Chapter 104: The shadow of the setting sun 2

"It's worth seven. It's just a float, and I can't reach it anyway." Zhong silkworm remained the same, but there was a hint of unwillingness in the tone.
Wang Yiyang drank hot milk.
"To completely transform people, there is a powerful increase in various modules, but their development route is not a large-scale large-scale bombing route, but a small and elite route that enhances power and concentrates destructive power. This is abnormal."
In this regard, the bell silkworm did not understand, could not reach the point, and could only be silent.
Wang Yiyang stood up, watching the tour group gathering downstairs and preparing to go to the next place.
"I have some speculation, but there is no evidence to prove it. Forget it, leave it alone. No matter who wins or loses, it has nothing to do with me now."
Wang Yiyang smiled.
"Troublesome tree root you bought, did you get it?" He asked.
"Bought it." Zhong Silkworm walked out of the room quickly, and soon did not know where to move a wooden box more than one meter long and half a meter wide.
Alas.
He opened the box, exposing neatly arranged small tree roots.
The roots of these trees vary in size, the largest is not the size of a human head, and the smallest is only the size of a palm.
"..." Wang Yiyang would like to say that the root carving is not so extensive and just grabbing a bunch of tree roots.
But he understood that he did not make it clear. Bell silkworm a layman naturally knows nothing.
"Forget it, that's all right." He stepped forward and began screening through the roots in the box.
The reason why he suddenly found the root of the tree to try root carving, on the one hand is to test the task of feeling life, to see if it can increase the progress.
On the other hand, I want to try to integrate the hypnosis of the Tasdaq symbol into the carving technique.
Now his special hypnosis has been stuck at the level of ordinary professional hypnotherapists.
You should know that in Shen Shen's heart, the level of the hypnotist also has a strong distinction.
Generally according to the standard, it can be divided into four levels. General occupation hypnotist, special hypnotherapist, red-clothed hypnotherapist, bishop level.
The professional level is just the person who has just introduced special hypnosis.
This is because he inherited the symbolic hypnotism of Fein Katrina, and this level.
During this time, Wang Yiyang worked hard to learn about special hypnosis every day under a strong sense of crisis.
He tried to apply hypnosis to every corner of life anytime, anywhere.
With such high-intensity use, he now finally enters the bottleneck. Ready to step into the next stage-special hypnotist.
What he needs to do at this time is to use his best symbol hypnosis, combined with root carving, and use a special technique in Roy's memory to try to break the limit of perception and step into the level of special hypnotherapists.
‘Once I enter the special level, not only can the duration of hypnosis become longer, people who can resist my hypnosis will also greatly reduce the range, even people with similar resistance training will be unable to resist. ‘He remembered that before he needed physical hypnosis and drug hypnosis.
But once stepping into the special hypnosis level, neither physical hypnosis nor drug hypnosis is needed.
He himself is the strongest weapon.
Of course, only the hypnotist who is prepared in advance is the best.
In the event of a surprise attack, preparation is insufficient. Then even the original bishop level cannot surpass the hot weapon.
Wang Yiyang asked Zhong Silkworm to leave for a while, leaving himself alone in the room, and began to carefully select the materials.
The root carving is three-pointed, and the seven points are natural.
So the selection is the core of the core.
What the root carving art pays attention to is to use its own carving knife to pry off the natural cover and highlight the natural beauty of the tree roots more perfectly.
As a master-level Rey, naturally, he is also the strongest among them.
Soon after, Wang Yiyang selected three barely available tree roots from the box.
Originally, the roots of the tree also required integrity, but unfortunately there is no such condition. He just tried it and didn't need to be so troublesome.
After all, he didn't really want to do root carving.
Pick up a set of special carving knives bought by Bellworm.
Wang Yiyang took out a small fist-sized root and began to sculpt it one by one.
He spent the whole morning in the room, sculpting the things in his hand carefully.
At first he was quite unfamiliar with the tools. But in the memory of the master of the master carving. He slowly became familiar with the processes and techniques.
This familiar familiarity made Wang Yiyang make great progress at the root carving.
He seemed to grasp faintly how to maximize the benefits of identity.
Obviously he did not get the root carving skills, but with the fuzzy memory feeling in his mind, he is growing from a novice who has never been carved at a staggering speed.
This reminded Wang Yiyang of his feeling of learning hypnosis.
At that time, he had this similar feeling. But at that time he himself got the symbolic hypnosis technique, so he thought it was a bonus to this technique.
But now it seems that is not the case.
At noon, Wang Yiyang ate something in the hotel restaurant and continued to return to the room to continue the carving.
