(Brother Feng made a shot, and the shot was extraordinary, thank you!) ）

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In the dark, damp woods, two Assassins sat side by side, their bodies buried under the soft dirt from the neck down, with only their two heads exposed. Zhang Fang walked back and forth in front of the two of them with a pair of hemp shoes, the condescending sense of oppression, the crawling of unknown insects and ants in the dirt, and the stiffness of his body as if he were in an urn, which made the scalp explode and make his heart frightened—Zhang Fang keenly caught this in the eyes of the two assassins.

Zhang stopped in front of the pinch of burrs, drew his sword out of its sheath, pressed the cold blade close to its cheek, and shaved off the pinch with a slight stroke.

"Blowing hair and breaking hair, what a sword! It is said that swords have a characteristic - killing people without blood, I don't know if it's true. Zhang Fang's blade slowly slid towards the carotid artery in the assassin's neck, sensing the pulse from the tip of the sword to the blade and then to the palm of the hand.

A pinch of hair sneered: "You will know if you try." ”

Zhang Fang put the tip of his sword back and forth around the assassin's neck: "Are you not afraid of death, or do you think I dare not attack?" ”

A pinch of hair glared at Zhang Fang: "Betraying my brother, I will never do it." As for the dead ...... I've survived the torture that is more terrible than death, and I'm afraid of death! ”

Zhang Fang raised his eyebrows, stuck his sword in the soil, slowly squatted down, and said softly: "Black tart, right, there are many kinds of death, in this jungle where there are more ghosts than people, starving to death is also a kind of torture, is this considered torture?" ”

The black tart sneered: "Unless you keep watch for twelve hours, as soon as you leave, someone will naturally come to save me." Hehe, if you can let a noble son of your status stand guard for our brother, it's worth dying! Hahaha! ”

Zhang Fang nodded, stood up with his sword scabbard propped up, and said indifferently: "Since this is the case, it is useless to say more, so let's use the last move." ”

The black tart grinned, and was about to mock, but his eyes were dark, and his head was covered by clothes. Let him scold and roar angrily, and shake his head desperately, but in addition to being dizzy, it has no effect.

I don't know how long later, with a snort, the hood was pulled open, and the black tart with suffocated eyes could not wait to swallow the fresh air, and his eyes widened - suddenly a fine light penetrated his head from his eyes, and his brain was also stinging, and then it became blank......

If the Han brothers, Shi Niu and the others were not on guard outside the forest, but at the scene, they would have witnessed this heart-chilling scene.

Zhang Fangpan sat on the ground, close to the black tart, and next to him was another assassin with his head covered. At this moment, Zhang Fang's face was expressionless, a pair of eyes darker and deeper than the surrounding dark environment, tightly sucking the black tart eyes, and his voice was ethereal and soft, as if from the void. And the voice of the black tart was as empty and dull as his eyes, without half an emotional color, like a puppet.

Here's what they had to say:

"Black Tart, I am your most trusted brother, you don't need to hide everything from me, open up to me, say it, tell everything, and your heart will be at peace."

"Yes...... You are my most trusted brother, more trustworthy than the head, I ...... Nothing is hidden from you......"

"The head is your brother and my brother, you must introduce me to him."

"The head is called Jiao Meng, the head of our group of salt li, we are hiding in the Erdao Valley of Niushouling in the north of Gyro Mountain, you must come as a guest."

"I will...... How many brothers do we have? ”

"Fifteen...... No, there are only fourteen, and one is not counted as ......"

"Why not? Isn't he a salt li? ”

"No, he's an employer, offering us weapons and money on the condition that we ambush a wagon."

"Why ambush that carriage? And kill that teenager? Who is he? ”

"I don't know...... I don't know...... I don't know...... My head hurts so much......" The black tart facial muscles twitched violently, beads of sweat rolled, and a look of struggle.

Zhang Fang's handsome face was unusually pale, even the ruddy lips had lost a bit of blood, only a pair of magic pupils were darker and deeper, like an endless abyss, making it difficult for the black tart who fell into it to extricate himself.

"Breathe deeply, relax, relax...... Yes, that's it...... It's right for your employer not to tell you why, it's for your own good......"

"That's what the guy named Ji Xin said the same thing...... The head also said, he gives money, let's do things, don't ask the reason. ”

"Understood, Ju Xin is not our brother, he is not Yanli, he is from ...... Changan. ”

"I don't know...... I haven't met the people of Chang'an, so I don't know the accent they speak. ”

"Okay, you're doing a great job. Brother Black Tart, tell me how many weapons we have with the money valley......"

The question and answer lasted for half a moment, and then ended with a soft "Close your eyes and sleep-" long tail note.

But this was not the end, and a moment later, the equally dull voice of another assassin sounded again: "Yes, you are the most trusted brother of Fuchang......"

After the assassination that night, Zhang Fang has been pondering, what made him survive at the last moment? Why is it that at the moment of life and death, a strong wave of radio suddenly arises in my mind, bursting out from the eye and penetrating into the enemy's eye? At that moment, he had a strange feeling of complete control over the Assassin's mind, and as a psychiatrist, this feeling was not unfamiliar - deep hypnosis!

