Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 354 Sir, I have good news and bad news
This was the first time Ji Ming had seen such a situation. He was scratching his head as if an electrician on his first day was worrying about the messy lines left by some bastard thing, like braiding rope.

Moreover, through spiritual communication, he can figure out the faint aura of the god on the other party. Regardless of his loyalty or belief, this assassin should be regarded as a fanatical believer of the Jungle God. If he puts it in any church, he will be regarded as a valuable asset.

At least no Holy Light believer he has seen so far can achieve such fanaticism. Probably only players who can even be "born" completely on their own can have such a power under the premise that the world law BUG is stuck. Feed back efficiency.

Just like this, he has a huge number of players, they can destroy troops at will, they are not afraid of death, and they have all kinds of BUFFs. The kind-hearted Ji Ming is reluctant to use their labor for nothing, and wants the system to hide the tasks with reward tasks. Compensation can bring peace of mind.

But such a precious, almost non-renewable resource, the Jungle God was actually willing to transform it into a living lunatic who existed purely for missions. He threw it into all kinds of places, leaving no one alive. He was even crazy enough to assassinate a person. The princess's dangerous mission as a consumable?

...Really, compared to such an operation, even the majestic evil god of shadows and the Wendigo, who instigated the Wolf King to kill countless people as a national master, are considered gentle, caring and caring for their subordinates, and treat them like kings.

After all, if the fanatical Mastiff man who violently confessed his secrets to his family had not been discovered by Ji Ming and Eleanor, he could have escaped safely. He just sneaked in and made a small altar. There was really no danger to his life. It can be said.

While secretly analyzing, Ji Ming did not stop looking for a way to break through the assassin's psychological defense, but there was not even a slight crack in the stone lump in all directions, and there was no place to open it.

In other words, not only does his house have no door, it doesn't even have any internal space. How could you possibly break in?

but!

The assassin, who didn't know what was going on, was trying his best to mock Ji Ming, who was disgusting, and even tried to stick out his tongue to lick his palm, when he suddenly heard him say something.

"Your mind is relatively relaxed, but your madness makes up for this part."

Everyone:? ? ?
"If the madness is cured through personality repair, it may appear that your mind is relatively empty, and you may have some dullness and amnesia."

The holy light in Ji Ming's hand gradually became brighter, and he gradually increased the strength of the mental pressure, almost forming a physical oppression, slowly hitting the assassin's sea of ​​consciousness like a hydraulic press.

"The best way now is to cure your madness and perform a mind-repairing technique on you at the same time!"

Having said that, the assassin who had already planned to use all his strength and spat out words suddenly trembled all over, and the words that had been buzzing for a long time came to an abrupt end.

Because just now, his soul was completely crushed by Ji Ming.

With the addition of wisdom belonging to the beholder, even the last little fragments were picked out and touched up one by one, until there was only an extremely tiny piece of dust left in this sea of ​​consciousness.

The assassin who lost all this suddenly became an empty shell without an owner. If he sold it on the undead black market, he would definitely be snapped up by passing necromancers.

Moreover, the wealthy man who willingly took out a large bag of gold coins gave Ji Ming a thumbs up and praised him.

"Hey, you really have a great future as a living person! You can actually process the doll's brain so cleanly, but it saves me a lot of time. If there are any more goods in the future, just follow this business card and look for it, white-haired beautiful girl I’ll pay double the price!”

Of course, Ji Mingzheng did not want to be a high-level human trafficker, but wanted to verify whether his theory of breaking the situation could be successfully realized.

Indeed, even if he had great abilities, he would not be able to enter a room that was not a room at all.

——What if he dismantled it and used the raw materials to build another one?

This is what Ji Ming thought and what he did. He first took out the faith that was the skeleton in the assassin's mind and used his divine power to destroy it all. Then he pounded the remaining parts into fine powder that could be processed at will, and used magic to destroy them. Sort them into categories, or smelt them into bricks, or process them into mud, and finally rebuild a small courtyard in the assassin's sea of ​​consciousness.

That's right, since the Jungle God can smash the assassin's normal mind into a mess and then shape it into a big stone lump, then Ji Ming can smash the big stone lump into a mess and shape it into a small courtyard.

