(780 Cut off the memories of the worldly world and engrave the heart of loyalty and service to the Lord)

When she came out of Cai Yanhun's shabby shop, Song Lan, who was following Gou Zhu, looked unchanged, but in fact she was already a puppet.

Although Song Lan was extremely disgusted with Cai Yanhun, Gou Zhu and Miao Zhong still managed to persuade her to complete the soul restoration. With Gou Zhu and Miao Zhong monitoring the whole process, Cai Yanhun had no chance to take advantage of her.

Cai Yanhun's title as the "Master of Soul Reshaping" is by no means unworthy. After his modification, the soul of the spirit pig was almost identical to Song Lan's soul, with no difference in soul appearance or soul breath.

The replica soul can be set to autonomously do some ordinary things like a real person, such as walking, talking, eating and drinking, which is enough to make it look real.

Within a limited distance, it can also be controlled as a separate soul.

It cannot have the same cultivation level and ability to fight like monks. But Song Lan is a mortal, so this is not important.

Song Lan's true body was put into a jade coffin by Gou Zhu. But what's really magical is that although the person being killed by Gou is just a puppet, the soul in his body is Song Lan's true soul.

So this puppet is the real Song Lan.

Gou Zhu knew that the ancestor of the Song family would be extremely cautious when "taking away" Song Lan. Although the puppet made by Pu Laojiu was extremely lifelike, it was not without flaws.

When the ancestors of the Song family discover the flaw, they will definitely think that the "Song Lan" they sent is a fake, and they will definitely take away Song Lan's true body.

But he would never have thought that the soul in Song Lan's fake body was the real soul, while the real body he took away was a fake substitute soul!

What the ancestor of the Song family wanted to trade was Song Lan's soul, and he had no interest in her body.

Therefore, they could just let the ancestor of the Song family take away the "fake soul" in her real body and leave the physical body for her to recover.

The worst possibility is that Song Lan's physical body cannot be retrieved, and she will remain a puppet for the rest of her life. This is not entirely a bad thing for a mortal.

This is a trap within a trap, a trap within a trap, just waiting for the ancestor of the Song family to take the bait.

They did not return the same way they came. Gou Zhu did not want to encounter those who tried to follow them again when they returned the same way and passed through Daxuan City on the ground.

The underground of Xuan City is extremely complicated, extending in all directions and connected with the underground ruins of the entire Houtu City.

Miao Zhongzhi had spent some time in Houtu City and was quite familiar with the ruins, so he took them back through the underground detour.

Houtu City is located in the north and is not as humid as the south of the Yangtze River. Even if it is dark underground, it is not humid and there is no accumulation of water.

There are only countless leaning stone pillars, collapsed stone walls, and the ancient rock floor is full of cracks and filled with dust.

Many years ago, these places were not underground. Most of them were high-rise buildings built under the sun. It was just that they were filled up after being abandoned, leaving many gaps that could not be filled.

Gou Zhu, Miao, and Song Lan all carried the Night Pearl with them and moved forward through the pores of these dusty history.

At first, there were occasional people passing by where they walked. Later, gradually there was no one except them.

What he didn't expect was that the place would become emptier as he walked.

Now their luminous pearls could only illuminate the dusty ground around them. The darkness in the distance was as thick as thick fog, and there was nothing within a hundred steps.

Gouzhu tried to understand with his spiritual consciousness, and realized that there was a huge space for several miles in front of here, and the height above his head was at least half a mile. This was a huge building left over from ancient times.

For the sake of structural stability, buildings such as giant palaces will ask formation masters to build powerful formations based on the terrain.

After these ancient buildings are abandoned, the magic circle will not disappear, and it is troublesome to dismantle it, so it often continues to exist.

Therefore, after many years, even if they are buried deep in the ground, these spaces will not collapse.

Gou Zhu was already at the completion of the Zi Mansion, and his spiritual consciousness swept around and could reach dozens of miles away. This scan surprised him.

Because there were two figures a few miles ahead. These two figures were familiar to him, one was a resolute man with a square face, and the other was a slightly immature white-faced boy.

Both of them were wearing gray-brown robes, and they were inconspicuous in this fortress-like city built of gray rocks.

They are the people who have been following them since the store in Daxuan City that specializes in selling promotion materials. In Gouzhu's opinion, the cultivation level of these two people is not too high, one is Zifu and the other is Xudan.

Gou Zhu suddenly thought that although the other party was dumped by him in that wine shop, they must have thought that the person they were following was a foreign monk who participated in the Xiaoyao Club and must return to the Xiaoyao Club.

