God level hypnotist

After saying this, the monsters didn't understand for a moment, they looked at each other in blank amazement.

Only No. 013 raccoon demon flashed an unknown expression in his eyes.

"I'll ask you again, to be honest." The corners of Meng Heng's mouth twitched slightly, but the smile disappeared from his eyes.

The raccoon's hand quietly clenched into a fist.

For so many days, he had had enough. Not only was he forced to go up the mountain to eat grass every day, but he was also forbidden to use spiritual power. The so-called "running exercise" is actually torturing them in disguise to vent their personal anger.

When did these monsters experience such torture?

He really couldn't bear it, and missed the taste of human flesh like crazy, so he ran to the back alley with the boy on his back, killed an unattended beggar, and feasted on him.

But now that he has been discovered, he can only...

The raccoon raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the smiling young man in front of him, secretly clenched his fists buried in his sleeves, and a desperate look flashed across the corners of his eyes.

"This is the truth." He said obediently, but he paused at this point, his tone changed suddenly, and the fists buried in his sleeves suddenly turned into sharp claws, attacking the boy.

"Die!" The raccoon squeezed out the words between his teeth, and glared at the boy involuntarily.

Meng Heng still had a calm smile on his face.But the gentleness in those eyes disappeared in an instant.

The gloom and tumbling waves filled the sky, and the originally clear and clean eyes seemed to open a bottomless abyss, pulling the other party down tightly.

But for a moment, the raccoon was already dumbstruck, unable to resist.

However, Meng Heng frowned imperceptibly.

Just at the moment when the operation was performed, he felt the familiar extreme cold pain again, and this time it was accompanied by the faintly growing warm breath, but the intertwining of these two breaths made the pain even stronger Several times, he had to use all his will to resist it.

Meng Heng gritted his teeth fiercely, and the nails in the middle of his clenched hands dug into the flesh.

He suppressed the smile on his face, moved his lips, and said two words lightly: "Squat down."

The raccoon could not help but obey the boy's instructions.

"Stand up." Meng Heng continued.

The raccoon obediently straightened up.

"Okay, very good." Meng Heng smiled, and said: "Squat down - stand up - squat down - stand up... Repeat this, don't stop without my order."

After a few words from the young man, the raccoon, who was still on the verge of dreadlocks, turned out to be like a doll, mechanically repeating the movement of squatting, standing up, squatting down and standing up again.

All the people present stared at the scene in front of them with dumbfounded expressions.

Standing in the middle of this group of monsters with arms folded, Meng Heng said in a deep voice: "As you can see, this new form of exercise is called 'squatting'. If you are interested, I don't mind you doing it with him."

The goblins shook their heads in unison.

"Since this is the case, I hope everyone will take this as a warning..." Meng Heng wanted to say something else, but the severe pain suddenly hit the sky and covered the sky, and he felt like thousands of ants were biting in his heart, making him unable to stop. didn't stop.

The young man closed his eyes, and said softly, "Let's all go away."

The goblins dispersed happily.

Meng Heng's face became paler, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead at some point.

He stayed in place for a long time, but he felt dizzy and overwhelmed, and finally fell to the ground, his limbs curled up involuntarily.

However, the moment he fell to the ground, his body inadvertently knocked over a celadon vase beside him, and the vase was smashed to pieces. The sharp pieces of broken porcelain scratched the white palm of the young man, and blood gushed out.

At this moment, the boy seemed to smell something delicious, and his eyes burst out with fanatical desire.

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Meng Heng's face was a little cloudy and uncertain, his emotions were rarely so ups and downs, but the previous scene did bring him quite a shock.

He just drank his own blood.

I thought it would make him sick, but it turned out to be like a fine liquid, almost making him lose control of his emotions.

Even, with the influx of this blood, the pain that was rolling in the body gradually disappeared, and at the same time, the body became extraordinarily light.

Thinking of this, Meng Heng's expression became more serious.

Although he had already noticed that the original owner's physique seemed abnormal, he did not expect this to be the case.

Bloodthirsty, moreover his own blood.

He has faced blood before, but he has never had such a desire, but combined with the situation just now, it can be speculated that there are two situations.

One, he would only have the bloodthirsty impulse when the pain hit his body; two, only his own blood could arouse his bloodthirsty impulse.

A gloomy smile appeared on Meng Heng's face.

