Meng Juntong naturally didn't want to see someone die, although she could also understand Song Yi's way of dealing with this matter at the moment.

Although there is no such situation in Shaohua City, there is never a shortage of descriptions of these words in the book about the mortal world.

Moreover, Meng Juntong has experienced the invasion of Shaohua City by the Netherworld, and his mother's adoptive mother, the Sword Immortal who entered the world, is not a spy in the mortal world. It was because she almost killed Meng Juntong's mother.

"Is it that he gives important enough news to live. Meng Juntong raised his head and asked Song Yi innocently.

Xue Ding was about to say something, but Song Yi grabbed his arm. Song Yi smiled and said to Meng Juntong: "That's natural, the value of spies is the value of intelligence, if they are valuable, they can naturally survive." ”

Meng Juntong pursed her lips slightly, as if she was weighing something.

Soon she clenched her fists as if she had made up her mind: "I can get information from him." ”

Song Yi was stunned, he knew how tight the mouths of these overseas spies were.

Although he had only been in Xuncheng for a few months, he had been in the army for a long time before that. Not to mention those spies who have received the most rigorous training and whose lives are in the hands of the organization, even ordinary military officers and soldiers will find it difficult to ask for accurate and valuable information if they are captured alive.

Xue Ding shook his head slightly, he had seen Meng Juntong's methods, so he naturally knew what Meng Juntong would do.

Naturally, it's going to be a dream to get information.

Xue Ding had felt Meng Juntong's dream technique, and even a person with such a firm heart as him could not detect anything unusual in that dream.

With this secret technique, it can be said that there are almost no secrets in this world that Meng Juntong can't hide.

As he spoke, Meng Juntong had already walked in front of the young spy.

The young spy glared at Meng Juntong with a hideous expression: "You don't want to get any news from me, all you can get is a corpse!"

Because of the jaw being pulled off, the man's speech was slurred, but Meng Juntong could roughly understand what he was saying.

"I'm here to save you," Meng Juntong said to the young man.

The man's eyes showed a determined and hateful gaze, without the slightest tenderness because Meng Juntong was a woman.

Trapped in an enemy country, how could he believe that someone would come to his rescue. He knew better that even if he said one more word today, his family, who was hundreds of miles away, would probably not be able to see the sun tomorrow again.

But looking at Meng Juntong's demeanor, the young man suddenly felt a little uncertain.

He began to regret a little why he had not been ruthless and had taken his own life just now.

If that's the case, these people of Zhao Kingdom will get one of his corpses at most.

Meng Juntong didn't say anything to him anymore, and the young man saw the girl slowly raise her finger at him, and the warm touch of the fingertips appeared on his forehead and eyebrows.

Meng Juntong muttered, "Relax, it'll be fine soon." ”

At this moment, her other palm was empty, and a misty mist of light appeared in her palm, and soon this mist of light turned into a lamp with a simple shape.

After entering the fourth illusion dream realm of the dream technique, the soul lamp summoned by Meng Juntong was obviously a little more divine than in the past, and the aura had also undergone earth-shaking changes.

A strong feeling of tiredness hit the young man's heart, and he only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

He struggled to combat the fatigue, but to no avail.

"Sleep," Meng Juntong recited a word softly, and the young man's eyelids, which were still beating, suddenly closed tightly.

"The common people have dreams to light the light, and the dream medium summons. With a touch of Meng Juntong's fingers, a faint cyan dream medium was pulled out of the young man's eyebrows, and then directly sent into the wick of the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp.

With a loud bang, a little cyan flame ignited in the ancient lamp of the Ming Soul.

The firelight flickered and shone brightly.

Meng Juntong turned his eyes to Xue Ding and Song Yi: "You need to find me a secluded place, and no one should disturb me when I perform the spell." ”

"That's no problem," Song Yi turned to the two wrestlers who had captured the young man earlier and said, "Drag him to my house." ”

The wrestler guards were ordered, and they picked up the young man like a chicken and entered the city.

Meng Juntong held the ancient lamp of the Ming Soul with one hand and said to Xue Ding: "Brother Xue, I want to bother you to protect the Dharma for me." ”

In this city, the only person Meng Juntong can trust is Xue Ding.

Of course, Xue Ding would not refuse, and followed Meng Juntong's side, he originally came to repay his kindness.

Meng Juntong also went to the Governor's Mansion in Xuncheng, and if she wanted to weave dreams for young men, she must not be too far away.

On the way, she carefully read the young man's dream soul.

From her memory, she learned that this young man's name was Hengshui, and he was not from the West Qinyang Guancheng, but from the Qin capital Liyang City. And in addition to him, there is an elderly grandmother and a young brother in his home.

His father died on the battlefield of Vaqi a few years ago, and their mother abandoned the sons in less than half a month after learning of his father's death, and remarried and went to other places.

It was their grandmother who worked hard to bring up these two children.

Meng Juntong wanted to know how such a young man could become a spy, but it seemed that the memories of this part were gray and black in the long river of young people's memories. If you want to forcibly interpret it, you may need to use some brutal dream-breaking methods, which of course Meng Juntong does not want to see.

Reading souls is like this, for those who don't have secrets in their hearts, reading their soul memories is basically unobstructed. However, if there is some special training, or if there are some memories that the host does not want to remember, let alone touch, the soul reader will see a black mist or gray.

Forced interpretation can cause some harm to both the dream-reader and the dream-read.

Meng Juntong slowly withdrew his divine sense and exhaled a long breath, now it seems that all the information about espionage is shackled in the memory of this young man, and it seems that the only way to do this is to weave a dream and guide him to say the information Song Yi and they want in the dream.

Soon, the group came to Song Yi's Duwei Mansion, and the steward of the mansion received the news one step earlier, and at this moment, he had specially packed up a secluded wing room to perform spells on Meng Juntong.

Before entering the room, Meng Juntong glanced at Xue Ding, and Xue Ding also nodded at her, indicating that as long as he was there, no one could disturb her.