Chapter 186 Loopholes
Yu Sheng played very carefully.
He first used the mace to carefully beat the cultist's left leg, then his right leg, and then his two arms. In addition to being careful to avoid the restraint shackles installed by the Secret Service, he beat each part repeatedly many times until they were soft and bouncy.
The angel believers were stunned at first, and then began to scream and curse, occasionally making some sounds that did not sound like those made by humans. There was some kind of layered noise mixed in with the vague and sharp screams, as if there was something else hidden in that seemingly human body. That thing tried to struggle out for a while, but was beaten back repeatedly by Yu Sheng.
Then, the cultist began to try to resist or struggle to dodge, but his entire body - even his body - was installed or implanted with Secret Service suppression devices. The restraints on his joints prevented him from making any big movements, and the nerve inhibitors in his body made it difficult for him to concentrate on casting any spells.
Occasionally, the struggles of the angel believers would be too violent, and they would even break through the control of the restraints and suppression devices. At this time, Irene would take action. Her dark threads could even control the terrifying "Wolf Grandma" and the "Hunger" strengthened by the Dark Angel. It was of course even easier to use them to control a weak and bound human.
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Sheng finished the fight. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, took the tetanus stick and walked to the bed next to him and sat down. He nodded to Hu Li and said, "Heal him."
"Um!"
Hu Li immediately agreed and walked up to the side of the angel. She raised her hand and sketched out a few mysterious and complex spells in the air, then placed her hand above the angel's head - her eyes were glowing with a faint golden-red glow, and the horrific injuries on the angel's body began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Irene watched from the side with her eyes wide open, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hey, silly fox, you are really good at this... When I heard you mention that you could heal at home, I didn't believe it. I've never seen you use it normally."
"It's not usually used," Hu Li looked up at Yu Sheng, with a bit 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 angel believer who was almost unconscious on the ground finally woke up. The bald man who had an aloof attitude and calm eyes as if he could see through life and death was now covered in blood and his clothes were torn. He looked extremely miserable. However, he really endured all the physical pain as Song Cheng said. 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 with the stick in his hand and looked at him calmly.
"Stupid and vulgar," the believer lying on the ground grinned, blood foam slowly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and there was even sarcasm in his words, "Do you know how much suffering we have overcome in order to pursue the truth? Do you know how much hardship our will can withstand?"
"I don't know," Yu Sheng shook his head, "I was just playing for fun."
The next second, in the slightly surprised eyes of the cultist, Yu Sheng raised the stick high again.
Do this three times, and you will be cured three times.
The healing light gradually faded, and the unconscious angel believer opened his eyes again.
He saw the mysterious "torturer" sitting on the bed opposite him, with the terrifying stick leaning beside him. The "torturer" had his usual calm expression with a slight smile on his face, and was looking at this side quietly.
Nothing was asked, and no answer was needed.
The angel cultist was gasping for breath violently. Although his body had healed, some "injury" more terrible than flesh wounds seemed to have penetrated the barrier called "reason" and was deeply etched in his soul blessed by the "Messenger". He stared at the smiling "torturer", trying desperately to see through the other party's intentions.
The clairvoyance granted by the messenger allowed him to see through many things. Theoretically, this should be the case - he had used these eyes to see through every trick of the interrogators, every loophole in hypnosis, and even all the illusions and false memories created in his dreams by the Secret Service's lackeys through nerve stimulation and brain injections. He relied on the power of this blessing to withstand all the interrogations so far.
However, at this moment, he stared at the figure sitting on the bed, but suddenly found that... the figure disappeared.
He only saw a dark hole, pure, empty, deep and boundless, like the emptiness of death.
The torn death hole floated in his field of vision, and a mocking smile seemed to emerge in the extreme nothingness. The hole grew larger and larger in his field of vision, getting closer and closer, and finally seemed to occupy the entire world.
Even the whispers from the Lord seemed to be squeezed out and isolated by that void.
The angel believer panted even more violently. An emotion that he had almost forgotten seemed to be quietly resurrecting in his heart. Questions surfaced in his heart and quickly magnified in his consciousness, repeating over and over again:
What does he want? What does this void want to know? What is his purpose? The void answered, answering the question he asked in his consciousness -
He wants nothing, he doesn't need any response.
The hole floated up and approached this side.
The quietly revived emotion jumped violently - ah, it turned out to be fear.
The fear was not because of the physical torture, but because of witnessing the ultimate nothingness and desirelessness - the angel believers suddenly woke up and saw the void collapse into the appearance of the torturer again.
He subconsciously shrank his neck back.
In the less than one second when he retracted his neck, the cultist suddenly felt a warning in his heart: Not good!
But it was too late.
A strange and cold feeling suddenly came over him. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling. When he tried to struggle before, the strange puppet had bound his body with a cold silk thread - but this time, the cold feeling did not come from his limbs, but directly pierced his consciousness and even into his soul.
The cultist raised her head with difficulty, and in a trance she seemed to see "hair" crawling all over the floor. The black threads spread everywhere like wriggling hair and penetrated into her body. At the other end of the "hair" was the short puppet that looked like some kind of cursed doll. She raised her hands, and 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 had fallen into a coma out of nowhere.
Yu Sheng walked over and carefully poked the other person's thigh with his mace, confirming that he had no intention of waking up. Then he turned around and glanced at Irene who was carefully controlling the black thread: "Did he really 'drag him in' like this?"
"That's right. You didn't even look at who did it." The little puppet smiled smugly, but soon frowned. "But to be honest, it's not easy. I usually don't have to work so hard to force people into dreams. This guy's mind is almost flawless and his will is extremely strong. I don't know why he suddenly panicked just now, so I was able to seize the opportunity."
"After all, we've been fighting for such a long time, it's normal to panic a little, right?" Yu Sheng looked at the unconscious cultist thoughtfully, and muttered as he casually placed the mace against the bed, "But I'm also quite surprised that this guy can hold on so well."
At this point, he shook his head and looked at Irene: "Forget it, let's not think too much about it for now. How is the situation? Has your dream erosion stabilized? Can you pull people in?"
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"Almost done," Irene nodded to the student while carefully controlling the black threads that spread to the cultist. "Lie down next to me, I'll take you in, but be careful after you get there and don't make too much noise. He doesn't know he's dreaming yet, and if the sense of disobedience is too strong, he'll wake up."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
As Yu Sheng spoke, he lay down on the small bed in the cell and calmed his breathing.
"I'm ready."
Irene, who was sitting on the edge of the crib, raised her other hand and gently stroked Yu Sheng's forehead.
Irene's small hands were very soft, with the temperature of a human body - but the next second, a cold breath suddenly came.
The black spider silk instantly penetrated into the flesh and blood, dragging Yu Sheng's consciousness into chaos.
In the hazy chaos, Yu Sheng glimpsed a series of illusions. After many bizarre scenes, he saw an illusory "web" - black threads intertwined with each other, outlining a spider-web-like structure, and a vague shadow with scarlet eyes was 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 raise his arm and grab two spider silks - one of which extended from Yu Sheng's perspective - the shadow brought the two spider silks together, then quickly tied them together and tied a bow.
"...There's no need to tie it so carefully." Yu Sheng said in a daze.
"It would look nice with a bow." The vague shadow spoke the voice of Irene.
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 blurry veil.
The footsteps echoed in the warehouse, sounding hollow and distorted.
Some vague noises echoed in my ears, as if they were coming directly from my head.
After a brief moment of shock, Yu Sheng reacted instantly -
He is now hiding in a certain memory of that angel believer.
(End of this chapter)
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