Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 250 From the Witch's Interrogation 【Please subscribe, ask for a monthly ticket】

  Zhang Deming has never forgotten the other party. To be precise, he keeps forcing Guan Zhenzhen, isn't his purpose just to force the man who controls the field to come out!

  At the moment when Xue Su was shaking, Zhang Deming said: "Law: People whose minds are controlled here are especially vulnerable."

  Following Zhang Deming's words, Zhang Deming's eyes glowed with dreams, and Xinmeng's unique spiritual power instantly invaded.

   Xue Su, with dull eyes, just stood there in a daze.

  At this moment, Zhang Deming pressed his hands on the ground.

  Skills: Thorns of thorns!

  Countless thorns protruded from the ground, piercing Xue Su who was standing still in place.

   Xue Su's body froze, his sluggish eyes regained consciousness slightly, and he met Zhang Deming's dreamy eyes.

   At this moment, with a haggard face, like a candle in the wind, he showed a relieved smile, looked at Zhang Deming, and whispered: "Thank you."

  Zhang Deming didn't pay any attention to him, his eyes sparkled, and he read a lot of information through the flashback of the other party's life at the moment of death.

   Immediately, ruby-like vines began to emerge from its body. The vines grew rapidly and swayed slightly.

  But until Xue Su died, the other party only provided Zhang Deming with 10% of his life.

   It just changed 70% of the weight to 80%, which shows how hard the opponent was squeezed.

  All the vines completely devoured the dead Xue Su, turned into light spots and disappeared, and Zhang Deming got a watch.

   It's a long story, it's only been a few seconds since Xue Su's attack.

  As Xue Su completely disappeared, the surrounding space also turned into runes one by one, slowly disintegrating.

  But Zhang Deming did not hesitate, facing Guan Zhenzhen who had just taken a breath, and rushed over again.

  Guan Zhenzhen's complexion was pale at the moment, and she was almost at the limit. Facing Zhang Deming who rushed over, she said hastily: "Old ghost, if you don't make a move again, don't blame me for turning your back on me!"

  Guan Zhenzhen's words made Zhang Deming's complexion suddenly change. The reason why he was so eager to make a quick decision was that he had a terrible guess.

   Now Guan Zhenzhen's words seem to confirm this guess.

   "Alas... these are really useless!"

  A faint exclamation, issued from the void, the voice is old and interfering, as harsh as iron scraping on metal.

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   Half a month ago, in Huayue City, underground of Huayue Academy.

   I don’t know when it started. Underground of Huayue Academy, there is an underground room. Even the dean of Huayue Academy doesn’t know about all this.

   There are quite a few rooms, and one of the rooms looks a bit like a dungeon, an ancient cell.

  But the layout is not that the detention room is not arranged, but the interrogation room is arranged.

  In the huge room, there are three huge log crosses, on which three people are nailed.

   That's right, it's not tied, it's nailed!

  The limbs and chests of the three were all pierced by a pitch-black nail and nailed to a log cross.

  Especially the black nail on the chest, which is not only huge, but also surrounded by a faint black mist, which seems to have a ghost screaming and struggling inside.

  Three people were nailed, and the blood flowed down the black nails drop by drop to the ground, and then flowed back to the log post along the ground, soaked in, and then flowed back into the body through the black nails on the log.

   This cycle goes on and on, making the three of them extremely weak, but they are still hanging on their breath. In addition, all three of them are in the overhaul of Liangyi, so they will not die for a while, or even for a few months.

   Combination of three people is even interesting.

  A young monk with a bald head, but no monk robes, wearing ordinary farm clothes.

  One is a young man in a Confucian shirt. He should be a person who is unrestrained and a little refined, but because of his embarrassing appearance at the moment, he can't see the elegance in him, but the freedom is still there.

  The last one is a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man is wearing a shabby Taoist robe. He looks like a fortune teller. He is holding a plaque and walking on the street to cheat money.

  The three of them were suspended like this, even though their breath was so weak, they still showed a bit of arrogance, including the last fortune teller.

  At this time, the door of the room suddenly opened, and Guan Zhenzhen's face that turned all living beings upside down appeared outside the door.

  The three of them looked at that face, with a rare flash of hatred in their eyes, including the little monk in coarse clothes.

  Guan Zhenzhen walked into the room, looked at the three people, and said: "Have the three seniors made up their minds, will they help or not?"

  The young monk Huineng said indifferently: "Guan benefactor, you should give up your heart. If you want this little monk to make a wish for you, it is impossible in this life."

  The middle-aged man in Taoist robes, Hua Zhengyu, also took a look at Guan Zhenzhen, and said, "It's impossible for you to ask me to make such a hexagram."

  Nangong Cheng, a young man in Confucian shirts, smiled slightly, and said in a frivolous and frivolous way: "I don't care, why don't you stay with me for a night, and I will think about it?"

  Guan Zhenzhen heard the words, looked at the young man in Confucian shirt Nangong Cheng, and said with winking eyes like silk: "I really want to, what kind of taste is the soul of a monk of Liangyi, I really haven't tasted it.

