Chapter 915

The dungeon of Six Fan School had three floors. The lower they went, the colder it was and the more dangerous the prisoners were. There was no lack of bandits and murderous demons.

When Mengqi, Qi Zhengyan, Duan Rui, Arrester Wang, and the jailer stepped into the third floor, they immediately felt many eyes on them. Obviously, they were not ordinary people.

"Wang, I'll f * ck you. Let me out if you dare and fight me fair and square. What's the use of plotting and ambushing?" A rough voice cursed, and it was filled with rage and agitation. It caused the fine steel chains to clatter, and it shook the specially-made iron railings to the point of swaying.

Arrester Wang's expression did not change. He ordered the jailer, "Starve him for three days."

He turned his head and introduced to Mengqi, "This is the lone bandit Yuchi Gong. His Kung Fu is extraordinary. It took us a lot of effort to bring him down here. We plan to escort him to the capital after the New Year."

He was very proud of this. It was enough to prove his ability to take down a lone bandit who had repeatedly committed crimes but had not been caught. As for how he had caught him, it did not matter. He had never heard that an arrester would care about the method of catching a criminal!

Yuchi Gong's voice was loud and clear, shaking the entire third floor and causing dust to fall. He was eight feet tall and muscular. Even though his shoulder blades were pierced, the tendons of his hands and feet were torn, and his acupoints were sealed, he was still arrogant. He said maliciously, "Wang, you dog! If you let me escape, I'll kill your entire family and f * ck your mother!"

Arrester Wang ignored him and ordered the jailer again, "Three days is not enough. Starve him until he has no strength to speak. If that doesn't work, whip him 80 times."

Yuchi Gong's roar suppressed the noise of the other prisoners. He was like the prison tyrant of this floor.

The jailer nodded repeatedly. When they arrived at an empty cell, he took out the key, opened the iron door, and locked Duan Rui's hands and feet with fine steel chains.

"You need to hit your acupoints in about six hours." Mengqi reminded.

Arrester Wang did not want to stay in the cold, humid, and noisy environment, so he agreed and left. The jailer bowed. "Master Su, I will not disturb your interrogation. If you need anything, you can find me at the entrance of the third floor. You can even shout for me."

Seeing Arrester Wang and the jailer leave, Yuchi Gong immediately changed his target. He pointed at Mengqi and Qi Zhengyan and scolded, "Two immature brats. How dare you imitate interrogation? Judging from your attire, you are either from aristocratic families or sects. You are relying on your ancestors to please your lackeys. "

"Actually, heh, my subordinates are as sloppy as they can be. If I hadn't been locked up and met you on the road, I would have given you a good beating. If you brought a woman with you, I wouldn't hesitate to enjoy them. If I said I'd take your mother, I'd take your mother!"

His mouth was full of vulgarities, trying to provoke Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan into doing something irrational, such as opening the cell door to beat him up so that he could find a chance to escape.

Suddenly, Mengqi looked at him with a smile and said nothing. He just looked at him quietly.

Suddenly, the cursing Yuchi Gong heard a strong heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump, thump. The rhythm was strange. It seemed to resonate in the depths of his soul.

"What are you looking at? Do it if you dare! "Yuchi Gong continued to curse.

Thump, thump, thump, thump. The heartbeat became clearer. Yuchi Gong felt his heart beating with the rhythm. Opposite him, Mengqi was still smiling without saying a word.

"Timid as a mouse. Greasy face. One look and I know you are a brat who sells his ass …" Thump, thump, thump, thump. The heartbeat became faster. Yuchi Gong felt blood rushing to his head. His head was swollen and he could not continue.

Thump, thump, thump, thump. The heartbeat was beyond Yuchi Gong's tolerance. He felt dizzy and his eyes were red. He felt like his heart would explode at any moment.

He took a few steps back and suddenly sat on the ground. His face was flushed and he was panting. He felt like he could die at any moment.

The brat in front of him was too strange!

He was like an evil spirit!

What kind of Kung Fu was this?

"Senior Brother Qi, please watch the door for me." Mengqi calmed his heartbeat and smiled.

He had read a martial arts novel before. There was a devil who could use his own heartbeat to control other people's heartbeats, causing them to die inexplicably. It was very cool. So he took the opportunity of the three-month retreat to ask Ruan Yushu for advice. Ruan Yushu's first performance was to control other people's heartbeats with his music. So Mengqi had long thought of this, but he did not have enough time or strength to ask for advice.

Ruan Yushu generously told Meng Qi about the technique and Dharma Access as long as it did not involve the specific sound of the zither. Meng Qi also practiced the Eight Nine Mysteries, so he had strong control over every part of his body, including his heart. Thus, he finally managed to copy a similar Dharma Access. It was not a particularly powerful method, but it could be used for assassination or to scare people. The main purpose was to relax and entertain oneself.

Qi Zhengyan still had the same expressionless face. He nodded and said, "Okay."

He held the Dragon Stripe Golden Sword and looked around the cell.

The prisoners around them all quietened down. Yuchi Gong, who was one of the strongest and unruly among them, had been reduced to such a sorry state. Yuchi Gong had not made a move and was only watching quietly. It was better for them to keep a low profile!

What kind of strange method was this?

He defeated Yuchi Gong without saying a word or moving!

In the silence, Mengqi stepped into the cell and stood in front of Duan Rui. "If you want to cure the Soul-dissociating Syndrome, you have to figure out what happened."

Taoist Primogenitor, please forgive me for lying to this child, but I will find a famous doctor for him!

"Master Su, please ask." Duan Rui said expectantly.

Mengqi first asked in a roundabout way, "When did you first feel the Soul-dissociating Syndrome?"

