Chapter 780: Cut off the mundane memories and engrave the heart of loyalty

　　 (780 cut off the mortal memories, inscribed with loyalty to the heart of the Lord)
　　 When he came out of Cai Yanhun's broken shop, Song Lan, who was next to Gou Zhuo, did not seem to have changed, but he was actually a puppet.
　　 Although Song Lan is extremely disgusted with Cai Yanhun, Goujiu and Miao Zhong still managed to persuade her to complete the soul reproduction. There are scoundrels and Miao Zhong monitoring throughout the whole process, and Cai Yanhun has no chance to wipe oil.
　　 Cai Yanhun's title of "Soul Sacred Hand" is by no means an understatement. After his trimming, the spirit pig's soul was almost exactly the same as Song Lan's soul, and there was no difference between the soul appearance and the soul breath.
　　 The reenacted soul can be set to autonomously do some ordinary things like a real person, such as walking, talking, eating and drinking, enough to be fake.
　　 At a limited distance, it can also be controlled as a distraction.
　　 It cannot have the same cultivation base as a monk, and it can fight against it. But Song Lan was originally a mortal, so this is not important.
　　 Song Lan’s real body was put into a jade coffin for life and death. But the real magic is that although the person who is following the deceit is just a puppet, the soul in the body is the true soul of Song Lan herself.
　　 So this puppet is the real Song Lan.
　　 It is expected that the ancestors of the Song family would be extremely cautious when "taking away" Song Lan. Although the puppets made by Park Lao Jiu are extremely realistic, they are not without flaws.
　　 When the ancestors of the Song family discover a flaw, they will definitely think that the "Song Lan" they sent is a fake, and they will definitely take away Song Lan's real body.
　　 But he would never have thought that the soul in Song Lan's fake body was the real soul, and the real body he took away was a fake substitute soul!
　　 Song family ancestors wanted to trade only Song Lan’s soul, and had no interest in her body.
　　 Therefore, they can let the Song family ancestor take away the "fake soul" from her real body, and leave her body to recover herself.
　　The worst possible thing is that Song Lan's body cannot be retrieved, and she will be a puppet forever. This is not entirely bad for a mortal.
　　 This is the trap in the trap. The trap in the trap is waiting for the ancestors of the Song family to come and get the bait.
　　 They did not return the same way. When he didn't want to return to the Daxuan City on the ground, he encountered those who tried to follow them again.
　　Gen City’s underground is extremely complex, extending on all sides, and connecting with the underground ruins of the entire thick earth city.
　　Miao Zhong spent a period of time in Houtu City and was fairly familiar with the ruins, so he took them back from the underground detour.
　　 Houtucheng is located in the north, not as humid as Jiangnan. Even if the underground is dark, it is not humid and there is no stagnant water.
　　 There are only countless slanted stone pillars, collapsed stone walls, and the old rock floor is full of cracks and filled with dust.
　　 Many years ago, these places were not underground. Most of them were high-rise buildings under the sun. It's just that they were landfilled after being abandoned, but left many voids that could not be filled.
　　 Gouzhu and Miu Zhong, Song Lan and the three of them all brought Ye Mingzhu forward in these dusty pores of history.
　　 At first, people passed by occasionally where they walked past. Then gradually there was no one except them.
　　 What he didn't expect was that the more I walked here, the more it became empty.
　　 Now their night pearls can only shine on the dusty ground all around, the darkness in the distance is as thick as thick fog, and it is empty within a hundred steps.
　　 Gouzhu tried to perceive it with divine consciousness, and found that there was a huge space within a few miles in front of here, and the top of his head was at least half a mile high. This is a huge building left over from ancient times.
　　 For the structural stability of buildings such as the giant hall, the formation division will be asked to build a powerful array based on the terrain.
　　 After these ancient buildings are abandoned, the magic circle will not disappear with it, and it will be troublesome to dismantle, and it will always exist.
　　 So many years later, even if buried deep in the ground, these spaces will not collapse.
　　 Gouzhu is already complete in the Purple Mansion, and the divine consciousness swept around, reaching dozens of miles away. This glance surprised him.
　　 Because there are two figures a few miles ahead. These two figures are not unfamiliar to him, a resolute man with a square-faced face, and a slightly immature boy with a white face.
　　 Both of them wore gray-brown robes and looked unremarkable in this fortress-like city made of gray rocks.
　　 They are people who have been following since the shop in Daxuan City that specializes in selling promotion materials. The cultivation base of these two people is not too high from the perspective of Gouzhu, one purple mansion and one virtual pill.
　　 Goujiu suddenly thought that although the other party was dumped by him at that restaurant, they would definitely think of one thing, that is, the person they were following was a foreign monk who had participated in the xiaoyao club, and he must return to the xiaoyao club.
