Wen Jing felt Lin Song's gaze, raised her head, and smiled charmingly, her smile was very charming. Lin Song's heart moved, and he remembered the passion of the night with Wen Jing, and couldn't help but glance at Wen Jing's convex and backward body. At this time, Wen Jing was wearing a maid's outfit, and her tight slender waist highlighted the huge and firm chest. Such big breasts are rare to see on the body of an Oriental woman, and that night, it was it that left the deepest impression on Lin Song.

"If only I could watch it again!" Lin Song couldn't help but have this thought in his heart.

Suddenly, Wen Jing smiled even more charmingly, and said, "Does the master want to see my breasts?

Lin Song was suddenly taken aback, he did flash this thought just now, but how did Wen Jing know?

"What is so strange about what the host thinks and asks of me, I will sense it immediately. Wen Jing said with a natural smile.

Lin Song was frightened again, he didn't speak just now, how could Wen Jing answer his question.

Lin Song calmed down, focused his eyes on a glass of water on the table, and silently thought in his heart, "I'm thirsty, Wen Jing went and brought the water." As soon as this thought flashed, Wen Jing had already moved, went to the table, gently picked up the water glass, and handed it to herself.

Lin Song held the water glass, and he already understood in his heart that the hundreds of points of light in his mind were hundreds of people controlled by Wang Jinrong. These people are just like Wen Jing now, from mental to physical control, like his puppets.

Lin Song waved his hand and let Wen Jing leave the room. His heart was very sad, Wen Jing and other people who were controlled, also parents, relatives and friends, and many people had their closest lovers. They also had beautiful ideals and a happy life. But from the moment they entered the company and were targeted by Wang Jinrong, everything was over.

Lin Song took out Zhang Juan's diary, turned to the last page, touched the marks of those handwritings, and couldn't help but feel a sour heart, and tears fell. He already knows the content of this last page, Zhang Juan entered the company, how could a woman as good as her not be targeted by Wang Jinrong. These two months were the process of her mental struggle under the effect of Wang Jinrong's spell. She couldn't resist the spell, but she wrote down her struggles in her diary, and in complete control, she tore up the pages of the diary.

The first sentence of the imprint, "God, help me, I was ......" The illegible handwriting is now obvious, it is "I am controlled!" This was the last cry of the desperate Zhang Juan as she uttered a dying struggle.

Think about the points of light in your mind, how many people have struggled like Zhang Juan and Wen Jing. And how many people are suffering from the betrayal of their lovers like themselves.

Lin Song suddenly had a thought in his heart, since this spell could be released, it could naturally be lifted. Why don't you want to do a way to undo these spells and save your lovers from the same pain as yourself?

Thinking of this, Lin Song was a little excited, and he immediately started searching in Wang Jinrong's memory. Wang Jinrong's soul cultivation spell was very profound, and Lin Song couldn't understand it at all in many places. Lin Song frowned and thought for a while, and said in his heart: "It seems that only by trying to cultivate this technique can you understand these words!"

After that, for more than 20 days, Lin Song took medicine every day and practiced according to the exercises in Wang Jinrong's memory.

On this day, Lin Song, who had just finished cultivating, suddenly entered a mysterious state, and immediately felt that his thinking speed had suddenly accelerated a lot. Lin Song was overjoyed in his heart, and according to the instructions on the cultivation exercises, this should be a manifestation of promotion.

Lin Song's mind moved, and he had already entered his soul world. Lin Song is already very familiar with this gray and misty world, and looking for things here does not rely on his eyes, but on his senses.

In a moment's effort, Lin Song had already arrived at a place, and the hundreds of points of light inherited from Wang Jinrong were still floating in the air. The difference is that a small flame appears in the center of the point of light.

The small flame was the size of a little finger, pale red, and floated in the air, shaped like a burning candle. The flames flickered, forcing the surrounding gray fog out of a small area.

Lin Song came to the side of the small flame, and immediately felt a trace of unusual fluctuations in the flames, this is the fluctuation of soul power, although it is very weak, but it has surpassed ordinary people, this is a leap in the life level.

Lin Song recalled the records on the exercises, the soul cultivators, the lowest level is the control disciple, and the control disciple is divided into three levels, which are divided according to the color of the soul flame, from low to high, respectively light red, pink and dark red. Now he is the lowest-level Flame Controller, also known as the Junior Candleflame Controller.

"Candle Flame Controller" Lin Song chuckled, feeling that it was too appropriate to use the word Candle Flame to describe his current soul flame.