He is a hypnotist and has seen all kinds of strange images that ordinary people cannot see.For example, some people think that they are aliens left on the earth by mistake, and they will always do some strange experiments on themselves; some people think that their physique is different from ordinary people, and they often draw their own blood for research...

That is a spiritual hell that ordinary people cannot understand.

He didn't expect that one day he would set foot in it.

The corners of Meng Heng's mouth twitched playfully.

If there is hell in front of him, he will have to compete with the karmic fire of that hell; if there is only a shallow hook in front of him, he only needs to step on it with disdain, that's all.

He sat up from the couch, shook his slightly wrinkled sleeves, stepped over the blood-stained broken porcelain, and walked out the door.

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The last accident was like a small episode, passing silently through the flowing days, without leaving any traces.

Meng Heng looked at the name card in his hand and frowned.

Chen Ping, the prison secretary of Shuntian Mansion.

This was already the fourth day in a row that Chen Ping had handed him a name card, and it seemed unreasonable to evade it.

Counting the days, the date of the family banquet written on the name post seems to be today.

"Xiao Luo, bring the carriage." He said to Luo Yun who was waiting for orders.Luo Yun responded, and ran away briskly, looking quite happy.

Chen Ping wanted to invite him to celebrate the birthday of Lord Yin of Shuntian Prefecture.

It is impossible for a high-ranking official of Shuntian Prefecture Governor's level to personally write an invitation letter to invite a person from the rivers and lakes to attend his birthday family banquet, so he asked Chen Ping to invite Meng Heng in his own name.

For this point, Meng Heng can still see through the psychology of the upper class.

Even so, he didn't have much interest in these social gatherings.

In the field of hypnosis, he has always relied on his own strength. This has been the case in the past, and it will be more so in the future.

But as for Chen Ping himself, he still has a little kindness towards himself. Meng Heng remembers this kind of favor, so he can't take too much face off of him.

Thinking of this, Meng Heng got up and went to the East Wing, which he used as a research room.

It was the morning at this time, and the sun was shining from the east. As soon as the door was opened, there was a fragrant and warm breath.

In the east wing, there are all kinds of medicinal herbs collected from the mountains by the fairies.In addition to the contiguous calamus that has been planted today, there are also shouwu vines, autumn tuckahoe and so on. Among them are some herbs. Get twice the result with half the effort.

He took out an exquisite small wooden box from the side cabinet, picked up some capsules that can soothe the nerves and concentrate energy, and put them in the wooden box. After thinking about it, he found a sachet that he made when he was free on weekdays. Put it in the cuff, then close the door and leave.

Afterwards, he went back to the dormitory and changed into some more formal clothes, then called Shang Luo Yun, and went out in a carriage.

Unexpectedly, on the way, he met Chen Ping who was rushing to Cuiwei Forest Garden.

The young man reined in his horse outside and exclaimed: "Hey, isn't this Xiao Luo!" Then he asked in surprise: "I knew that Brother Meng would definitely come! Xiao Luo, is Doctor Meng inside?"

But Luo Yun, who was driving the carriage, didn't wait for an answer, when he heard a clear and pleasant voice coming from the carriage, "Brother Chen Ping invited me, I dare not not come."

Chen Ping couldn't help laughing.

The young man is always like this. Since the day he met him on the street, he has always acted calmly. It is the same when trying a case, when the situation is different, when rejecting people, and now.

The words were perfectly matched, very respectful and cautious, but if there was no pointless attitude in the tone that made people itch with hatred, the words would be much more believable.

Chen Ping lifted the curtain of the carriage and jumped in. After stabilizing his figure, he was taken aback when he looked at the boy.

The curtain of the carriage was rolled up, and the sunlight from outside shone in, showering the boy all over.

The young man was dressed in a water-blue brocade robe, which made the already pale face extremely fair. His black hair was tied up high, and he was tied with a moon-white Hetian jade crown, which added a little bit of aura to the young man. Very warm and quiet.

It was rare for Chen Ping to see a boy dressed like this. He blinked a few times, laughed, patted the boy's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. Brother Meng, you are much more handsome than usual when you dress up like this!"

Meng Heng cast a sideways glance at the young man, dodged the hands on his shoulders indistinctly, and said indifferently: "To congratulate Mr. Fu Yin on his birthday, we must not be rude."

"Well, that's right." Chen Ping withdrew his hand in embarrassment, glanced at the exquisite wooden box beside Meng Heng, his eyes lit up, and asked quickly: "Little brother Meng, what is this? But a congratulatory gift for Mr. Fu Yin?"