenses, as if he was watching a clown performing a one-man show.
At this moment, his thoughts and those of Cat Toy were rarely the same.
——Perform for a while longer and see if the swordsman can tell you something useful.
The author has something to say:
Swordsman: Blah blah blah blah (thinks he hits the nail on the head) (arrogant)
Voddy: I'm not saying that your imagination is far worse than Luo Ju's (pointing.JPG)
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