Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 147: Spiritual Battle
"..."

The subordinate was silent for a moment, and could only respond with a "hmm".

The president on the other end of the phone just sighed softly and said:
"Forget it. I have to go see that brother anyway. You guys keep busy."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The men looked down the mountain, but their main focus was still on the mountainside. After a few glances and finding nothing, they continued to work.

He didn't notice at all that less than a meter in front of his feet, there were remnants of Ma Xianhong's vomit in the pile of weeds.

"The core at the back was also tested."

The subordinates understood their president's thoughts very well, and when they heard the word "failure", they said they would continue to work.

This means that she has no intention of letting the remaining aliens go.

With the sound of infatuated murmurs, the core of the self-cultivation furnace gradually approached perfection.

In the villa, the president changed into a deep V dress. Her belly was slightly bulging. She gently stroked her belly with a calm and gentle look on her face.

“The real core has been found.”

……

……

vomit--

Ma Xianhong retched and woke himself up from his coma.

Because of the violent movement, he rolled over several times and fell heavily from the bed, rolling several times on the ground.

He was covered in cold sweat from the nightmare.

"It's a dream... It's a dream."

I couldn't convince myself, because my clothes still had the fragrance of the soil from climbing the mountain, and my mouth still had the aftertaste of vomiting when I was unconscious.

"You've already had a nap, why haven't you calmed down yet?"

Feng Qin sat aside, took over Ruhua's work, and poured him a glass of water.

While Ma Xianhong was in a coma, he also carefully observed his men around the self-cultivation furnace.

He is not very strong, and even his surveying ability is not that good. He is just a simple transport worker.

The president gave each of them a different phone number, some starting with 135, and some directly starting with 180.

Even if they were caught on the spot, Yaoxing Society would not be able to be convicted.

They even frequently attributed the crime to the Yaoxing Society, and pushed the Tang Sect into an unreasonable situation.

This made Feng Qin marvel. Yaoxing Society was even more terrifying than the Tang Sect when it came to covert work.

With this level of development after five years, it is no wonder that even a master of horizontal training like Chai Yan is willing to be employed by Yaoxing Society.

Although Shuangquanshou was involved, his own compromise was also an important reason.

After a rough exploration, Feng Qin left the range of the self-cultivation furnace and returned to Biyou Village to take care of Ma Xianhong, while thinking about the next strategy.

It is unrealistic to expect Ma Xianhong to defect at this time.

Aside from his own problems, what's more important is that he still has respect for his sister in his mind.

This is the subconscious left by Shuang Quanshou, and it is also the most advantageous time bomb planted in Ma Xianhong's mind.

If this problem cannot be resolved, even if he rebels now, he will inevitably return to the embrace of Yaoxing Society.

In other words, what we should do now is not to tell Ma Xianhong about the faults of Yaoxing Society, or even not to mention it, but to plant a seed that can fight against the subconscious mind.

Thinking of this, Feng Qin handed over five glasses of water. After the first three glasses, the other party vomited. It was not until the fourth glass that his chest calmed down.

When Ma Xianhong saw Feng Qin, he could no longer deceive himself.

What I saw on the top of the mountain before was all real, and it is still an ongoing experiment. "Feng Qin, believe me, believe me, I am not that kind of person, this is really not what I want... not..."

He held the sixth glass of water, his body still tense, looking at Feng Qin's frowning and unhappy expression, almost eagerly expecting to be forgiven.

But he did not see the word understanding on Feng Qin's face, instead, it was full of vigilance.

Feng Qin pretended to be indifferent, while revealing his extreme distrust of him.

When he saw Ma Xianhong noticed his expression, he spoke:

"I believe in Ma Xianhong, the young man who invited me to the village and talked to me about his ideals and dreams, but..."

"The people on the top of the mountain are all brainwashed, deformed "monsters", and the transport workers all have the same poker face. How can you prove that—"

He dragged out the word "信" and leaned forward, so that his breath could reach the other person's cheek, and whispered:

"Are you Ma Xianhong now, or someone else?"

"Yes! I am Ma Xianhong!"

He was frightened by these words and his face turned pale. He suddenly stepped back and slammed into the wall. There was a loud bang, and even the roof was hissing and falling with fine sand.

Holding his head with both hands, clutching his hair tightly, his eyes looking at his toes, he recalled the scene when he just woke up after losing his memory.

That was a picture of just him and his sister.

There are obviously many suspicious points in this scene, but why can I instinctively trust this sister?

Now, which thoughts in your mind belong to you and which do not belong to you?

What exactly the other party's abilities can do.

Questions bombarded his brain.

At this moment, he had not even thought about how many loopholes there were in Feng Qin's words.

Especially since Feng Qin's acting skills cannot support such a complex expression. If you look closely and pay attention, you can see the clues.

But Ma Xianhong was so furious about this that he didn't even think about these things.

Feng Qin also breathed a sigh of relief. If Ma Xianhong was too rational, it would be difficult to deal with. It was just right to maintain it like this.

Taking advantage of his confused thoughts, Feng Qin began to guide him:

"You are who you are now, but how can I know whether you will be who you are tomorrow or in the future?"

"..."

Ma Xianhong's pupils moved irregularly, and he looked up at Feng Qin with wide eyes.

"Yes, it's not too late. I don't believe my sister is that kind of person... But if something happens, I have to know that I am me."

Sure enough, even after seeing the human experiments that backfired, he instinctively didn't want to question Yaoxing Society.

If we had continued to instigate the relationship between him and the president, it would probably have backfired, leading to people starting to question whether Feng Qin was doing it on purpose and deliberately misleading them.

Therefore, the best result should be to make him start to be on guard and use his magical powers to deal with Shuang Quanshou.

As for how to do it, Feng Qin couldn't intervene, because it involved the Eight Great Skills, which was no longer within his scope.

Feng Qin did not offer to lend a hand, but just nodded in agreement, poured another cup of hot water, and got up to leave.

If you ask for help at this time, it means you need to understand the basics of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements first, which is equivalent to asking the other party to hand over the Eight Wonders.

Eat the food one bite at a time.

Disrupting his relationship with the president and sabotaging the plan of the Self-cultivation Furnace is also a way to gain trust.

Next, just wait for the net to close and everything will fall into place naturally.

(End of this chapter)