Although it can only get rid of the blind fanaticism in the Jungle God, but cannot clean up the brainwashing that has been deeply embedded in it, is his behavior not a kind of brainwashing? So ace versus ace, as long as my own ace is greater than the opponent's ace, it's enough that my brainwashing can take precedence over other people's brainwashing.

Of course, as a lover of wonders, how could the courtyard built by Ji Ming be ordinary? A bastion was built for him based directly on the construction of military barriers in history.

Moreover, he also used his own divine power to paint a layer of invisible paint on it, so that the Jungle God would not find out that he had a fanatical believer who died and quietly returned to normal.

Although such violent demolition was extremely painful for the assassin, his brain was already in a mess. Since it was already at a low point, no matter how hard it was, it would always be upward. Therefore, after the completion of the bastion, his emotions calmed down again. .

Ji Ming took advantage of the situation and stepped into the house he created. He unlocked and pushed the door as easily as if he were buying groceries at the market. However, he was not a voyeur. When he cut off the assassin's suicide route, he used the "Suggestion Technique". ] The assassin was asked to throw it away on his own initiative, so after flipping through the information he wanted, he quickly withdrew from it.

The three of them watched Ji Ming squatting on the ground in silence for a long time as if he was about to crush the assassin's head. Seeing that he finally reacted, they quickly asked.

"How's it going? What's going on?"

"black!"

Ji Ming took out a pen and paper from somewhere and started writing.

"What a shame!"

He admitted that his method of treating assassins' minds was very violent, but violence did not necessarily mean that there would be no good therapeutic effect, especially since human memory itself is a line and there is a strong correlation between each other. Even if Even if it is smashed into powder, it can also be rearranged into a normal sequence through the connection between the previous and later events.

But the assassin's memory is different. A large amount of important information is wrapped up in belief barriers and brainwashing interference. Even if there are restrictions that he cannot unlock independently unless he speaks key words, there is also a considerable amount of information that is directly extracted from the mind. Unplugged, not even the slightest archive or fragmented memory is left.

Even if Ji Ming has millions of magical powers and can play with many restrictions and locks like toys, he can't reinvent things that have been deleted. He can only worry about the dialogue before and after key events, and speculate no matter what. There is no intermediate process.

Fortunately, the assassin was traveling abroad this time, so at least this part of his recent memory was quite complete. Ji Ming recorded the entire process of assassinating the princess in his mind, and every detail was recorded in a booklet.

Even though he had only been in Jueqiaoguan for a few days, he had attended a banquet and met many important people in the city. So just looking at the number of people and positions involved in the whole process, You can feel that this is a very terrible case.

Even though he used the most concise words and sentences, Ji Ming still wrote a full ten pages before stopping. However, he did not hand the book to Hertman, who couldn't help but reach out his hand. Instead, he stuffed it into the Archbishop's hand. in hands.

But Ji Ming did not embarrass the Duke who stretched out his hand. Instead, he signaled for an invitation and led him to the corner of the secret room.

"Uh, Chosen God, is there anything you want to tell me alone?"

Ji Ming did not speak, but took a deep breath with a sad face and slowly exhaled it.

Now Hetman was scared. He thought he had learned something from the assassin's mind. What was going on with this expression of someone preparing to attend a funeral?

"Stop being so pretentious, just tell me if you have anything to do. I can bear it!"

"Calm down, I'm just thinking of a more tactful wording...Okay, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Sorrow shifted to the Duke's face, but after a few seconds it became firm again. "Bad news! Makes me wonder how bad it could be!"

Ji Ming immediately praised.

"Very good. As expected of a Duke, he has courage! Then I'll tell you!"

"Listen, your favorite child, the third young master of the Jueqiao family, Crowe, had an affair with foreign enemies, had affairs with multiple spies in the deep forest, betrayed many family interests behind the scenes, and participated in the assassination of the princess. ”

"Ugh!"

It may be Ji Ming's psychological effect, or it may be the reality. Hertman's color suddenly became much grayer, as if he had taken his wife out of the city, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly fished it out of the pot. A cockroach...southern...half...female...and what's missing is a cockroach.

