Dong Lang shook the silver needle in front of Feng Er, the speed of shaking seemed to be very slow, but the actual frequency was extremely high, Feng Er's gray eyes couldn't help but move with the silver needle, and he was dizzy.

"Don't be afraid, even if this silver needle can kill you, we won't really kill you. After all, you're still very important to us. Dong Lang's tone gradually became soft and slow, without much emotion, but it inexplicably made people feel relaxed.

Ah Liu looked at him with a blank expression, and then looked back at Yang Ling, the master, and found that Yang Ling seemed to have an approving look between his eyebrows.

"You're right, we're really not going to kill you, you can rest assured. Feng Er, let me ask you, what do you think of when you look at this silver needle? ”

"Do you remember the snow outside, the white snow, very clean, clean and flawless, isn't it ......?"

Feng Er's upper eyelids drooped down obviously, the gray pupils looked very scattered, and the silver needle in Dong Lang's hand gradually eased, "Do you want to sleep very much?" ”

Feng Er nodded and replied very slowly, "Yes." But in an instant, he struggled and said, "What have you done to me?" ”

Ah Liu's eyes widened in surprise. He obviously didn't see what Dong Lang did, he was sure that Dong Lang didn't use medicinal powder or anything like that, why did this Feng Er want to sleep?

Dong Lang smiled lightly, "I didn't do anything to you, you think too much, Feng Er, it's time for you to sleep, aren't you tired after carrying it for so many days?" You don't have to be like this at all, sleep, fall asleep, and no one will disturb you. ”

Feng Er's gray pupils were gradually covered by the closed eyelids.

"Good. Feng Er, is that you? ”

"Yes."

"Our Lord wants to ask you a few questions, and you can answer them well, and when you are done, you can sleep well."

"Yes."

Yang Ling glanced at Dong Lang and Feng Er, and said lightly: "Feng Er, what is the relationship between you and Chu Zhiren?" ”

Feng Er replied slowly, "Fellow." ”

"Who's your boss? Or rather, who are you? ”

"General Mu."

Yang Ling's eyes couldn't help shrinking, and he threw a puzzled look at Dong Lang, Dong Lang stretched out his hand and shook his palm in front of Feng Er's eyes, Feng Er's eyelids were motionless, Dong Lang nodded, there was no problem.

That's what went wrong.

Yang Ling changed his question, and asked straight to the point: "Feng Er, four years ago, Chu Zhi people united with outsiders to kill their own master and slaughter their master, do you know?" ”

Feng Er replied obediently, "Yes." ”

"Then tell me, who are the Chu Zhi people uniting?"

"The surname is Lu."

"What's your name Lu? Lu in the south of the Yangtze River, or Lu in the capital? ”

"I don't know, my surname is Lu."

"Then have you ever seen the person surnamed Lu?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Have you ever seen the person surnamed Lu?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Who did the Chu Zhi people communicate with the surname Lu through?"

"Wei Gao."

"Who is Wei Gao?"

"I don't know."

"Have you seen Wei Gao?"

"Yes."

"Then you're also subject to Wei Gao, aren't you?"

Feng Er seemed to grit his teeth, "Yes." ”

"The slaughter. Kill, what role do you play? Contacts? Organizer? Killer? ”

"Killers."

"Then are you a killer under Chu Zhiren?"

"Yes."

"Are your people still in Nanping now?"

"I don't know."

"Hasn't anyone contacted you again in all these years?"

"Nope."

Yang Ling didn't have anything to ask anymore, and signaled to Dong Lang that it could be over.

As soon as the silver needle in Dong Lang's hand was collected, he gave Feng Er an order: "Okay, you can sleep." Feng Ertou planted himself on the table and fell asleep.

Ah Liu was still in a stunned state on the side, Dong Lang's hypnotism and the master's interrogation technique were simply art, hypnotism was magical, and the master's questioning technique was even more magical, a few questions, simple and concise, had already set up what Feng Er knew!

Yang Ling stood up, dusted off the folds on his clothes, and said lightly, "Dong Lang, go to your room." ”

This is...... Anything else? Dong Lang was surprised in his heart, and let out a somewhat sluggish "oh", took the silver needle, and hurriedly followed.

"Ah Liu, let him draw Wei Gao's portrait tomorrow."

"Oh, good." Ah Liu suddenly came back to his senses, obviously hypnotizing Feng Er, but it was as if he had hypnotized himself.

"You follow along, too."

"Huh? Oh good. Ah Liu hurriedly closed the door and followed.

Dong Lang's room is next door, and it is similar to Yun Buxian's room, except for the medical book, which is the bones, the only difference is that Yun Buxian's room is cleaner than his.

The two of them did not dare to enter the house to clean their house, even if they were given a maid and a maid, and they did not like to let people come in to clean it, for fear of messing up their specimens.