This is a type of hypnosis that is difficult to achieve and, to a certain extent, can induce the behavior of the hypnotized person. Of course, this kind of induction must not harm the interests of the hypnotized person, otherwise, it is easy to cause a backlash, and the trust and harmony between the practitioner and the recipient will be destroyed, resulting in hypnosis failure.

However, in hindsight, Zhang Fang thought that the situation at that time was completely different. This kind of deep hypnosis is actually based on violating the will of the recipient himself. This is both hypnotism and much more than hypnotism in the conventional sense. If I had to find an accurate description, it would be forced hypnosis!

In Zhang Fang's knowledge system, at any time, hypnotism requires the cooperation of the hypnotized person to be effective, and there has never been such a thing as forced hypnosis. However, he was able to forcibly hypnotize the assassin when the blade was about to die, what was going on? Also, with so little sleep a day, yet so much energy, that he could even withstand an eight-hour training day, take a little rest, and soon be alive again - in the end, he found the roots.

The reason is very simple, he has fused another soul, and his spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people. Mental power! It was because of his strong mental power that he miraculously upgraded hypnotism to the level of forced hypnosis. In a sense, this has gone beyond hypnotism and become a form of mind control.

This is a more terrifying nirvana than any fighting art in the world, because it is not the body that is attacked, but the soul, and no one can resist it. Even if the overlord is reincarnated, under such a nirvana, he is as fragile as a baby.

In order to verify his inference, Zhang Fang needed several live experiments, and the unlucky black tart and his accomplices happened to be sent to the door, so they were tragic.

It was dark, and Zhang Fang dragged his tired steps and slowly walked out of the forest. The Han brothers stepped forward and held Zhang Fang's shaking body in surprise, I don't know why, interrogating two guys who had no power to resist, how could they be so tired?

"Let's go, let's go back." Zhang's low voice was as tired as his whole being.

"This is going back?" Han Mo looked at the forest for a while, and hesitated, "What should those two people do?" ”

"They have been punished as they deserve." Zhang Fang's pupils glowed in the darkness, and his tone was calm, "If some people don't stop, they will soon follow in their footsteps." ”

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After Zhang Fang and the Han brothers left for half an hour, Ju Xin, Jiao Meng and others held torches and searched most of the forest, and finally ......

"Wow! People, human heads, ......" A salt officer patronized and looked around, and kicked a soft thing inadvertently, almost tripping, and almost scared to pee.

The cries alarmed the searchers, and the torches gathered.

"It's Black Tart and Fuchang!"

"It's so ruthless, it's actually beheaded!"

"It's not a beheading, it's just that the body is buried." Saying this, it is not that his eyes are sharper, but that it is irrelevant, and the bystanders are clear, so they can naturally see some things that the salt officials ignored under their anger.

"Quick! Dig them out! Jiao Meng was shocked and angry, roaring like thunder, "He used such a method to torture me and other brothers, and when I catch that kid, I will take off his fine skin and tender flesh piece by piece!" ”

While the Yanli were hurriedly digging with their weapons, they shouted loudly to ask about their injuries. But Black Tart and Fuchang just pulled their heads deaf and let the brothers keep shaking without saying a word.

"Wait." Ji Xin stopped the actions of the salt officials, squatted down, stretched out the scabbard, and slowly lifted the black tart chin.

Under the light of the fire, the onlookers all gasped, their scalps were fried, and their hands and feet were numb. Is this still the black tart with a fierce face, shouting and killing?

What they saw were dead eyes: hollow, indifferent, sluggish, lifeless, unresponsive to all the noise around them, like an idiot - no, an idiot!

"These two are gone." Ji Xin stood up slowly, his face expressionless, and the hand holding the scabbard was bruised and trembling slightly.

Although Jiao Meng is irritable, it is not useless to be the boss of this group. He leaned over and picked up the soft head of the black tart, and the more he looked at it, the more chills he felt in his heart. The black tart laughed strangely, and the frightened Boss Jiao sat on the ground with a buttocks.

"Black tart, black tart, wake up and speak! I'm Erhei! "A salt li, who usually has a good relationship with the black tart, kept shaking the black tart, and the response he got was only a strange laugh like a night owl. Such a stereotyped and emotionless, creepy laugh can only be uttered by one kind of person, and that is a fool!

Two good people, barely scarred, somehow turned into idiots - what happened to them?

Jiao Meng sat on the ground, gasping for breath, a trace of fear appeared in the fierce bull's eyes for the first time, and turned his head to look at Ji Xin...... This gloomy swordsman, his face was expressionless, but his uncontrollable eyelids twitched, betraying his heart......

The firelight blew off, the night forest was silent, and a night owl monster flew over the forest with a roar, and the remaining ten people, including Ji Xin, couldn't help but tremble.

Evil omen, this time, isn't it a death mission?