How could he know who this man wearing a black hood was?
He also has no clairvoyance eyes.
What's more, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has long been sealed by Ye Chen, and Wan Pojun can't even feel the ability to cultivate at all.
So, he looked at Ye Chen and asked, "Who is this person?"
Ye Chen sneered: "What? You can't recognize my right-hand man with his face covered?"
Wan Pojun was even more confused.
Although Ye Chen had already hinted that he was his right-hand man, he never thought of Chen Zhonglei.
Because, in the personal perception of all Wanlong Palace soldiers, Chen Zhonglei must be in the Middle East and cannot be in China.
Seeing his surprised look, Ye Chen sneered and pulled off the black bag on Chen Zhonglei's head.
When Wan Pojun and other soldiers of Wanlong Palace saw Chen Zhonglei's face, everyone's expressions immediately became horrified.
No one could believe that Chen Zhonglei, who had been missing for many days, would be in Ye Chen's hands.
Wan Pojun subconsciously asked: "Zhonglei... you... why are you here?!"
Chen Zhonglei stood there with a silent expression at this time, staring like a fool, his eyes were also in an unfocused state, as if he was deaf to Wan Pojun's voice.
Wan Pojun didn't know what happened to Chen Zhonglei, but seeing how dull he was, he realized that things might be a bit beyond his imagination, so he hurriedly asked again: "Zhonglei! Don't you know me?!
"
Chen Zhonglei still had no response.
Ye Chen smiled slightly at this time and said: "I forgot to tell you, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has been sealed in his body by me. He is no longer the person you are familiar with. He is just
He's just a puppet of mine."
Wan Pojun and other Wanlong Palace soldiers were dumbfounded.
Sealing a person's consciousness within the body is something they have never heard of!
Wan Pojun also didn't believe that Ye Chen could have such magical powers. This method was simply unbelievable.
Seeing that they couldn't understand, Ye Chen pointed at Lu Haotian who was kneeling on the ground and said to Chen Zhonglei: "Slap him!"
Chen Zhonglei rushed forward without thinking, grabbed Lu Haotian's collar, and slapped him several times, making Lu Haotian scream in agony.
Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, stop."
Only then did Chen Zhonglei stop his movements and returned to Ye Chen's side.
Wan Pojun was stunned and didn't understand at all what method Ye Chen used to make Chen Zhonglei become like this.
Seeing his confused look, Ye Chen patted Chen Zhonglei's shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Come on, I'll give you one minute to speak freely. Just say what you want out loud!"
Although Chen Zhonglei's consciousness has been blocked, his consciousness can still receive all the senses of his body.
He was fully aware of everything that happened around him during this period. Wan Pojun was going to lead his brothers to kill Yeling Mountain, and he was also very aware of this matter.
Even just now, when he was kneeling in front of the souls of Ye Chen's parents and could not see the scene that just happened, he could roughly guess what happened just now through the sound.
However, his reception of external information is one-way. In addition to receiving external information from the body's sense organs, he cannot control his body to make any reaction, even if it is just a blink of an eye.
The moment Ye Chen patted his shoulder, his consciousness finally merged with his body. This long-lost feeling was like a vegetative person who had been sleeping for many years finally woke up, and it instantly made him burst into tears.
Full face.
Immediately afterwards, he looked at Wan Pojun, his emotions collapsed instantly, and he cried loudly and begged: "Palace Master... please find a way to save me, or... or kill me immediately
Well...this feeling of consciousness being imprisoned in the body is more terrifying and desperate than the eighteen levels of hell!!"