  It's a pity, Academician Qinglian, you practice the song of righteousness in heaven and earth, and keep your righteousness in your chest forever, and keep your original heart forever.

  I really don’t want to, I haven’t tasted the taste of the spirit, and I can’t hold it back, so I let it out first, and turned into a pink skull in your book, and a concubine in your pen.

  Besides, the three of you are of great use to old ghosts, so you really dare not make it into a real ghost under your skirt at will! "

  Rushan Nangong Cheng smiled and said, "You don't even want to sleep with me, but you still want the old man's characters? Do you know how valuable the old man's characters are?"

   "Hehe... Academician Qinglian, you will pay for it without asking for money!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

  Rushan Nangong Cheng cracked his lips and said, "I'll wait!"

  Guan Zhenzhen clapped his hands with an evil smile, and a few disciples came in outside the door, two of them pushing a wooden horse.

  The three disciples, after bringing the things in, quietly took two steps back and stood there with their heads bowed.

  Guan Zhenzhen came to the wooden horse at this time, gently stroked the wooden horse, and said: "For the sake of the three, Zhenzhen went out this time, but it took a lot of effort.

   Originally, the integrity of the three of them made Zhenzhen really admire them. They could do their best and never bow their heads. Zhenzhen hadn’t seen many monks in these years.

   This soul nail is suffering from the pain of the soul, and the three of them can still look normal, and there is really nothing they can do about it.

   But it is also luck, when passing through a mortal town, I accidentally saw a fence, and an interesting scene happened.

   This scene gave Zhenzhen a lot of inspiration.

   So Zhenzhen came back specially, called a disciple of Baifengyuan, and built this thing for Zhenzhen. Three seniors, do you know what this thing is called? "

  Guan Zhenzhen stroked the wooden horse with pity, especially the back of the wooden horse.

  The three of them looked up at the Trojan horse feebly after hearing the words, and they could tell at a glance that this thing was just a one-star magic weapon, and its manufacture was quite rough.

  The little monk Huineng and Taoist Hua Zhengyu didn't care, but Nangong Cheng, who had always been the most unrestrained man, looked at the wooden horse, especially when he saw the bulge on the wooden horse's back, and his expression suddenly changed.

It was the first time Guan Zhenzhen saw Rushan Nangong Cheng's face changed, she suddenly bit her lip shyly, and said shyly: "I hate it, Academician Qinglian, how do you even know this, I have spent a lot of thought. "

  Rushan Nangongcheng didn't reply as freely and freely as before, nor did he say anything sarcastic, but his expression was extremely gloomy.

  Guan Zhenzhen twitched a bit, and then came to the other side. On the other side were two very strong men.

  The muscles of their bodies are like bodybuilding coaches, their skin is wheat-colored, slightly dark yellow, wearing only a pair of underpants, their whole bodies seem to be touched with a layer of essential oil, and they glow slightly.

  The only fly in the ointment is that at the moment, the two of them wear a collar around their necks, and their eyes are a little dull.

  Guan Zhenzhen stepped forward, stretched out her slender hand, caressing the skin of the two of them pitifully, especially on their strong chest, and lingered for a long time.

   After a while, she looked at the three of them again and said, "Do you know what they do?

   Zhenzhen can remind you, they are also harvested there! "

  Huineng, a young monk in coarse cloth, and Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, didn't pay much attention to them at first.

  But seeing Rushan Nangong Cheng who had never changed his face at this moment, his face became more and more gloomy. Both of them frowned and looked at Guan Zhenzhen coldly without saying a word.

  Guan Zhenzhen looked at Rushan Nangongcheng with surprise, and said: "Academician Qinglian, do you even know this?

  It seems that I really don't know enough about the books of Huayue Academy!

  Hmm... The two seniors probably don't know about it, or academician Qinglian, tell them about it? "

  Rushan Nangong Cheng had a gloomy face and did not speak.

  Guan Zhenzhen didn't care at all, or didn't expect the other party to reply, she paused, and while stroking the man beside her, she said:

   "They, in the mortal world, are dedicated to accompanying guests, just like the girls in Goulan."

  The little monk Huineng frowned when he heard the words, showing doubts on his face, but Hua Zhengyu in the Taoist robe suddenly thought of something, a pair of ordinary powerless eyes suddenly widened, and his lips trembled as he stared at Guan Zhenzhen.

  At this moment, Guan Zhenzhen seemed to be a real devil in his eyes.

   "Heck... It seems that Daoist Hua has also thought of it, alas, the lives of the two seniors are really colorful!"

  She smiled shyly, then suddenly changed the subject and continued: "Because it was interesting, I went to ask the mother in the hook bar, for those...

   When the three of them heard the words, the young monk Huineng was still slightly puzzled, the middle-aged Hua Zhengyu in Taoist robes had his eyes wide open and his lips trembled, and the young man in Confucian shirt Nan Gongcheng looked gloomy and remained silent.

