After a moment of experiment, Dean discovered that he had lost not only the dark vision but also his strength and magic mark ability. Right now, he only had his physical strength, which had been greatly weakened. He was probably only at the level of a pioneer. Without the Splitter's magic mark, it was like … the magic mark had been stripped from his body.
But the magic mark on his chest was still there. He thought of the purple liquid that was injected into his body. It should be the thing that suppressed his magic mark ability.
"I don't know if it is permanent or time-limited." Dean thought in his heart. It was the first time he encountered such a magical drug that could make an abyss person lose his magic mark ability.
Squeak.
The door to the cell was pushed open, and the burly Boluo walked in. He snorted coldly, and in an instant, the entire noisy cell fell silent. The terrifying shadows in the cages trembled and stopped making a ruckus, curling up in the shadows. Only the young girl who was biting on the bars continued to growl, her pure black eyes filled with malevolence and brutality.
Boro looked at her and sighed. He walked along the aisle to the front of her cage and quietly looked at her.
The girl reached out from the cage. She was full of bloodthirst.
Boro stared for a moment and slowly turned his head to look at Dean: "You know the way to control the undead, don't you?"
Dean was silent and didn't deny it.
It wasn't that he didn't want to cover up the secret, but he couldn't. Although Boro looked rough on the outside but he was meticulous. He would be able to see through Aisha's abnormality on the way back. After all, Aisha followed him like a shadow. This was a strange thing in itself.
"Did you get this method from the empire or from the ruins?" Boro didn't directly ask about the method but asked about the source.
Dean stared at him: "Where is she?"
"She is very good." Boro looked at him meaningfully. "Without your control, she seems to be just a puppet."
"She's not a puppet." Dudian immediately corrected.
"I said it seems to be." Boro casually said.
"She is not!" Dean said in a deep voice.
Boro slightly frowned. There was a trace of understanding in his eyes: "Is she your lover? Or a relative? Well, I've seen a lot of people like you. In today's world, it's not uncommon to be infected with a virus. There will always be some people whose friends or relatives are infected with the virus, but they can't do anything about it. Even I can't change the people who are infected. "
At this point, a trace of pain flashed across the bottom of his eyes, but it was hidden very deeply and disappeared in a flash. Then, his expression returned to normal and continued: "However, you are the first person to be able to control someone infected by the virus. Even those despicable fools in the empire couldn't find a way. If you want to live a better life, you can tell me the method."
Dean was silent.
Boro also seemed to be very patient, quietly watching him, waiting.
After a moment, Dean slowly opened his mouth: "This method is not unusual. It's just that you were focused on drugs and research and didn't think of this aspect."
"Oh?" Boro was interested.
"Do you know about 'conditioned reflex'?" Dean didn't hide the method. Although it seemed that mastering this method was his trump card but he knew that even if he didn't say it, Boro had a way to make him confess. For example, using Aisha to coerce him or using drugs to destroy his willpower.
Although he thought that he was strong enough but the reality could often easily break his stubborn shell. Many strong-willed people bowed their heads in front of drug addiction.
"Conditioned reflex?"
Boro was startled but suddenly realized. He had studied biology for many years and naturally knew the most basic knowledge. At this moment he knew what was going on and couldn't help but laugh.
"I didn't expect that such a simple thing would be placed in front of us but everyone turned a blind eye to it. What a conditioned reflex … Haha …" Boro couldn't help but laugh. But his laughter was full of ridicule. Dean didn't know if he was laughing at himself or others.
When the laughter stopped, he looked at Dean with eyes full of appreciation, "Using conditioned reflex to control the Undead, you can really think of it. This training process must be extremely painful and difficult, right?"
"Fortunately." Dean didn't show any pride or joy. He calmly said: "Compared to your research, this is just superficial. I've heard about cloning before, but never seen it. I didn't expect you to put this rumor into practice, and be so successful. If you were still in the empire, with this achievement alone, it should be enough to surpass tens of thousands of people, second only to the seven kings."
