Wang Zijia ignored it and came to the courtyard he rented. At this moment, the courtyard of his cave mansion has also become a paper house, and there are two red lanterns hanging in front of the door, like a spirit house. Waiting for his return.

Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to enter the house. After all, there is no normal place here, and compared to wandering around the streets, facing all kinds of strange people, and having the risk of being caught for violating the rules of the market, the spirit house has become the best choice.

"Smack!"

As Wang Zijia closed the door, the door made a crisp sound that did not match the paper house, completely isolating the treacherous atmosphere of the outside world.

"Hoo ······"

After observing the surroundings and finding that the interior of the room was no different from the daytime, everything was as real as it was, Wang Zijia breathed a long sigh of relief.

After stabilizing his frightened mood, Wang Zijia looked at the second number again, which had been completed by his demon seeding.

At this moment, No. 2 was still stupid, as if he had no sense of the outside world, and the blood-red crystals above his head were like blood droplets, floating with a faint red light, enveloping his whole body.

It seems that this crystal is not used for defense, but for unknown reasons, it has a certain hindrance effect, so that the initial identity setting of them into the Trick Realm is relatively slow.

His heart flickered slightly, and the red copper weight took Wang Zijia to the other party's sea of chaotic consciousness.

As the brilliance of the red copper weights shone brightly, one after another weights began to emerge in the chaos, and a striking, blood-red weight the size of a little thumb attracted Wang Zijia's attention.

Weight: Curse of Treachery

Status: Contaminating

Value: 34

Introduction: The treacherous erosion of the treacherous spirit of several sins can turn people into a member of the treacherous domain silently, give them an identity setting, and be trapped forever in a book, endless reincarnation.

Note: The strange atmosphere is different, not like a demon, and there are traces of artificial refining, please pay attention.

Looking at the treacherous weight, Wang Zijia was stunned, and his gaze stayed on the remarks for a long time.

Is this double yolk egg of the Hundred Demon Realm artificial?

The thoughts changed, and the expression was uncertain for a long time, but there was no result.

In the end, Wang Zijia could only put his doubts aside for the time being, and began to carefully check the other party's various weight information.

Because of the last time in Wanyu Immortal City, the experience of interrogating the explosion of the superior who stopped the horse made Wang Zijia search very carefully.

However, he had never seen a similar weight before, and he didn't even know what kind of weight he was looking for, so Wang Zijia had to check the big weight first, and after finding no problem, he began to search for various light points again.

Fortunately, at this moment, it is a state of consciousness, and the thoughts flicker extremely quickly, otherwise if it is really to retrieve these light points and weights one by one with the naked eye, Wang Zijia doesn't know how much time it will take.

Half an hour later, when Wang Zijia retrieved the light point weight for more than half of the time, a black iron light point was pulled out by Wang Zijia.

Weight: Oath of Words

Status: Detecting

Value: 0.01

Introduction: The constraints left by the Demon Gate Bone Soul Concept on the disciples under the sect, in order to increase the concealment of the disciples and the probability of success in lurking, this method has almost no power, just an anchor detection. When a constraint violation is detected, the force is passed through this anchor.

Young man, didn't you pluck the feathers of the geese, and the Jedi was three feet? Do you have what it takes to try fishing with this anchor?

Looking at this weight, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to exchange this weight for his cultivation along with the treacherous weight.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia dodged and withdrew from the other party's chaotic sea of knowledge.

······

In the outside world, after Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he looked at No. 2 indifferently.

After a few breaths, Number Two also slowly came back to his senses from his trance.

He was dazed for a moment, and then subconsciously his whole body tensed, and he looked around vigilantly.

The brightly lit room, the cultivation room of the cave mansion, and Wang Zijia, who was sitting at the desk and looking at him indifferently, all made him slowly come back to his senses.

"Senior brother, what's going on." The other party's whole body tensed, looking at Wang Zijiadao.

Wang Zijia had no need to continue acting with the other party at this moment, looked at him indifferently, and said, "Tell me about your identity, information about the blood hidden vein, etc." ”

"Huh?" No. 2 was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned cold, and he said, "Senior Brother No. 9, what do you mean by this?" ”

Wang Zijia stretched out his hand indifferently and snapped his fingers.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, a faint mana fluctuation spread.

Seeing this, the tense No. 2 wanted to make a move. But the next moment, his complexion changed suddenly, his face was distorted, and he opened his mouth to let out a terrible roar.

"Ah······h

It's a pity that the sound is confined in a small area by the concealment formation, and it can't spread out even a bit.

At first, No. 2 was still patient, but the damage to his consciousness like a soul refinement, like the physical pain of scraping his bones and flesh, hit him like a tsunami, and he lost his armor in an instant.

No. 2 could not have imagined that there was a more terrifying torture method in the world than the anti-interrogation training in the dark hall.

At this moment, he felt like he had become a piece of clay, being grasped by an incomparably huge palm, kneading at will, especially consciousness, which was completely extreme torture.

The various lines of defense built up by various trainings over the years are like papier-mâché, which can be shattered in a moment.

"I said, I said, senior brother, senior, uncle, I am willing to say anything!" Eventually, Number Two roared almost in a roaring voice.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia snapped his fingers again, and the old god sat comfortably at the desk, drinking the tea he had just made from the storage bag, and looked at each other lightly.

"Whew······ Suck ······"

Two, soaked in sweat, lay on the ground like mud, wheezing violently. It took him a moment to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You'd better not have any crooked thoughts, your current state, without my permission, you can't blow yourself up under my nose." At this time, Wang Zijia finally said a word that I don't know if it was a warning or a threat.

The muddy No. 2 trembled all over his body for a moment, his face was full of horror, and a cold light flashed under his eyes.

"Division Nine······ Senior, what do you want to ask? Number Two lay on the ground as if resigned, and said as such.

"Let's talk about your Blood Hidden Group and your own situation first." Wang Zijia said indifferently.

Hearing this, the cold light in the eyes flashed again, and then he spoke: "Our group is a new group, established less than a hundred years ago, and it is established by the current essence vein and sub-vein master······"

At this point, No. 2 was stunned, and subconsciously looked at his unmoved body, his face full of puzzlement.

"Heh, are you wondering why you are still alive, why didn't the Demon Oath happen?" Wang Zijia listened to the other party's topic of going straight to the big guy, looked at the other party's appearance, and sneered.

(End of chapter)