After Yang Ling entered the house, he frowned and said: "If you have time to go to the school to pick a few children who are suitable for studying medicine, one is for inheritance, and the other is for you to help you clean your pigsty." ”

"Hey, okay." Dong Lang scratched his scalp and grinned embarrassedly.

Ah Liu looked at this room and was extremely disgusted. Everyone is a single, but it is obvious that he is a clean single, and Dong Lang is a dirty single.

Dong Lang put away a chair and smiled very doggedly: "Lord, what else do you command?" ”

"I'm going to recover that memory, you prepare."

"Huh? Now? ”

Dong Lang was startled and his eyes widened.

Yang Ling nodded indifferently: "Yes, now." If something goes wrong, just stop right away. ”

"But, Lord, if something goes wrong...... Dong Lang stopped talking, he really didn't dare to take this risk, after all, he was one of the people who had experienced that disaster the most.

Yang Ling's eyes were very firm, because he was firm, so he was very calm, "Don't worry, you know, I'm not the fool who has no self-control now, if something goes wrong, I can completely interrupt your technique by myself." ”

Ah Liu didn't know medical skills, but looking at Dong Lang's expression of refusal, he also knew that it was very dangerous to perform this technique, but he knew that once the Lord decided, there was nothing to change, so he didn't persuade again, but just silently guarded the door to prevent any accidents.

Yang Ling's voice was calm: "Let's start when you're ready." ”

Dong Lang saw that there was nothing to change, and gritted his teeth, "Okay, then I'll start, Lord, you cooperate with me a little, relax, and listen to my command." ”

Yang Ling didn't speak, his expression was very indifferent.

Xiaobai said that there was nothing important about that memory, and she could tell him everything he wanted to know, but he knew that for Xiaobai, that memory was very important.

How she came to this world, how she fell into it step by step, and gave him a heart, he must know. This is respect for Xiaobai, and it is also ...... His love for her.

Dong Lang held a white pearl threaded with a thread in his hand, and fell in front of Yang Ling, under the light, the pearl exuded a radiant brilliance, gentle, and not dazzling.

"Lord, now cooperate with me, relax your body, don't force your thinking, follow my train of thought."

Yang Ling looked at the pearl and nodded slowly.

Dong Lang was under a lot of pressure, the person who was spelled was Yang Ling, he didn't have any success, because Yang Ling's subjective consciousness was too strong, it was difficult to be led by others, he could only come slowly and tentatively, "Lord, now, we are by the river in front of the door, the weather in March, the moonlight is very good, the river is very cold, you are standing in the river, your wife is also in the river, she is not far from you, you see her washing her wounds, want to get close to her, she is so angry that she splashes you with water, calls you a fool, and tells you not to ...... like this"

Once, in order to use hypnosis to awaken his memory, Qu Xiaobai told Dong Lang all the bits and pieces of the past, meticulously, bit by bit, Dong Lang was already familiar with it.

If he has a good pen, he can write a good book of Fengyuehua.

"In that dilapidated mud room, your wife Qu Xiaobai is drawing clothing designs on the kang table, you lie on one side, looking at her serious appearance, she painted late, tired of painting, so she fell asleep on the kang, you hold her tightly in your arms......"

Dong Lang led Yang Ling's thoughts, to reminisce, to think.

Yang Ling closed his eyes slightly, his body was very relaxed, and he was usually a person with a strong sense of self, and his whole brain was very empty at this time, only the pictures described by Dong Lang.

It's familiar...... It seems to have happened, even within reach...... The woman is very petite, but her body seems to contain endless strength, in order to have a place to live, in order to be able to fill her stomach, she carried him to Yang Xingmao's house and fought with Yang Xingmao's family......

In order to survive, he stepped on the icy water of the river in March and went to the river to cast nets and fish......

With him, he walked a long way to the town to sell fish and shrimp prey, and was also taken advantage of and bullied......

went to Junzilou, deceived Mu Nanyun's bounty, and had to do business with the people of Junzilou in order to live......

Waiting for him to go home in the rainstorm, to find him was almost insulted by that ruffian, for him and Lu Xiaoxiao to fight head-on, for him to go to the battlefield thousands of miles away...... One by one, rolling in my mind, my heart is like being boiled by boiling water, and it hurts to the heart, lungs and bone marrow.

It turns out that this is his past with her.

She was afraid that he would take risks, that what he said was not important, that the past had passed, that he had fallen into her gentleness and kindness, and that she had been caught firmly by him, those entangled, even blood-stained pasts...... A tear slipped from the corner of Yang Ling's eye.

Dong Lang could see it clearly, and Ah Liu also saw it, and neither of them dared to say anything, so they could only watch silently.

Yang Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be very calm, and he waved his hand, "It's okay." ”

Slowly stood up, walked out of the door with light steps, and disappeared into the snowy night.

Dong Lang wiped a handful of tears and snorted, Ah Liu looked at him in disbelief, "It turns out that there are so many stories...... I can't help but want to cry. Brother, take care, I'm gone. Ah Liu rushed out, and saw that his speech was not as steady as usual.