So his body swayed, and he looked at Ji Ming with trembling lips. There was a bit of pleading in his eyes, but the doubts in his mouth were choked back by his reason before he could ask.

is that true?

Of course this is true!

There is no conflict of interest between him and the God of Choice, and they have even just reached a perfect cooperation. What's the point of backstabbing him when he has nothing to do?
Because of this, he felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier. At some point, he had already leaned against the wall and sat on the tiger bench that was supposed to be used for executions, but he could sit on it if he wanted.
After a long sigh and a long silence, Hertman raised his head with dull eyes.

"What about the good news?"

Ji Ming took another breath and spoke loudly.

"Good news! Just because there is such bad news, the fact that the third young master is working as a spirit outside is no longer a big deal!"

……

Your friend [Duke Hertman] is offline.

"Ah, my condolences, Your Majesty the Duke, Jueqiaoguan and the family still need you, you can't fall!"

"Ababa, Ababa, Ababa..."

With a slight cough, Ji Ming moved away from Hetman, who had turned into a statue of a repeater. Just as he was about to count another list he got from the assassin's mind, he suddenly heard Eleanor calling him.

Just now, the Archbishop was watching the entire assassination plan, and Ji Ming was whispering to the Duke.

With nothing to do, she looked at the assassin who was still lying on the ground, and suddenly remembered that she had a family inheritance of invisible magic, which might be able to break the concealing aura on him.

Anyway, the assassin had been tortured so much that he didn't have a good piece of flesh on his body or a limb joint that could exert force, so she took a few steps closer and threw the invisibility-breaking magic up.

As expected, the thick fog on the assassin gradually dissipated as the magic took effect, but when she took a closer look, she discovered.

"Ji Ming, come here quickly!"

Ji Ming was taking notes quickly with a pen and paper, he was so busy that he didn't even raise his head.

"what's wrong?"

"He...she seems to be a woman!"

Ji Ming immediately laughed.

"What can a woman do? Even if he is an armed helicopter! As long as he doesn't follow the right path and dares to ruin my business, I will break his propeller."

Eleanor didn't know what an armed helicopter was, so she could only use the end of the staff to poke the assassin's limp body.

"Then...she doesn't seem to have anything to cover her body?"

However, Ji Ming had no interest in this either.

"That means Jungle Church is so poor that they can't even afford a pair of pants. The advantage is mine."

Maybe he felt that his answer was a bit prevaricating, so he added another sentence.

"Okay, if you are really distressed, just find some old clothes that you are too lazy to wash and cover her up. Anyway, she will still have some use value in the future, so you can't kill her for the time being."

Eleanor was a little confused when she said this. No matter how noble her character was, she was the one to call him... Isn't it normal to take the opportunity to come over and take a look? Why...

Is it possible?
No, no, no, impossible, impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

At least it would be a shame if it were true! This is definitely a loss! That...that monster centaur knew it, so he couldn't kill himself to get the light?

Eleanor was thinking wildly, while constantly turning the assassin's body with the staff, and suddenly discovered that the place she thought was the armor next to her body seemed not to be armor, but...

She hummed in confusion, trying hard to figure out what it was. She inadvertently thought of the snacks in the fruit plate when drinking tea in the afternoon, and muttered.

"Huh? Why does she look like she has a layer of nut skin..."

Whoosh!
"What what? What nut skin?"

Ji Ming suddenly appeared next to him, startling Eleanor, and almost hit the assassin's only "complete" head with his staff.

"That's it. Look, all the fragile parts of her body are covered with a layer of plant-like crust... something... something..."

Eleanor hesitated mid-sentence because he saw Ji Ming had taken out a magnifying glass and was leaning on the assassin to appreciate it carefully.

"Oh my gosh, it's so exquisite! Look at the growth ring pattern and the tree scar pattern. Oh, it's like a dream come true!"

Eleanor was so frightened by this scene that she froze in place. She tremblingly took out a dress from her storage ring and thought about covering it up for Ji Ming. This would be too...

(End of this chapter)