320. Chapter 316 New Chapter 0289 Fake Demon King Li Mengnan
"You neither kill us... nor release us, you... what on earth are you going to do?"
The seriously injured Japanese shikigami tried to get up from the ground several times, but his body seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain. He clearly felt that the god of death was calling him not far away, but he just couldn't take his last breath.
"Your memory is so poor, it seems necessary to give you brain supplements! I would like to recommend to you XX No. 1 produced in China. It is said that it can improve memory and promote bone growth. If you are lucky, you will have a headache after drinking it.
A golden halo will appear, but as for whether it will grow a pair of white wings and fly to heaven, I can't guarantee..."
The three Japanese shikigami were at a loss. They had no idea what Li Mengnan was talking about, and they couldn't understand the humor in it. They just felt that the young Chinese illusionist in front of them seemed a little nervous, and at the same time they felt chilly.
No one wants to deal with a madman, especially when that madman has complete control over your life and death.
"It seems that the rumors are true. The Japanese are a nation that lacks a sense of humor..." Li Mengnan shrugged. He felt a little regretful for the other party's lack of cooperation, but it was just a harmless accident. After all, he was not here to tell jokes.
, "Let's get down to business, I still have the same condition. As long as you explain the purpose of coming to China, I will let you leave alive."
The shikigami user lying on the ground laughed miserably and coughed several times, shaking his head and saying: "Don't have such wishful thinking. It's absolutely impossible for us to betray the sect... Even if you are an illusionist, you can't get this secret from us."
Dig it out of our minds..."
"Yeah?"
Li Mengnan closed his eyes and felt it silently. Sure enough, the information about the purpose of coming to China in the minds of these three people was completely unreadable. It seemed to have been encrypted by some kind of magic. It was obvious that the other party had made complete preparations before coming to China.
But the more this happened, the more Li Mengnan became interested in the secret they deliberately concealed.
"Confucius said, it is a joy to have friends come from far away... As neighbors just a strip of water away from each other, I believe you also know very well that we Chinese people have always been very hospitable. I suddenly feel that such a pot of tea can no longer express my feelings towards you.
Welcome, so I plan to give you another way to express my enthusiasm..."
Li Mengnan raised his hand slightly, and the scenery around this small Japanese-style teahouse changed from three-dimensional to flat, and collapsed outward like a dismantled cardboard box. After an almost undetectable moment of darkness, four people appeared in a room.
In a dungeon filled with the smell of decay.
A thick iron chain went around the cross-shaped wooden frame. The rusty surface was covered with black and red mottled stains of unknown composition. Opposite the dimly lit iron fence, there seemed to be several humanoid objects hanging on the wall, blowing from nowhere.
It swayed slightly in the wind, and it was particularly eerie under the light of the torches in the corridor.
In this environment, even a fool knows what is going to happen next.
The three Japanese divine envoys subconsciously wanted to resist, but suddenly found sadly that their hands, feet and necks had been shackled at some point and were firmly fixed to the wooden frame in the cell.
Li Mengnan pulled out a triangular-topped soldering iron from the brazier in the corner of the cell, and stabbed it hard at the wooden frame under the arm of a Japanese magician. The moist logs raised white smoke, frightening the famous magician.
The envoy screamed and kept muttering something in Japanese with tears streaming down his face.
"I am a person with mixed hobbies. There was a time when I was particularly interested in things like torture instruments. It is said that the simpler the torture instruments, the greater the pain they cause to people... You also know that now is a civilized society.
I don’t pay attention to the method of extracting confessions through torture, so I never found a chance to test whether it is really as effective as the book says..."
As if talking to himself, Li Mengnan withdrew the soldering iron that had darkened at the top, and pulled out a new one from the brazier. His eyes scanned up and down the body of the divine messenger, and finally stopped between his legs.
between.
"No...what do you want to do? Don't..." Sensing Li Mengnan's malicious gaze, the shikigami user screamed in horror.