Duan Rui thought carefully. "It should be when my adoptive father went crazy and became a beggar. It was not serious at first, but because I was bullied many times, it was' evil spirit revenge '."

"What is your adoptive father's background?" Mengqi asked.

Duan Rui said blankly, "My adoptive father is my adoptive father."

"When did you meet your adoptive father?" Mengqi asked straightforwardly.

"Ten days before the demon went out of control, I found an injured old man in a hidden place outside the village. I helped him bandage his wounds and stop his bleeding. When he woke up, he didn't want to see anyone, so he hid in a nearby cave. I often brought him mountain herbs and listened to his anecdotes about Jianghu. I was very happy. Later, he recovered from his injuries and thanked me for saving his life. He took me in as his foster son and taught me a set of skills to strengthen my body. He has always been very good to me, like I'm his own child."

Well, Duan Rui really did not have the strength to go deep into the back of the mountain. If he had learned the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, someone must have brought it out. Was his adoptive father a giant who practiced poison in the poison pool in the back of the mountain? It seemed that the demon lost control was not that simple … Mengqi remained calm and continued to ask, "What characteristics does your adoptive father have?"

"My adoptive father has very light eyebrows and a thin face. He is about 40 or 50 years old and his hair is messy …" Duan Rui described carefully.

Without any obvious characteristics, Mengqi really could not outline his appearance and guess his identity with words alone. He changed the topic and asked, "Other than that, did your adoptive father teach you other skills or give you anything else?"

"No," Duan Rui answered affirmatively.

Mengqi frowned and said, "Did your adoptive father practice that set of skills to strengthen his body?"

"Yes, he practiced it every night," Duan Rui answered affirmatively.

Mengqi took a light breath. "Did your adoptive father go crazy later?"

Duan Rui's gaze froze and his expression was full of shock. His adoptive father who practiced the skills to strengthen his body went crazy, and he himself also got the Soul-dissociating Syndrome and was close to going crazy. Could it be because of it?

Although there were only two samples and he could not make a judgment, Mengqi still went with the flow and said, "It seems that the cause of the Soul-dissociating Syndrome is related to this set of skills to strengthen your body. You have to stop for now and see if there are any effects."

"Yes, I will do it," Duan Rui answered quickly. He was relieved to find the source.

Mengqi thought for a moment and said, "If you want to cure the Soul-dissociating Syndrome, you most likely have to start with this set of skills. Why don't you practice it and let me see if there are any problems?"

He was very curious about this. Was it not the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture? The Shaolin Temple had been established for so many years and there were countless eminent monks who practiced the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, but he had never heard of anyone going crazy.

Duan Rui was in a hurry to cure the disease and it was just a set of ordinary skills to strengthen his body, so he did not keep it a secret. He lay down and curled up into a ball with his hands on his lower abdomen and his legs against his chest in a strange posture. His breathing became slow and long.

Mengqi released his Will-projecting and cleared his mind. He vaguely reflected the flow path of Duan Rui's genuine Qi, observing its changes and peeking at its core.

"It looks like a Buddhist Zen skill …" Mengqi tried hard to remember the flow path and the speed of the genuine Qi. Duan Rui did not have any intention of hiding it.

After practicing one cycle, Duan Rui changed the posture. In the end, he made a total of nine postures, all of which were strange and peculiar. The more he practiced, the stranger Mengqi felt. It was as if he was becoming more and more incomplete and sinister.

"Phew …" Duan Rui exhaled and looked at Mengqi eagerly. "Young Master Su, my adoptive father said that the order of practicing the posture can't be wrong, or else I will go crazy. Could it be that the order that he always thought was right is wrong?"

"That's possible. Repeat the Qi flow path of the posture again." Mengqi wanted to verify what he had sensed, and he could also see if Duan Rui was lying.

Duan Rui answered honestly and matched the flow path of the genuine Qi that Mengqi had reflected.

He asked a few questions from time to time and Duan Rui answered fluently. It matched the state of his practice and did not seem like he was lying.

After memorizing the nine postures, Mengqi said, "These nine postures are extraordinary on their own, but if they are practiced together, they will feel incomplete and mysterious. Therefore, it might really be a problem with the order. Stop practicing for now and forget it. I will find a famous doctor to treat your Soul-dissociating Syndrome with medicine and needles. Once the 'evil spirit' is separated from its roots, it will not be difficult to control."

"Thank you, Young Master Su." Mengqi said the same thing as his adoptive father, so Duan Rui believed it without a doubt.

After that, Mengqi and Qi Zhengyan left and sincerely helped Duan Rui find a famous doctor to treat his Soul-dissociating Syndrome.

At night, when it was time to seal Duan Rui's acupoints, the jailer opened the iron door.

"Soul-dissociating Syndrome, I really can't tell …" The jailer was also a good worker. He muttered and squatted down to seal Duan Rui's acupoints.

At this moment, Duan Rui suddenly raised his head. His eyes were deep and dark, and looked dark from afar. He opened his mouth and spat on the jailer's face.

"Damn it …" The jailer had just cursed when he collapsed with a scream. His face made a sizzling sound and within a few breaths, he had lost all signs of life. His body was completely black and his face was covered in traces of corrosion.

Duan Rui pulled the jailer over and found the key. He unlocked the steel chains and stretched his muscles before walking out of the cell. "You want to get rid of 'me'? Damn it!"

"Brother, we are all in the same boat. Please help us get out of trouble and we will be greatly rewarded!" Yuchi Gong was overjoyed.

Duan Rui looked at him coldly, his almost black eyes devoid of any emotion. He then slowly approached.

Yuchi Gong was stunned at first, then his hair stood on end. He had a premonition of danger and hurriedly shouted,

"Don't, don't come over!"

"Help!"

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