"No, you'll die." Wei Haoran's consciousness body argued.

"Greedy for life and afraid of death, die faster, this is your old man's famous saying." Wei Qingyun replied playfully.

"Hey, just talk back, let me come, anyway, it's just a part of my consciousness, it's okay."

"Old guy, don't be reckless, the energy of your consciousness body is running out, and it is impossible to complete the task, besides, your consciousness body has disappeared, how can you find the part of the consciousness body you left here, those can't be found, you are dead."

Wei Qingyun spoke quickly.

"Wait, what old fellow? Did you talk to Master like that before? Wei Haoran's consciousness body said angrily.

"Huh? Well, yes, yes. Wei Qingyun replied with a hippie smile.

However, he didn't dare to say the master's "old guy" in person before, he just thought about it in his heart, and he accidentally blurted it out today.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me, Master is old, everything will depend on you in the future, you don't care about me, let go of me, let go of me, stinky boy let go of me, you kid dare to play with Master."

It turned out that Wei Qingyun had already firmly attached Wei Haoran's consciousness body to his body and refused to let him go.

Wei Qingyun's plan is to separate a part of his consciousness energy, form a new consciousness body, and use his human way to return his body, so that this consciousness body can merge with Masao Yamamoto's consciousness space, and then find the killer hidden in the shadows.

Doing so, of course, will be very risky, split into two, the strength of both consciousness bodies will be halved, and once you miss, it will be easier to be killed by the other party.

"Stinky boy, don't be stupid—"

"You fucking bastard-"

Even though Wei Haoran's consciousness couldn't stop scolding, Wei Qingyun still split his consciousness body.

Wei Qingyun's consciousness body was divided into two, and his height became less than half of his original height, just like two miniature versions of him in equal proportions.

The two consciousnesses glanced at each other, and one of them quickly granulated and dissolved into the space of Yamamoto's personality zone.

The radio waves created by Wei Qingyun finally disappeared with a trace of flickering, and his figure was compressed as much as possible, and it seemed that it was less than one-third of its original size.

As mentioned earlier, in the world of consciousness, the power of the consciousness body has a lot to do with the density of consciousness energy, rather than the simple volume, the greater the density, the more powerful the power can burst out.

Of course, compressing the energy of consciousness is also an ability that needs to be cultivated to obtain and improve.

At this point, Wei Haoran's consciousness body did not say much, and cautiously helped Wei Qingyun pay attention to the enemy's situation.

"Hehe, what a tough guy." A vibration that seemed to be a sound entered Wei Qingyun and Wei Haoran's consciousness.

The vibration seemed to be a sound, but it seemed to be just a slight mood swing, and although they could fully understand each other's words, it was difficult to distinguish the gender of the other, and there was both a man and a woman in this "voice".

Wei Qingyun and the others were stunned, somewhat relieved, the other party was finally willing to speak up, but they were not in a hurry to respond to each other.

"I knew I should have killed you back then." It was the same male-female voice again.

As soon as these words came out, Wei Qingyun and the others couldn't sink anymore, and their hearts were shocked, and when the other party said this, they recognized themselves.

Ever seen one? Got a grudge?

More than a dozen faces flashed quickly in Wei Qingyun's mind, but everyone he had dealt with before, whether it was a friend or an enemy, had gone through it all over again. I still can't figure out who the opponent in front of me is.

To be able to leave a conscious body in a brain that has been dead for decades for so long is a mythical existence.

Among the people I know, there is no such person at all, except for Kigoro, I have never heard of any nerve infiltration master who has cooperated with the Yamamoto family.

Even Kigoro himself insisted that no one had infiltrated this brain except him.

That's weird.

Could it be that this consciousness really belongs to Masao Yamamoto? However, when Masao Yamamoto died, he was not even born, so how could the other party know him? How could they want to kill themselves?

"Don't bother thinking about it, no matter how powerful you Wei Qingyun is, you can't think of who I am." The voice spoke again.

Call. Wei Qingyun's heart began to feel weak, and he was even called out by name, but he didn't even understand the other party's eyebrows, he really didn't have the face to see people.

"In that case, why don't you show up?" Wei Qingyun sneered.

"If you want me to show up, it depends on your means."

The other party manipulated the entire space, sending wisps of vibration directly into Wei Qingyun's consciousness.

At the same time, the two long knives also split the blue void, revealing a slender and elegant knife shape, the long knife has no handle, and the whole body is like a cold crescent.

The corners of Wei Qingyun's mouth raised, and he snorted coldly, the other party was provoking. showed the blade, but he didn't show up, so he just wanted to tell Wei Qingyun - what a direct hint I have given you, if you can't find me again, you will be killed.

"What do you think?" Wei Qingyun asked rhetorically.

I saw a pair of clenched hands gradually appear on the two long knives, followed by a pair of arms.

His arms were wrapped in black, but at the moment he was wrapped in a warm orange film of light. This orange film of light is the state of the consciousness body separated by Wei Qingyun after particles.

He has managed to find the other party. Wei Qingyun grinned confidently.

"Hehe, it's really inferior."

The other party sneered, and then shook his arms, and those orange light films were easily thrown out.

The orange light film originally wanted to dissolve into the blue void again, but it could no longer succeed in any case, not only that, but more orange particle light spots were forced out in a void, and could no longer merge into Masao Yamamoto's consciousness space.

"You-" Wei Qingyun felt a chill in his heart, such an opponent was too strong.

Fuck, until now, I haven't figured out what the hell is going on. What is the origin of the other party, in the consciousness space of Masao Yamamoto, he is above everything like the master.

Wei Qingyun stretched out his hand and probed into that piece of orange light, since these consciousness particles could no longer work, the top priority was naturally to quickly recover them in order to increase their strength.

"In vain." The other party sneered again.

In fact, without the other party talking, Wei Qingyun had already had a chill in his heart (his body in reality was even more cold sweat), and the moment he exerted his strength, he had already discovered that his consciousness particles had been transformed.

They have been assimilated and have become tiny molecules in Masao Yamamoto's memory palace.

Whew-

The orange glow dissipated like a mist after the sun had appeared. This time, they really merged with the world of Masao Yamamoto.

Whew-

It's a god-like opponent.