The red iron in Li Mengnan's hand shook in front of the legs of the Japanese god envoy, and he said with a sweet smile: "I might as well tell you a secret. According to our Chinese Taoist classics, male Qimen practitioners can castrate themselves.
Greatly increases the speed of cultivation... As the saying goes, all evil is caused by lustful thoughts, come on, come on, let me help you get rid of this root of trouble!"
"No! Don't! I say! I'll tell you everything I know!"
Feeling the scalding heat that was getting closer and closer under his body, the Japanese god's face was distorted with fear. The shackles made a splashing sound under the violent struggle, and a pool of extremely smelly water flowed along the trousers.
Come down.
"Ohashi-kun! You can't say that!"
The other two Japanese divine envoys were shocked and angry. If they had known that their fellow sect's willpower was so weak, they should have killed him immediately before being dragged into the dream world.
"In my territory, you must abide by my rules!"
Li Mengnan looked over with a cold look, and the mouths of the two shouting Japanese divine envoys were instantly sewn up with dense black threads, and they could only make whining sounds.
"I said, I'll tell you everything I know."
This Japanese divine envoy known as Da Qiao has been completely frightened by Li Mengnan. He doesn't care about his sect or not. He only hopes that Li Mengnan can keep his promise and let him leave this ghost place as soon as possible after he completes his explanation.
"We are the shikigami envoys of the Tsukimiyama family in Hokkaido, Japan. About half a month ago, the head of the family summoned us and asked us to secretly enter the territory of China and capture a demon spirit."
"Demon spirit? What demon spirit?" Li Mengnan asked.
The so-called demon spirits are actually divided into two types: demons and spirits - demons refer to living and non-living entities with abnormally developed brains or brain-like organs and possessing wisdom comparable to human beings and spiritual power of Qimen practitioners; and spirits
They refer to those non-ghost-like spiritual bodies that are created out of thin air for some special reasons and have a certain degree of self-awareness.
However, these two states are not absolute. Some demons can separate their consciousness from the physical body and become pure spiritual spirits when encountering danger, while some spirits can occupy the original consciousness of some lower creatures and turn into demons.
Because of this uncertainty, generally among Qimen practitioners, demons and spirits are mentioned together, and over time they evolved into the term "demon spirits".
"I don't know about this, but judging from the level of the members sent this time, the one we want to capture shouldn't be a powerful demon spirit, it's probably only F-level..."
"F-class?"
If it were before, Li Mengnan would definitely not understand what this level is. However, since joining the HX Research Institute and reviewing a large number of documents in the central database, he already knows that this level is used internationally to measure supernatural phenomena and phenomena in recent years.
Unified international standard for xenobiotic strength.
What is the concept of F class?
Let's put it this way, if it is a demon spirit in a physical form, an ordinary person with a little more agility can knock it down with a stick.
This type of demon spirits poses very little threat to humans, and some are not even aggressive at all. Therefore, Qimen practitioners are generally too lazy to take action against demon spirits of this level even if they see them.
Only newbies in the Yuling lineage would catch some F-level demon spirits and refine them into their own guardian spirits... Of course, most of the time they can only be used as pets.
"You mean, a large group of you came here with great force just to catch an F-level demon spirit?"
Li Mengnan didn't think that the frightened Japanese divine envoy in front of him would dare to lie to him, but a group of powerful Japanese Qimen practitioners risked being strangled by the Chinese Qimen to go deep into such a long distance to catch someone.
As a demon spirit who can only be a pet, there is something weird about it no matter how you think about it.
"I'm not lying to you. This is what the head of the family told me personally. However, more details are not known to disciples at my level. Only the leaders of each team know..."
As soon as the Japanese shikigami said these words, the middle-aged shikigami who had been "pasted" on the wall by Li Mengnan immediately started to roar, with a ferocious expression as if he wanted to eat the traitor alive.
"Oh? It seems I already know who your team leader is..."
Li Mengnan patted the shikigami named Ohashi on the shoulder with satisfaction.
No wonder the Japanese Japanese army spared no effort to promote traitors when they invaded China. Such unscrupulous bitches are really useful...
