Chapter 354 Sir, I Have Good News and Bad News

This was the first time Ji Ming had seen such a situation. He scratched his head like an electrician on his first day, looking at the tangled wires left by some bastard, which looked like a braided rope.

Moreover, through telepathic communication, he could guess the faint divine aura on the other party. This assassin should be considered a fanatic believer of the God of the Jungle in terms of loyalty and faith. He would be a valuable asset in any church.

At least none of the Holy Light believers he had seen so far could reach such fanaticism. Perhaps only players who could "birth" completely by themselves could have such a feedback efficiency under the premise of a world law bug.

Even so, there were so many players who could easily explode soldiers, fearless of death, and full of BUFFs. Ji Ming, who was kind and beautiful, was reluctant to take advantage of their labor for free. He had to let the system compensate them with reward tasks, hidden tasks, etc. to feel at ease.

But the God of the Jungle was willing to transform such a precious, almost non-renewable resource into a living madman who existed purely for the mission, and threw it into various dangerous missions that were sure to kill him, and even crazy enough to assassinate a princess as a consumable?

...Really, compared with this operation, even the dignified Shadow Great Evil God, who encouraged the Wolf King to kill countless Wendigos as a national teacher, was considered gentle and caring for his subordinates, and looked like a monarch.

After all, if the fanatic Mastiff who violently confessed his love for his own Kami had not been discovered by Ji Ming and Eleanor, he could actually have retreated safely. He just secretly put in an eye and set up a small altar, and there was really no danger to his life.

While secretly analyzing, Ji Ming did not stop looking for a way to break the assassin's psychological defense line, but there was not even a gap in the four sides of this stone lump, and there was no place to dismantle it.

In other words, his house not only had no door, but also no internal space. How could you break in?

But!

When the assassin, who didn't know what happened, was trying his best to taunt and disgust Ji Ming, and even tried to lick his palm with his tongue, he suddenly heard him say.

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

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"If you do personality repair to cure the madness, it may appear that your mind is relatively empty, and there may be some dullness and amnesia."

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

"The best way now is to cure the madness and perform a mind repair on you!"

After saying that, the assassin, who had been planning to go full throttle and spray one sentence after another, suddenly trembled all over, and the words that had been buzzing for a long time also stopped abruptly.

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

With the wisdom of the eye demon, even the last little fragments were picked out and finished off one by one, until only a tiny dust that could not be any smaller was left in this sea of ​​consciousness.

The assassin who lost everything suddenly became an ownerless empty shell. If he was sold on the undead black market, he would definitely be sought after by passing necromancers.

And the rich man who was willing to take out a big bag of gold coins gave Ji Ming a thumbs up and praised him.

"Hey, you are a living person with great prospects! You can actually process the brain of the puppet so cleanly, which saves me a lot of work as a wizard. If there are still goods in the future, follow this business card to find it. I will pay double the price for the white-haired beautiful girl!"

Ji Ming did this not to become a high-level human trafficker, but to verify whether his theory of breaking the deadlock can be successfully realized.

Indeed, even if he has great ability, he can't enter a room that is not a room at all.

- What if he dismantles it and uses the raw materials to build another one on the spot?

Ji Ming thought so and did so. He first extracted the faith that was the skeleton of the assassin's mind and used his divine power to wipe it out. Then he crushed the remaining parts into fine powder that could be processed at will, classified them by magic, or smelted them into bricks, or processed them into mud, and finally rebuilt 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 mold it into a big stone lump, then Ji Ming can smash the big stone lump into a mess and then mold it into a small courtyard.

Although he can only get rid of the blind fanaticism of the jungle god, but cannot clear the brainwashing that has been deeply rooted in it, isn't his behavior also a kind of brainwashing? Then ace against ace, as long as my ace is greater than the opponent's ace, my brainwashing can take precedence over others' brainwashing.

Of course, as a lover of wonders, how could the small courtyard built by Ji Ming be ordinary? He directly built a bastion for him by referring to the military barriers in history.

He also used his divine power to paint a layer of invisible paint on it, so that the jungle god would not find out that one of his fanatics had quietly returned to normal.

Although such violent demolition was particularly painful for the assassin, his brain was a mess to begin with. Since he was already at a low point, no matter what he did, it would be upward, so after the completion of the bastion, his emotions calmed down again.

Ji Ming entered the house he created. He unlocked and pushed the door as easily as if he was buying vegetables at the market. However, he was not a voyeur. When he cut off the assassin's suicide route, he used [Suggestion] to make the assassin throw it away on his own initiative. So after reading the information he wanted, he quickly withdrew from it.

