Seeing that the other party was still stubborn, the interrogator said, "Then do you know how you died? What is your cultivation level? We have a database. As long as there are reincarnated people who know you, they will have your information."
"If you can answer that, the government will release you immediately and give you appropriate compensation. You have never killed anyone, and the law cannot hold you accountable for anything you have done in the cultivation world."
In fact, if it is confirmed that the demon has committed massacres, the government will secretly deal with him. This is not the first time, and it will not be the last.
The monk named Yu Yu met the criteria. There was a demon monk, a casual cultivator, who practiced the method of Hehuan. Maybe he had killed others unjustly, but this was not within the scope of secret handling.
The government does not seek perfection, but only deals with extreme people. It does not have the energy to deal with the remaining people who may commit crimes, and it cannot push all the demon monks to the opposite side.
Bo Yu couldn't answer, her memory was incomplete, even her skills were incomplete.
The interrogator continued, "20 years of memory is indeed not as good as 800 years, but you are still your original self and have certain special characteristics. As long as you receive active treatment, you may be able to recover."
"Can it be good? To be a mortal?" Bo Yu showed a little sarcasm, "Even if I am Tang Yuan, so what? Compared to working 12 hours a day and working for a living every day, I would rather be Bo Yu."
"Tang Yuan died a long time ago. She died voluntarily the moment she knew she could become a god. She would rather die for the sake of transcendence than toil like an ox or a horse. You don't care whether she is dead or alive. You just want to use me as an experiment. There is some kind of poison in those meals that can weaken my soul."
"Soul-soothing, huh?"
The interrogator neither admitted nor shook his head in denial. He just said indifferently: "Your family has signed the consent form for treatment, Miss Tang. We plan to start the treatment tomorrow to separate your soul from your reincarnation."
Finally he left behind a recorder.
"Those are the words your mother gave you."
A slightly aged voice came from the recorder.
【.Xiaoyuan, are you okay now? Mom is very worried about you. 】
The words, which couldn't be any shorter, could cause a huge stir in her ears.
"No"
In the room next to the interrogation room, several cultivators in the spiritual realm were observing Bo Yu through a one-way mirror. When they saw him reacting to the sound of the recorder, they couldn't help but discuss it among themselves.
"It seems to be useful. She is still Tang Yuan, but her consciousness is affected by her memories."
"Not really. Consciousness is shaped by memory. She may not be a reincarnation yet, but she is definitely not Tang Yuan."
"Alas, she can't be saved. I heard that she only has a 50-year-old mother at home."
"We are just following orders. It just so happens that the reincarnation in him should be from the period after the death of the Sword Immortal. Many documents are missing in this part, such as why the Sword Sect disappeared and the sects that were slaughtered."
At noon the next day, just as the cafeteria opened for lunch, an alarm suddenly sounded throughout the company headquarters.
Immediately afterwards, all passages were blocked, the metal gate leading to the underground detention center was closed, and the company entered a state of emergency.
The Jindan on duty today was Qingxuzi, who flashed to the underground detention center. At this time, the place was in chaos, and a foundation-building cultivator seemed to be possessed and was bombarding the people and objects around him with Taoism.
Qingxuzi flicked his hand slightly, and a gust of breeze flew out and instantly threw the foundation-building cultivator against the wall. After he lost the ability to move, his consciousness gradually recovered.
"What happened?" Qingxuzi asked, "Why did you lose control?"
The foundation-building cultivator looked dazed, muttering to himself, "Li Changsheng, he he he..."
The three words "Li Changsheng" caught Qingxuzi's attention. While passing spiritual energy to him, he asked, "What happened to the immortal in the world?"
"He...he slaughtered the world and killed all the cultivators." The foundation-building cultivator covered his head with his hands, his pupils trembling strangely, and his entire soul seemed to be leaving his body.
This is a serious aftereffect of soul-searching.
"He is the Master of the Killing Sword!!! The last Sword Master of the Sword Sect! A complete lunatic!"
There is another one
(End of this chapter)
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