Whoosh.
The Psychic Needle instantly pierced into Old Pan's brain.
From a different angle.
Old Pan was in a completely different position.
Irin couldn't help but sigh inwardly. After the increase in Dexterity, his aim had also improved a lot. At the very least, Irin himself believed that there wasn't too much error in his aim.
The only variable was …
The Psychic Needle was slightly thicker.
The arc of the Psychic Needle was also slightly bent.
There was even a faint snake-like movement.
It wasn't that Irin didn't want to make the Psychic Needle thinner and straighter.
It was because with Irin's current Spirit attribute, he couldn't do it better.
So … I'm sorry!
Old Pan!
Whoosh!
How could Old Pan not guess that he had accidentally boarded Irin's pirate ship again?
"F * ck!"
Old Pan cursed and subconsciously took out a stick, glancing at Irin.
Of course, he didn't take out the stick to hit Irin's head. It was just a subconscious action out of habit.
Run!
If he didn't run, he wouldn't be human!
Whoosh —
“？？？”
As soon as Old Pan lifted his legs, he was shocked to find that his legs had inexplicably turned into someone else's legs. In an instant, he burst out with extraordinary speed, but the speed of his upper body was completely different from the lower body. Old Pan, who was dumbfounded, was immediately dragged by his "two legs," and his upper body was almost stuck to the ground in an instant!
The next second.
Old Pan's "two legs" accelerated and slammed directly into the wall of the secret room.
Bang —
Smack, smack.
Clang.
Two streams of blood slowly flowed out of Old Pan's nostrils.
Old Pan looked up at the sky, completely unable to understand what Irin had done to him.
Irin ignored Old Pan, who was lying on the ground with a nosebleed. He closed his eyes and calculated the deviation of the parts stimulated by the Psychic Needle. Then, he silently continued to record in his notebook.
Then, while condensing the third Psychic Needle, he wrote "Round. 3" in his notebook.
"Round 3."
Psychic Needle! He started walking again!
Expressionless, Old Pan stepped on his right foot with his left foot and spun in circles.
Smack.
His face was on the ground again.
Round.4。
Whoosh!
Old Pan ran around the secret room "happily".
Suddenly, the rhythm of Old Pan's left leg changed. Lifting it up into the air, Old Pan expressionlessly did a backflip on the spot and rolled towards the wall like a wheel.
Ka ka ka ka ka —
Bang!
Dong.
Round.5。
"…"
Round.6。
“？？？”
Round.7。
"What the f * ck … Ahhhhh?"
Bang!!
"…"
…
…
After a while.
Irin was panting and sweating.
Old Pan was also panting, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Irin's notebook was filled with all kinds of data.
Of course, it wasn't very professional, but it was fine as long as he could understand it.
In another timeline.
Irin had once accidentally obtained a so-called ancient martial arts manual. To be precise, it was a lost secret technique.
"Golden Needle Acupuncture, Reversal of Heaven and Earth."
However, in that timeline, Irin was a pure spiritual apostle. When he accidentally obtained this secret technique, he was very interested in the secret technique that used ancient golden needles to stimulate specific parts of the brain to stimulate the human body's potential.
Of course, in that era, the "Nine Needles" had been lost.
However, through various experiments, Irin actually managed to find a set of secret techniques that were similar to the "Golden Needle Acupuncture, Reversal of Heaven and Earth."
As for the contents of the experiment and the experimental subjects, it wasn't important.
As for golden needles … Irin didn't have any.
Therefore, Irin used psychokinesis to create "Psychic Needles."
The difference between Psychic Needles and golden needles was that Psychic Needles were essentially "needles" formed by psychokinesis.
However, what Irin didn't expect was that through various experiments, he found that Psychic Needles were more effective, more ferocious, and faster than golden needles.
The brain was an extremely mysterious organ. If he hadn't fully tested it on other people, Irin wouldn't have dared to use needles on himself.
Moreover, there was another benefit to Psychic Needles.
Psychic Needles didn't have a physical body, so after Psychic Needles stimulated one's potential, there wouldn't be any "needle holes" left in the brain. In other words, there would be almost no sequelae.
Irin summarized the results of the experiment on Old Pan.
He smiled slightly.
At this moment, Old Pan had been tortured to the point where he was half-dead.
His health was at 56%.
He was really half-dead.
This was all thanks to Irin taking a short break midway, allowing Old Pan to recover his health.
"Huff, huff, huff …" Old Pan saw Irin stop the "experiment" and glanced at Irin expressionlessly. "Are, are you done?"
In an instant.
Old Pan was still not used to it.
Irin chuckled and closed the little book.
"Almost. Didn't you notice that your body has basically become more coordinated after the last few tries?"
"Hmm?"
Old Pan was suddenly awakened by Irin's words.
It seemed like … it was true!
"Then …"
Thinking of this, Old Pan's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation. He wanted to say something but stopped.
"Let's take a break first."
Irin closed his eyes.
He silently recovered his Psionic Energy Value.
At the same time, he was thinking.
With his current Spirit attribute, the duration of the "Psychic Needle" was still too short.
But as one of his trump cards, it was just right.
After all, the consumption was not high.
But if he wanted to increase the power … Irin suddenly thought of his physique.
— Dionysus Factor.
This was a self-healing ability that he had never obtained in his "previous life."
Hmm?