The three looked at Ji Ming squatting on the ground, as if he wanted to crush the assassin's head, and he was silent for a long time. Seeing that he finally responded at this moment, they hurriedly asked.

"What's the matter? What's the situation?"

"Dark!"

Ji Ming took out a pen and paper from somewhere and wrote while talking.

"It's really dark!"

He admitted that his method of treating the assassin's mind was very violent, but violence did not necessarily mean that there would be no good treatment effect, especially since human memory itself is a line, and there is a strong correlation between each other. Even if it is smashed into powder, it can be rearranged into a normal order through the connection between the past and the present.

But the assassin's memory is different. A lot of important information is wrapped by the barrier of faith and brainwashing interference. It's fine that he has set up restrictions that he can't unlock unless he says the key words. A considerable part of it is directly removed from his mind, without even a little archive or fragmented memory.

Even if Ji Ming has thousands of magical powers and can play with many restrictions and locks like toys, he can't create something out of nothing and restore the deleted things. He can only worry about the conversations before and after the key events, and he can't guess the process in between.

Fortunately, the assassin's trip was abroad this time, so at least the recent part of his memory is quite complete. Ji Ming recorded every detail of the whole process of assassinating the princess in his mind in a booklet.

Even though he has only been in Jueqiao Pass for a few days, he has participated in a banquet and met many big figures in the city. So just looking at the number of people involved in the whole process and their positions, you can feel that this is a very scary case.

Even though he used the most refined words and sentences, Ji Ming still wrote ten pages before stopping. However, he did not hand the booklet to Hetman, who was already holding out his hand, but stuffed it into the Archbishop's hand.

But Ji Ming did not embarrass the Duke who was holding out his hand, but gestured for him to come to the corner of the secret room.

"Uh, God's Chosen, do you have anything you want to tell me alone?"

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

This scared Hetman, thinking that he knew something from the assassin's mind, and why did he look like he was ready to attend a funeral?

"Don't keep me in suspense anymore, just say it quickly, I can bear it!"

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

The sorrow shifted to the Duke's face, but he became firm again after just a few seconds.

"Bad news! Let me know how bad it can get!"

Ji Ming praised immediately.

"Very good, you are worthy of being the Duke, you are brave! Then I will tell you!"

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

"Uh ah!"

It may be Ji Ming's psychological effect, or it may be that the reality is indeed so. Hetman's color suddenly became much grayer, as if he had taken his wife out of the city, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly a cockroach was fished out of the pot... from the south... half... female... and the one without a drum.

So his body shook, and his trembling lips looked at Ji Ming, with a bit of pleading in his eyes, but the doubts in his mouth were pinched back by his reason before he asked.

Is it true?

Of course it is true!

There was no conflict of interest between him and the chosen one, and they had just reached a perfect cooperation. What was the point of him stabbing him in the back when he had nothing to do?

Because of this, he felt that his mood was getting heavier and heavier. He didn't know when he had already leaned against the wall and sat on the tiger bench that should be used for torture, but he could sit on it if he wanted to.

Sighing and silent for a long time, Hetman raised his head with lifeless eyes.

"What about the good news?"

Ji Ming took another breath and spoke in a sonorous voice.

"Good news! It is because of this bad news that the third young master's being a spirit outside is no longer a big deal!"

...

Your friend [Duke Jueqiao Hetman] has gone offline.

"Ah, condolences, Duke. Jueqiao Pass and the family still need you. You can't fall down!"

"Ah, Ah Ba Ah Ba Ah Ba..."

With a light cough, Ji Ming moved away from Hetman, who had turned into a repeater statue. He was about to count the other list he got from the assassin's mind, but suddenly heard Eleanor calling him.

Just now, the archbishop was watching the entire assassination plan, and Ji Ming was whispering to the duke.

She was free and looked at the assassin still lying on the ground, and suddenly remembered that she had a family-inherited magic that could break the veiled aura on him.

Anyway, the assassin had been tortured to the point that there was no good flesh on his body and no limb joints that could exert force, so she took a few steps closer and threw the magic on him.

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 the matter?"

"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 didn't have any 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 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 to the glow?

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 halfway through, because he saw that Ji Ming had taken out a magnifying glass and was leaning on the assassin to admire it carefully.

"Oh my god, it's so exquisite! Look at the growth ring pattern and the tree scar pattern. Oh my, 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...