As soon as Li Mengnan walked over and used a knife to cut the thread on the mouth of the middle-aged shikigami user, the man immediately cursed the traitor who had confessed him, and then bit off the base of his tongue, apparently intending to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
Unfortunately, he soon sadly discovered that even though his mouth was in pain and blood was flowing all over the floor, he couldn't die.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that in this dream world, all the rules, whether it is time, space, or even life and death, are made by me. That is to say, if I don't want you to die, you
Even if I chop myself into pieces and burn it to ashes, I can still pull you up with full health on the spot... How about it? Do you feel very surprised when you hear this news? "
Li Mengnan picked up half of the middle-aged shikigami's spitted tongue from the ground with two fingers like he was picking up garbage. No matter how much grass clippings and dirt it got on it, he couldn't help but open the other person's jaw and forcefully stuff it into his mouth.
The middle-aged god's eyes were filled with despairing gray, because he realized that what Li Mengnan said was true. Not only did the tongue he just bit off grow back, but even the broken bones and crushed internal organs were now gone.
No more pain than before.
This is a game of cat and mouse.
Everything has just begun.
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In the world of consciousness, time is the least conceptual thing.
Whether it is a few hours or thousands of years, it can be infinitely stretched out from a moment in reality.
There was no daylight in the dark dungeon, and Li Mengnan didn't bother to calculate how much time had passed in this world. He just remembered that the middle-aged shikigami in front of him had "died" almost a dozen times under various cruel instruments of torture.
Of course, this is only an approximate number. In order to avoid mental pollution to his own consciousness, Li Mengnan did not execute the execution himself. Instead, he created a virtual torturer in the dungeon who knew how to use various torture instruments, while he himself hid in the dream world.
A corner with pleasant scenery, where I would check on the progress of the torture every now and then.
I have to admit that unlike the young shikigami before, this middle-aged shikigami who led the team is a tough guy worthy of admiration. He endured dozens of hours of continuous torture and actually gritted his teeth without saying a single word.
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"Forget it, let's stop for a moment."
After another "resurrection", Li Mengnan walked into the dungeon and casually eliminated the virtual torturer covered in black robes.
The middle-aged Shikigami raised his eyelids with a hint of victor's pride in his gloomy eyes, and sneered: "Why... don't you continue the torture? Are you afraid that I... will really die?"
He knew very well that even consciousness formed by a pure spiritual body has intensity. The so-called "resurrection" only changes the state of existence of consciousness and cannot restore the original intensity of consciousness.
If this kind of execution continues, his consciousness will inevitably be completely weakened and completely dissipated. By then, even if Li Mengnan can formulate all the rules of this world, it will be impossible to reunite a dissipated consciousness.
Li Mengnan smiled, lit two cigarettes, put one of them to the mouth of the middle-aged magic user, and said: "You know? I have never liked smart people...not because they are too smart, but because they are too smart.
It’s these people who often try to be smart.”
"Did...did I say something wrong?" The middle-aged shikigami snorted disdainfully.
"In a general sense, what you said is correct... Based on your current situation, unless I want to completely erase your existence from the consciousness level, I really can no longer carry out this kind of mental whipping attack on you."
"However, if you think that there is nothing I can do against you, it only means that your understanding of illusionists is only superficial..." A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Li Mengnan's mouth.
The middle-aged shikigami suddenly felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, because he saw in Li Mengnan's eyes a playful sense of a hunter luring his prey step by step towards a carefully laid trap.
"You...what do you want to do?" The middle-aged shikigami's face finally showed a look of fear again.
"Actually, it's nothing." Li Mengnan put out the cigarette butt, threw it into the stove, and said calmly: "I just want you to know that in addition to mental whipping, illusionists also have a more terrifying method called - mental pollution."
This middle-aged Japanese illusionist soon knew what Li Mengnan was going to do next, because he saw two people in the cell.
Two women that he regarded as the treasures of his life.
His wife Keiko and his daughter Reiko.