An idea flashed through Irin's mind. Since his physical fitness was far better than before, perhaps he could increase the power of the "Activation" by another notch. Perhaps he could obtain double the happiness?
With this thought in mind.
Irin subconsciously glanced at Old Pan's forehead again.
He was hesitating whether to let Old Pan experience "double the happiness."
Old Pan was stared at by Irin's inexplicable gaze. His eyes were clearly calm and peaceful, but for some reason, Old Pan inexplicably shivered.
Forget it.
In the end, Irin decided to give up on trying "double the happiness" on Old Pan.
He was really afraid that if things went wrong, something bad would happen to Old Pan's body.
It was one thing to set Old Pan up, but if he set Old Pan up and really affected their relationship, the gains would not make up for the losses.
It seemed that some physical therapy techniques had to be experienced personally.
To be honest, after strengthening his body with the "Dionysus Factor," Irin's body was far more suitable for torture than Old Pan's.
Moreover …
Irin seemed to have accidentally developed a new method of "Psychic Needle Therapy" as he repeatedly inserted needles into Old Pan's forehead.
Perhaps … it could be used as a control skill?
But compared to [Entanglement of Calamity], there were too many shortcomings if he wanted to insert the Psychic Needle into other people's heads.
First, distance.
No enemy would take the initiative to stick their head out like Old Pan.
Second, the price-performance ratio was not high.
If the distance between the two parties was so close that he could casually touch the dog's head, wouldn't he just kill it?
Why did he have to use two needles to waste Psionic Energy Value?
This was a little useless.
But it might be useful in certain special situations.
Irin lowered his head and glanced at Pan Xiaozheng, whose face was bruised and swollen from the torment at his feet.
He was even more certain.
Yes, it would definitely be useful in certain special situations. He was certain.
Half an hour later.
Old Pan was still lying on the ground, too lazy to get up.
He was afraid that he would be tossed and turned again later, so he might as well lie down and enjoy it. It would be more enjoyable.
Irin's Spiritual Energy Value had almost recovered, and at this moment, he skillfully condensed another Psychic Needle.
After a few experiments, Irin had a rough understanding of how much the Psychic Needle on his fingertip deviated from the standard standard in order to display the effect it should have.
As the saying went … true knowledge came from experimentation.
"Don't move!"
Irin laughed.
Old Pan, however, closed his eyes in resignation.
In fact, Irin had a rough idea of how to find Pan Zhengyi, but Irin dared not guarantee that it would be effective.
Just like how NT-046 could suppress Pan Zhengyi, if he thought about it in reverse and used the Psychic Needle to stimulate Pan Zhengyi's brain in an instant, causing Pan Zhengyi's brain to become active in a short period of time, he wondered if it would be able to "awaken" Pan Zhengyi.
Since Pan Zhengyi's "storage space" was still there, it meant that "Pan Zhengyi" was definitely still in this body. It was just that "Pan Xiaozheng" did not have the authority to open it.
Irin did not hesitate.
He aimed at a certain acupoint, and in an instant, the Psychic Needle … GO!
Swoosh!
Apart from Irin, Pan Xiaozheng could not see a tiny Psychic Needle at all. In an instant, it sank into Old Pan's forehead.
Suddenly.
Old Pan's eyes widened and protruded.
In the next second, his eyes, which were 70% helpless and 30% heroic, were instantly filled with confusion.
"It didn't work?"
Irin was now full of Psionic Energy Value. He hesitated whether he should take advantage of the fact that the first Psychic Needle had not disappeared to shoot another one and let Old Pan experience double the joy.
But.
A few seconds passed.
Old Pan suddenly bounced up from the ground.
"Hehehehe —"
Old Pan suddenly laughed sinisterly. His laughter became more and more neurotic and perverted.
He suddenly looked at Irin.
There was a hint of madness in his eyes that Irin found familiar.
"Yo! Young man! Long time no see ~ "
"Climbing the mountain? I brought a camera — "
Success!
Hearing this familiar tone and those inexplicable lines, Irin knew.
Pan Zhengyi … was back on the account!
But before Pan Zhengyi could finish his sentence, he stopped abruptly. He suddenly clutched his chest in pain, cold sweat dripping down.
So fast?
Irin did not have the time to catch up with Pan Zhengyi, whom he had not seen for a long time.
After the sharp pain from the Brand of Death, Pan Zhengyi actually laughed strangely. Without stopping, he disappeared in front of Irin in the blink of an eye.
This sudden disappearance.
Irin could not help but be slightly stunned.
Then, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. "You really came and left in a hurry."
There was still one minute left.
He didn't know if Pan Zhengyi would be able to survive this trial after not logging on for so long.
Fortunately, not long ago, Pan Xiaozheng had put away the rod. At least he still had a handy weapon.
"Next …"
Irin condensed another Psychic Needle.
Tossing and turning on Old Pan's body, if he didn't end up using it on himself, then it would have been a waste of effort.
Irin spread his perception.
Under the perception of psychokinesis, his positioning was more accurate.
There could be some harmless deviations when it came to Old Pan, but definitely not when it came to himself.
There was no reason.
Irin carefully positioned himself. The Psychic Needle had already been condensed on his fingertips and was ready to be used.
Six seconds later.
Irin finally made up his mind.
He raised the Psychic Needle and stabbed it into his forehead.
“？”
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