Bo Luo raised an eyebrow, a cold smile on his face. "Even without this, I still stand above all others. Seven Kings? Heh, to think that I was also a king tier in the past, but … "At this point, he frowned as if he had thought of something unpleasant. He stopped talking and didn't continue.
Dean's pupils shrank as he listened to Boro's words. Once a king? Bolo was actually a King?!
Looking at Dean's incredulous look, Boro coldly snorted: "What's so strange about kings? They are just a group of cowards who are struggling to survive. What's ridiculous is that everyone thinks that they are great heroes. They worship and love them. They are willing to be driven around like cattle and horses. Ridiculous!" His face showed undisguised ridicule, disgust, and contempt.
Dean was startled. He was puzzled and asked, "Struggling to survive? They are the strongest existence among us humans. Do they need to be so humble? "
When Boluo heard his words, he sneered but didn't say anything more. He just said, "Seeing that you're honest, I'm telling you this. It's also a reward for telling me the method to control the undead. As for the other things, you don't need to know. It's not something you can come into contact with. It's useless even if you know. An ant has an ant's life. They don't know the immensity of the heavens and earth, they can still live happily every day. Why think so much?"
Dean was silent. In his heart, he wanted to say whether he was an ant or a dragon. How could he say it? However, when he thought about it, it seemed like it was really up to him. If he killed him now, he would really become an ant. An ant whose life was as worthless as grass in the wilderness. What was a mere abyss compared to the masses of living beings? It was just a star that had dimmed in the vast sea of stars. Who would notice it?
Dean put away his thoughts as he saw Boro was about to leave. He quickly stopped him: "Have you removed my magic marks? What kind of experiment are you going to use me for?"
"It's not removal. What's the use of having you removed?" Boro glanced at him: "But your current state is no different from having your magic marks removed. I advise you to be honest and don't try to escape. There are many traps here. Be careful not to lose your life." He turned and strode away.
Dean was disappointed that Boro didn't mention anything about the experiment. But he knew that Boro wouldn't tell him. After Boro left, Dean looked at Jason and Zaxit: "Did you hear that?"
The 'unconscious' Zaxi Te and Jason slowly sat up. Jason sighed and said, "It seems like we are really going to die here."
"This person was actually a king in the past!" Zaxi Te's eyes were still filled with shock, and he said with lingering fear, "We actually tried to kill a King. We were crazy!"
Jason laughed bitterly. He suddenly thought of something and said, "I seem to have heard that there was a king who betrayed the empire and escaped. Could it be him?"
Zaxi looked at him in astonishment. "Where did you hear that?"
"A wall lord." Jason didn't elaborate but sighed: "Now we can only resign ourselves to fate."
Zash's face was gloomy: "I should have followed Dana from the beginning. I wouldn't have been reduced to a prisoner."
Dean glanced at him and said in a cold voice: "The other side brought us here just to save trouble. The other side has already planned to use us as his test subjects."
"At least it's better than the current treatment." Zaxi angrily looked at him. He was angry with Dean but Dean's strength was higher than him so he could only swallow his anger and obey Dean. But at the moment they were prisoners so he wasn't afraid that Dean would attack him. Moreover Boro had said that they didn't have any combat effectiveness.
"Stupid!" Dean snorted.
"It's all your fault!" Zaxi Te gritted his teeth and looked at him.
"Enough!" Jason growled and stared at Zash: "What's the use of quarreling? Besides, Dudi is right. Didn't you see that the one in front of us is also his daughter? If he really has deep feelings for his daughter, he would have tortured us to death long ago. Even if there is value in keeping us alive for experiments, we can't avoid the torture. Living a life worse than death is unavoidable. If you want to blame something, blame it on us for fleeing in the first place! "
"Should we wait for death?"
"Aren't we going to die now?"
"Who knew that it would be like this?"
"Oh …"
Dean sat back in the depths of his cage and looked at his broken left leg. He slightly rubbed the scar. Previously he relied on the demonized blade to support his left leg. But now he had lost his demonized ability and became a cripple.
He often walked by the river until his shoes got wet.
Compared to other hunters who often left the giant wall to hunt, most of them retired with a crippled body. He had been around for so many years, but he only lost one leg today. He was lucky.
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