The middle-aged shikigami was finally moved, and murmured to himself with frightened eyes: "No... this is not true! Keiko and Reiko are still at home in the Japanese country. They cannot appear here. This must be a lie.
It must be fake..."
Li Mengnan smiled noncommittally, turned around and walked out of the cell door, his figure gradually blending into the darkness deep in the corridor.
"Dad (husband), where is this? Why are we here?" The two women, one large and one small, looked at the gloomy dungeon around them in horror.
"No, you are fake...you are all fake..."
The middle-aged magician's tears couldn't help but flow down his cheeks. Although he knew that everything in front of him was an illusion created by the Chinese illusionist, he how much he hoped at this moment that he could truly see his wife and daughter again for the last time.
"Husband, what are you talking about? Are you okay? I'll help you untie it first, and let's take Reiko and escape together..."
The middle-aged woman stepped forward and struggled to pull the chain on the middle-aged shikigami user. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was stunned for a moment and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
"Keiko...Lingzi..."
Seeing the familiar faces of his wife and daughter so close at hand, and feeling the warm body temperature coming from in front of him, the middle-aged shikigami user became a little distracted for a moment.
Yes, these are his wife Keiko and daughter Reiko in his memory.
Suddenly, there was the sound of gears grinding together like a mechanism being turned on from one side of the cell. The once solid and flat stone wall actually cracked a gap more than two meters wide from the middle, revealing a deep passage leading to an unknown place.
"Husband, is that a way out?" the middle-aged woman asked tremblingly.
The middle-aged Shikigami was about to answer that he didn't know, when he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous breath coming out of the passage, and immediately urged loudly and anxiously: "No! Keiko, take Reiko and run! It's dangerous!"
"What?"
The middle-aged woman was stunned when a dozen ferocious wolves suddenly jumped out of the passage one after another. The unprepared woman and girl were knocked down on the spot.
"No——!" The middle-aged shikigami immediately let out a heart-rending scream.
Although he knew that everything in front of him was just an illusion used by the Chinese illusionist to torture his heart, he saw with his own eyes that two people who looked exactly like his wife and daughter had their throats bitten off by a group of wild beasts, torn apart and fighting over each other.
The heart-wrenching feeling of swallowing it is extremely real.
The wolves that had eaten and drank enough returned to the passage, but the walls did not close again.
"Dad (husband), where is this? Why are we here?"
The familiar voice sounded again, and the middle-aged Shikigami suddenly raised his head and found in disbelief that his wife Keiko and daughter Reiko, who had been kissed by a wolf just now, actually appeared in front of him out of thin air again.
"Why? Why are you again..." The middle-aged shikigami suddenly realized something. He struggled hysterically and roared towards the unknown darkness outside the cell door. "Baga! You only know how to hide."
A coward! Come out and fight me if you have the ability! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard..."
The woman looked worriedly at the middle-aged god who was almost crazy with lust, and softly comforted her: "Honey, what's wrong with you? I'm Keiko... Don't worry, I'll find a way to put you down right now."
At this moment, there was another noise in the deep passage.
Five or six men dressed as gangsters walked out of the passage one after another, looking at the cell in front of them with curiosity. There were three other people in the cell. When they saw clearly, the middle-aged Shikigami was shackled to a wooden frame.
He went up, immediately exchanged glances with his companions, and surrounded the women and girls with lewd smiles on their faces.
"No—! No! Please don't let me see this again—!"
The middle-aged shikigami couldn't seal his ears, and couldn't even close his eyes due to some kind of force. He could only watch helplessly as his wife and daughter groaned and wailed in pain under the ravages of a group of thugs, until they fell motionless.
In a thick white turbid liquid.
Those two pairs of beautiful but empty big eyes were staring at his face, seeming to be silently accusing him of something.
"Dad (husband), where is this? Why are we here?"
After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice sounded in the cell again.
The middle-aged shikigami suddenly raised his head, reflecting the two beautiful women's pupils that were getting bigger and bigger in endless fear...