So as long as you wait on the way back to Xiaoyao Hall, you will most likely be able to intercept them.

They chose to wait on this underground road, which was very foresight. Of course, they may not have spared the road above ground, and they may have sent others to wait.

Except for these two people who suddenly appeared, there was no one else here.

Gou Zhu did not try to escape, but walked over with Miao Zhongzhi and Song Lan.

He deliberately threw the opponent away on the ground because he did not want to cause confusion and make himself the focus of the crowd's attention.

In this deep black underground, there was no one else around, so even if he destroyed the bodies of these two people here, it would not attract any attention.

When they walked over, the other person was also walking towards them, so it didn't take long before the two figures came within a hundred steps.

The faint light from the luminous pearl in Gouzhu's hand had already shone on the faces of these two people.

"These two Taoist friends, you have been following me for so long, why don't you just tell me if you have something?"

Miao Zhongzhi asked Gouzhu to protect Song Lan from behind, and walked over by himself.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the two people, and asked questions in a low voice. He put his hands behind his back. Under the undetectable flow of mana in his hands, two "Thousand-mile Soul Fixing Needles" quietly condensed, sandwiched between his middle finger and

between index fingers.

Although he only has the strength of the Second Qi of Zifu, the micro-needles as thin as a hair are most suitable for penetrating the body's protective magic. Once the Thousand Mile Soul Fixing Needle enters the brain, not even the Golden Pill cultivator can escape his control.

The square-faced man clasped his hands into his fists and bowed, then faced Gouzhu and said, "This young fellow Taoist, our master would like to invite you to come."

Gouzhu smiled indifferently and said, "Why should I go?"

"Because we have what you want."

Gou Zhu was startled and couldn't help but glance at Song Lan. A glimmer of light flashed in Song Lan's eyes, and she said quietly to him: "He didn't lie to you. They do have the best Tianyin Stone."

Is there really a top-grade Tian Yin Stone? This makes Gouzhu's heart move. But he is not the master of making people stupid. Although the top-grade Tian Yin Stone is very useful to him, he has other ways to obtain it.

It is definitely not what he would do to go on an uncertain trip with someone just for a bait thrown by them.

There is a high probability that he will refuse this invitation. But he is willing to know more about this matter. As long as he knows who has it, it is the same if he obtains it through professional means without trading.

"Who is your master?"

The strange thing is that there was a trace of confusion in the eyes of the two people, and then the square-faced man replied: "The master is the master. I cannot say the name of the master without authorization, and I don't know the identity of the master."

Gouzhu didn't care about this answer. Because as long as he asked the question, he didn't need to care about other people's answers. As long as Song Lan told him what the other person was thinking.

He didn't expect Song Lan to send a message: "Their master's name is Housheng. They have a strong belief in killing their master, but they don't know his identity and origin."

Gouzhu's brain began to work. If Song Lan's mind reading was correct, then the brains of these two people seemed to be abnormal. He decided to ask again if he could let Song Lan see more things.

"Who are you? What are your identities?"

"My name is Sun Wu."

"My name is Zhu Shiba."

"We are our master's slaves."

The two people answered one after another. The names they reported were no different from nonsense. These names were obviously not real names. As for the last sentence, it was completely nonsense.

"They didn't hide it. What they said was their real name. Their identity... is also true." Song Lan's voice transmission was magical and refuted Gou Zhu's conclusion.

"At least they think it's their real name. They only remember to be completely loyal to their master, but their memories before that are almost blank."

Gou Zhu understood. This was the effect of some kind of soul magic, which allowed a person to lose part of his memory and only record the truly "useful" things.

This method is commonly used in some secret organizations. It can not only ensure the loyalty of these people, but also keep many secrets.

But these methods are only effective for those who "voluntarily" accept these spells. In other words, these people are extremely loyal and willing to lose part of their memory.

Otherwise, if most of a person's memory disappears and even the origin of his identity is forgotten, he will most likely go crazy.

Gouzhu narrowed his eyes, touched his nose, and sneered: "I don't know your master's identity, nor your identities. I feel it's very dangerous, so I won't go."

The expressions of the two changed slightly, and they looked at each other for a while, as if they were weighing their balance. After a moment of silence, Gouzhu already threw up his sleeves and turned around to leave. The square-faced man followed him two steps, bowed again, and said:

"My master is suffering from erysipelas. I am willing to give you a top-grade stone to cure the poison!"
Chapter completed!