   "Don't you want to choose? Then you can really choose for the three seniors.

   Guan Zhenzhen paused, looking at the three of them, Confucian Nangong Cheng sullenly avoided Guan Zhenzhen's gaze for the first time.

   Taoist robe Hua Zhengyu directly turned his head away, only the young monk Huineng watched the sudden change with frowns.

  Guan Zhenzhen saw this, and said with a smile: "In this case, let Master Huineng go first."

   After saying that, Guan Zhenzhen waved his hand, and the black nails on the little monk's body instantly turned into black smoke and merged into his body, and the bleeding wounds stopped instantly.

  The little monk Huineng fell down from the log cross, weak all over.

   "Take off!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a cold smile.

  Behind her, the three disciples who had been bowing their heads, stepped forward, came to the little monk Huineng, and set him up.

The little monk Hui Neng was erected and fiddled with. He closed his eyes and began to chant sutras lightly: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, for a long time, walks the deep prajna paramita, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships. Shariputra... "

  Huineng faced the coming torment without any change in reaction, Guan Zhenzhen has seen it countless times, her eyes sparkled with excitement, looking forward to it will be different later!

  The young monk Huineng recited scriptures silently, ignoring her.

  Guan Zhenzhen said: "Put it on."

  After Guan Zhen's mantra, the three disciples set up the little monk.

   "Oh, it seems that Senior Huineng's appetite is really different." Guan Zhenzhen had a wicked smile.

  Hui Neng was shaking, his catalog was about to split, his teeth were clenched, and he recited the scriptures again in a moment.

   After a long time, Guan Zhenzhen, who was still smiling, gradually became gloomy.

   "Change!" Guan Zhen said coldly.

  The wooden horse stopped, and Huineng was hung on the cross again, but with the back facing everyone, and then a disciple took off the collar of a man with dull eyes, and the man regained consciousness instantly.

  After he came back to his senses, he didn't panic at all. To be precise, he just looked at Guan Zhenzhen stupidly.

  Guan Zhenzhen smiled at him and said, "Serve our Master Huineng well."

   "Okay, really!" The other party said stupidly.

   Immediately, he came to Huineng's cross. Huineng should have understood the next development at this moment. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said, "Young monk, I wish you well."

   There was a little crying sound in the words.

  Guan Zhenzhen paused, waved his hand silently, the man retreated, and the three disciples quickly took out a set of clean clothes, put them on for the young monk, and took them out.

  Guan Zhenzhen looked at the remaining two people and said, "Then which senior will come next?"

  Under Guan Zhenzhen's gaze, both of them avoided their gaze.

   "In this case, academician Qinglian, please come!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

  Rushan Nangong Cheng heard the words, closed his eyes, and said quietly for a long time: "Oh... I wrote this word, I don't need money to write this word!"

   Saying this sentence, Nangong Cheng's whole temperament changed, as if something was broken.

"You!! Do you think that I dare not let you sit on it and try it!" Guan Zhenzhen's expression became extremely gloomy in an instant, pointing at the wooden horse and saying, no wonder she is so angry. There are two levels of scholars.

  Nangong Cheng raised his head, and said with a late and sad face: "This old man has been banned in all of his cultivation bases, and he can't even destroy himself. Do you think this old man did it on purpose?

  The courage of the old man’s writing is what he cultivated, you have to break it.

  The old man reluctantly agreed, and you are still not satisfied, so what do you want the old man? "

  Guan Zhenzhen looked at the gray face of the young man in Confucian shirts, and couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, but she believed it a little.

   After all, this soul lock nail was given by the old ghost, so there shouldn't be any accidents.

  She was silent for a long time, with a gloomy face, she looked at the middle-aged man in Taoist robe, and said, "Where is Taoist Master Hua?"

  Hua Zhengyu in the Taoist robe looked at Nangong Cheng with a gloomy face, then at Guan Zhenzhen, and said, "Ah... the old way admits it, this is the way to go!"

   Guan Zhenzhen, who received an affirmative answer, stopped embarrassing the two of them. He gave Nangong Cheng a cold look, and with a wave of his hand, all the black nails on the two of them melted into their bodies.

   She turned around and went straight out.

  She went out on the front foot, and several disciples came in on the back foot. They silently lifted the two people who were limp on the ground, and carried them into a room respectively. Clean clothes and hot water had already been prepared in the room.

  After putting the two of them in separately, the disciple began to take off Nangong Cheng's clothes.

  Nangong Cheng paused, looked at the disciples beside him, and said with a psychological shadow, "Change me to a boy."

  The two disciples paused for a while, without saying a word, one supported him, and the other hurried down.

  In a short while, the disciple brought back four boys, all four were very cute children, but the gray eyes lost their proper brilliance, leaving only haggard and numb, which was extremely unsuitable for their age.

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   It’s the end of the month, and the monthly pass will get moldy if you keep it. Take a look at the bag of the monthly pass, and vote for some of them quickly!

  (end of this chapter)