Lin Song returned to the reality room, and the exercise said that after forming a soul flame and becoming the lowest-level controlling apprentice, he was already able to use several low-level soul spells.

Lin Song closed his eyes and began to use the first spell in his life, Soul Scan. After a moment, Lin Song felt as if he had seen the situation around his body again. This feeling is very strange, I can still see the world around me clearly even though my eyes are closed, but the range is very small, only a meter square. The world is black and white, with no color, which reminds Lin Song of an old-fashioned black-and-white TV.

In order to verify that he was not imagining, Lin Song focused his mind on a pen holder on the table in front of him, and there were many pens in the pen holder, which he had never counted. Lin Song tried to check the number of pens in this black and white world. After a while, Lin Song opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of "Whew!", feeling very tired, it seemed that releasing the spell was very draining.

Lin Song picked up the pen holder on the table, twenty-four, and sure enough, the number he scanned with his soul was the same. It seems that his spell has succeeded. He can also be regarded as a cultivator, although it is the lowest level, Lin Song is still very happy in his heart.

Lin Song called for Wen Jing in his heart, and soon, Wen Jing came in response, Lin Song wanted to try if he could lift the spells of these poor women.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Lin Song didn't speak, just looked at Wen Jing's delicate face in a daze. He unleashed a second spell, which was also an early spell at the level of a master, called Soul Perception. The soul that can perceive all life.

In Lin Song's current sensory world, all substances that have nothing to do with the soul have disappeared. In front of him, there was only a faintly glowing mass of matter that emitted a little energy. This is a quiet soul, and the energy intensity is one level lower than oneself. This is just the soul of an ordinary person, although it also glows and emits energy, but it is not yet at the level of flame, and can only be called a soul light cluster.

Lin Song focused all his attention on the quiet soul light cluster. The shape of this mass of souls became clearer and clearer in Lin Song's senses. Gradually, in Wen Jing's soul light cluster, in addition to her own soul energy, there are also some golden silk threads, which are the same origin as the golden light points in her soul, which should be the magic power that controls Wen Jing's thinking.

These silk threads and quiet souls are intertwined and glued to each other, inextricably linked, densely packed.

Lin Song observed for a long time, and finally withdrew the spell and let out a long sigh. He looked at Wen Jing with a compassionate gaze, these golden threads were impossible to remove, they had already been combined with Wen Jing's soul.

Lin Song recalled Wang Jinrong's memory about the process of controlling the soul, and controlling the soul first required condensing a soul seed. The caster casts this soul seed into the soul of the person they want to control. Immediately, the process of control began, if the person being controlled has strong willpower, and even his own soul has been cultivated. Then the controlled person can suppress and destroy this seed. Awesome, you can even use this seed to fight back against the caster.

If the controlled person is far inferior to the caster, then the caster will continue to implant his own ideas and wills into the mind of the accused through seeds. The seed will grow like a vine. Absorbing the power of the soul of the accused, slowly growing up, entwining the soul of the accused, and finally becoming completely one, at this time, the accused completely loses his will. Although the accused is still a living being, he can think, he can do things, and he can even cultivate. However, he can no longer escape the fate of being controlled by his master in this life.

Wen Jing and those who were controlled by Wang Jinrong, the seeds of their souls had already grown, and they were all saved.

Looking at Wen Jing, who was as beautiful as a flower, Lin Song felt very sorry in his heart. She is the only woman who has had a relationship with him except Zhang Juan. Just look at what happened to her and know what Zhang Juan suffered in the company, which made Lin Song very sympathetic to her, and there was a trace of yearning in his heart, hoping to restore her quiet sanity, let her become a normal woman, and let her replace Zhang Juan's place in her heart, but after all, she still couldn't.

Wen Jing suddenly opened her mouth and smiled: "Master, there is a news that I was about to report to you, Zhang Juan's parents called, hoping that you can appear at Zhang Juan's monthly festival tomorrow." ”

"Moon Festival!" Lin Song suddenly reacted, it had been a month since he and Zhang Juan were separated.

Lin Song's eyes appeared again, the old and kind faces of Zhang Juan's parents, they treated themselves very well, but they did not appear at Zhang Juan's funeral. After all, Zhang Juan still died in her own hands, can she still face this poor old man?

"Master, if you find it troublesome, I can excuse it for you!" Wen Jing seemed to sense Lin Song's inner struggle.

"No! I want to go and see it. Lin Song said.