　　 So as long as you wait on the way back to the Xiaoyao Hall, you will be able to intercept them in all likelihood.
　　 They chose to wait on this underground road, very foresight. Of course, they may not let go of the road on the ground, and they may have sent others to wait.
　　 Apart from the sudden appearance of these two people, there is no one else here.
　　 Gouzhu did not try to get rid of it anymore, but walked over with Miao Zhongzhong and Song Lan.
　　 He deliberately dumped the opponent on the ground because he didn't want to cause confusion and make himself the focus of the crowd.
　　 In this dark underground, there are no other people around, even if he destroys these two people here, it will not attract any attention.
　　 When they walked over, the other person was also coming, so it didn't take long for the two figures to come within a hundred steps.
　　 The faint light from Ye Mingzhu in Gouzhu's hand had already illuminated the faces of these two men.
　　 "These two fellow Taoists, you have been following for so long, why don't you tell me something?"
　　Miao Zhongzhi let Goujiu protect Song Lan behind, and walked over by himself.
He narrowed his eyes, stared at these two people, and asked quietly, while holding his hand behind, under the imperceptible flow of mana in his hand, two "Thousand Miles Soul Needle" quietly condensed, sandwiched between the and Between index fingers.
　　 Although he only has the strength of the Second Qi of the Purple Mansion, the tiny microneedles are most suitable for penetrating the body protection mana. Once the Thousand Miles Soul Needle was in his head, even the Golden Core monk could not escape his control.
　　 The square-faced man clasped his fists in his hands and made a gesture, and then said to the hook, "This young fellow Taoist, our master would like to invite you to visit."
　　 Goujiu smiled indifferently and said: "Why should I go?"
　　 "Because we have what you want."
　　 Hooked up and couldn't help but glance at Song Lan. A gleam of light flashed in Song Lan's eyes, and she calmly spoke to him: "He didn't lie to you. They do have the best heavenly guide stones."
　　 really have the best heaven guide stone? This makes Goujiu's heart move. But he is not the lord who is dizzy. Although the best heaven guide stone is very useful to him, he has other ways to obtain it.
　　 For a decoy thrown by the other party, he ran with someone else in an uncertain future. This was definitely not what he did.
　　 He will probably refuse this offer. But he is willing to understand this matter more clearly. As long as you know who has it, it's the same for him to obtain it through professional means without trading.
　　 "Who is your master?"
　　 The strange thing is that both eyes flashed a dazed look, and then the square-faced man replied: "The master is the master. I can't say the master's name without authorization, and I don't know the identity of the master."
　　 I don’t care about this answer. Because as long as he asks questions, he doesn't need to care how others answer, as long as Song Lan tells him the thoughts in the other party's heart.
　　 He did not expect Song Lan to say: "Their master's name is Housheng. They have a very strong belief in the master's heart, but they don't know the master's identity and origin."
　　 Gouzhu's brain started to work. If Song Lan's mind-reading is correct, then these two people's brains seem not so normal. He decided to ask if he could make Song Lan see more~EbookFREE.me~ Who are you? What status? "
　　 "My name is Sun Wu."
　　 "My name is Zhu Shiba."
　　 "We are slaves to the master."
　　 Two people answered one after another. The names on the two newspapers are no different from nonsense, and these names are obviously not real names. As for the last sentence, it is completely nonsense.
　　 "They didn't hide it, they were talking about their real names. The identity... is also true." Song Lan's voice transmission miraculously refuted the conclusion.
　　 "At least they think it is their real name. They just remember to be completely loyal to their master, but their memory before then is almost blank."
　　 Gouzhu understands. This is the function of some kind of spiritism, which makes a person lose part of his memory and only write down the really "useful" things.
　　 This technique is often used in some hidden organizations. It can not only ensure the loyalty of these people, but also keep many secrets.
　　 But these methods are only effective for those who "voluntarily" accept these spells. In other words, these people are very loyal and willing to lose some of their memories.
　　 Otherwise, most of the memory of a person disappears, and even the source of his identity is forgotten, he will most likely be crazy.
　　 squinted his eyes, touched his nose, and sneered: "I don't know the identity of your master or yours. I feel dangerous, so I won't go."
　　 The faces of the two changed slightly, and they looked at each other for a while, as if they were weighing. After a moment of silence, Gou Zhu had already flung his sleeves and turned around to leave. The square-faced man chased after two steps, and said again:
　　 "My master is suffering from erysipelas. I would like to use one of the best heavenly stones, please detoxify!"
　　 Hook Zhuo stopped. Song Lan's voice transmission came in his mind: "What he said is true."