Freila was instructed to find a sports masseuse, press the whole body up and down to speed up recovery. Come again tomorrow.
The girl didn't exercise for a long time, suddenly had great movements, and couldn't bear the body. She must be sore today.
Wang Yiyang stayed in the room all day.
He kept carving it carefully, piece by piece.
Until night, finally, he carved all the six tree roots in the box into his own needs.
Hotel suite living room.
Six yellow-brown root carvings are engraved with weird and twisted symbols.
Each root vulture is carved into a strange shaped monster. This is Wang Yiyang's casual appearance along the shape of the tree roots.
But this strange shape, coupled with the weird symbols scattered all over it, suddenly gave people a special sense of mystery and evil.
"It's almost OK."
Wang Yiyang finally put down a root vulture and exhaled heavily.
Although it is only a rough and simple carving, and there is no detail carving, but six root carvings have been carved in such a short time. Even if he has injected the crystal potion, he still feels sore, and his arms, shoulders, and backs are a little weak.
"Later fine-tuning it later, then polishing the smooth surface, and then buying other materials, you can try to make a breakthrough in perception."
Wang Yiyang admired his six works, and after a while, put them back in the box and locked them.
After that, he turned on the biochip and checked the battle situation of the soul-catch religion.
It was not long before he took out the communicator used to communicate with the substitute from his pocket.
Turn on the communicator, he close to his mouth, gently turn on the voice change function, and start recording.
The place is set and the time is set, so the key things should be thrown out.
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Thousands of kilometers away from Nelson, in a deeply hidden underground research base.
In the deep base aisle.
A tall figure wearing a white robe with a fully closed silver helmet, a silver metal scepter in the forehand, slowly moving forward step by step.
The dim lighting seemed to have no effect on him.
The silhouette was calm and calm, moving forward slowly, like a ghost in the shadow, blending into the surroundings.
"Leader, Lord Taore, the message. It was a message from the original."
A figure wrapped in black all over his body appeared silently in the shadow on the right, kneeling on one knee and falsely reporting information.
"Teacher's messenger?" The man in white robe stepped. "Have you dealt with it? Are you sure there are no problems?"
"No problem, just an ordinary recorded message." The masked man whispered.
After being silent, the white robe man spoke again.
"send it over."
"Yes."
The masked person quickly stepped forward and handed a piece of fingernail-sized black storage to the person in white robe.
Then he quickly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.
The man in the white robe gently squeezed the memory into a slot on the outside of his right arm.
He turned out that his entire right arm was a modified mechanical arm.
Soon after a hissing current.
A familiar husky old voice sounded slowly in his ear.
"I'm Roy Faryanjis.
My disciples, I am calling you to come this time. In fact, the truth is not the study of instant hypnosis in the field of sound. "
"I used to think I could break through everything, go beyond the limits, and find a way to save everything with hypnosis."
"Unfortunately, I overestimate myself."
Hearing here, the white robe man's heart slowly twitched, he vaguely anticipated that something terrible might happen.
"Now that I am old, my energy and consciousness are declining. And you, like the new born sun, are about to emit the brightest light."
"Here, I put the token representing the highest symbol of Shen Zhixin in Nelson. In the place where you gathered together.
I will be watching, watching you for the Shen heart, our heart, bringing light and hope. "
"Work hard, fight."
"The strongest hypnotist in the world needs only one."
Click!
The memory in the white robe man's forearm burst suddenly, and the fragments exploded and hit the wall.
"Give me the flight to Nelson." He clenched his scepter and strode toward the end of the deep, dark corridor.
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Austria, somewhere on the edge of the crater.
A masked man wearing dark gold armor all over, gently crushing the audio player in his hand.
Turned and ran, jumping from the edge of the cliff.
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Huh!
Silver light turned into silk threads, and instantly passed through the necks of several semi-mechanized people on dirty streets.
A masked doctor in a white coat took back the flying scalpel, and flashed a white weapon bag into his waist.
"Teacher ... you finally ..."
He gently crushed the memory in his hand. He turned around and flickered, disappearing on the streets full of rubbish. Leaving a dead body.
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Federation of Sarawak.
Headquarters of the United Psychological Association.
The gray-haired butler was looking down and standing in the huge sunny office.
In front of him, behind a desk made of black metal, was a gentle-looking octogenarian.
The old man was dressed up, staring at the audio memory that had just finished playing on the table.
"Help me arrange my flight to the Commonwealth."
"President, in fact, you don't have to go in person, if this is just a trap ..." the housekeeper persuasively said.
"Whether it is a trap or not, this is the teacher's will."
The old man slowly got up.
"We have been pursuing our own way to purify the world.
And now it's time for the final result. "