"Go back!" Yuan Qing repeated softly: "Is this the reason for your suicide?"

"What else?" The boy still had a strange and well-behaved smile on his lips, just like those "dolls" outside.

"Do you resent?" Yuan Qingwei asked another question.

The boy was silent for a moment, and finally he was uncertain: "Maybe there is!"

"Did you ever think about revenge?"

"No, or I dare not!" The boy naturally expressed his shortcomings: "Although I may resent them, I dare not resist in front of them. Because I have been tamed."

"Hey!" sighed, and Yuan Qingwei asked again: "If you have a chance, are you willing to take revenge?"

"Forget it!" The boy shook his head, Yuan Qing closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Then can you hit me?"

"What kind of strange request are you? How could someone ask someone to beat me?" The boy seemed a little surprised by Yuan Qingwei's request, and seemed a little repulsive.

Yuan Qingwei pulled him a few times, and the boy struggled and refused to do so. They pulled him one by one. Every time they pulled him, this light appeared in Yuan Qingwei's palm. After more than ten times, the boy's face became distorted, his eyes were sometimes clear and sharp, sometimes confused and confused, as if he was suffering.

Finally, when Yuan Qingwei pulled it again, he couldn't help but act. He swung it on Gong Yu's body with a trembling punch. As the surface of Yuan Qingwei's body, which was condensed with will, suddenly appeared like a stone falling into the water.

"Is this?" The boy suddenly felt the grief and anger and pain suppressed in his body. It seemed that after the punch was swung, he vented a lot. The dullness in his heart also eased, and he felt much more relaxed.

"Resistance is actually very simple, right?" Yuan Qingwei touched the boy's head.

"Yes!" The boy's eyes darkened, and then he was stunned for a while, as if sad and happy, and finally sorted out his clothes and bent down to thank Yuan Qingwei.

"I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble! Then, thank you for helping me like this!" After saying that, the boy turned into a little bit of fireflies and disappeared.

As the boy was freed, the dark space where his will was condensed began to collapse, and Yuan Qingwei's will gradually return to himself.

"It's true!" Sure enough, Yuan Qing shook his head slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

This child is actually very talented in spiritual awareness, so that he can still retain most of his reason after his death. With his instinctive fear, he gave up manipulation of the field, which made him not affected by too many thoughts. That is why he acted so dull, but he was also pitiful and sad. By the time he died, he had actually let go of his hatred for the "teacher" and his resentment for his parents, leaving only his annoyance of not being brave enough to resist in the past.

This kind of emotion is very difficult and belongs to a kind of self-condemnation. Therefore, one of the cores of the conclusion of the "repair factory" is the child's self-torture. Similarly, it means that as long as the child's heart is not untied, it will not be eradicated here.

To let the child vent his emotions, it is necessary to have a way or a method. This kind of thing is obviously not something Zhan Siyuan is good at. He probably saw this and did not forcefully break the constraints of the opening. Instead, he first found Yuan Qingwei trapped in it. On the one hand, he hoped that Yuan Qingwei would guide the child's emotions. On the other hand, he might also be worried whether the child's talent has inspired the power of the spiritual world, causing his emotions to mutate and affect himself.

Yuan Qingwei looked at the extra piece of stone-like thing in his hand, emitting a faint light, isolating the thoughts around him, making people feel at ease. But Yuan Qingwei couldn't help frowning. He looked up at his head, and re-suspended in the glazed light of Wanjia on top of his head. A trace of black aura appeared. This black aura was very strange, and it was connected to a certain force in the dark. As he swayed, he kept drawing wisps of power from the void, expanding and enhancing, and vaguely breaking free from the constraints of Wanjia's lights.

With a bent finger, he sent the glass cup of Wanjia into Qingwei Palace, suppressing it with the divine power of Qingwei Zhenren, and at the same time isolating the sensing of the spiritual world.

He turned to look at Zhan Siyuan not far away. At this time, the superintendent, Baihu, had already cut the man who had turned into a meat ball into a thousand pieces, and then waved his fingers around him. Countless children and the entire field began to collapse.

The male will at the core of the meat ball also has certain privileges as the actual master of the "repair factory". He realized that the boy was freed and began to struggle and constantly extracted the rolling thoughts around him.

Weakness, dependence, awe, obedience, anger, horror, grief, confusion, unwillingness, despair, hatred, all kinds of small and chaotic thoughts gathered around him, trying to make the entire field the foundation of his existence and ripen himself.

But how could Zhan Siyuan give him a chance? Waving his sword, a thick stream of blood and energy mixed with Guandi's divine power turned into a huge sword light that ran across the surrounding void. With the powerful force that Peimo could not control, he directly cut the man formed into meat paste.

And this time, there was another kind of divine power hidden in the sword light, which was almost changed in spring and autumn, and historical changes, so that after a desperate wail, the man turned into powder and ashes, leaving only a small puppet and a few slender filaments on the spot.

"The stones are your reward! I will take these two things!" Seeing the two things left behind, Zhan Siyuan also showed an unexpected look, and then immediately spoke, without giving Yuan Qing a small reaction time, and directly took away the two things on the ground.

Yuan Qingwei looked at the two things he took away, and felt a little painful.

As the master of Taiyi Temple, he also read the classics in the sect almost the same way, and he also has his own way of distinguishing various materials. If he read it correctly, the two things just now are very rare materials. Dolls are individual representatives of children who are controlled by fate, and can be used as the main material for making substitute puppets or external incarnations. Silk threads are probably things on the side of fate. Although they are full of twists and chaos, this kind of thing has always been something that all parties have tried to collect.
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