Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

They crossed a square isolated by barbed wire, as if it were a clear labyrinth, where many patients in blue striped disease-coats were sunbathing, all wearing metal rings on their wrists, ankles and necks, and many sensory patches on their heads to output their brainwave data at all times.

The vast majority of patients are fairly calm, bathed in the warm, roasty sun, quietly looking out over the almost black ocean.

There are also a small number of patients with deep eye sockets, swollen eyes, chatter, spinning circles, and measuring their neighbors with no bad intentions - most of them isolated by barbed wire and enjoying a single room treatment.

Seeing Li Yao and Longyang cross the channel in the middle of the transparent maze, some patients remain motionless, continue to quietly look at the sea, and some patients vaguely say something to them, and even some patients seem to be picking on the barbed wire, making a strange laugh and a low howl at them.

They're like a zoo that's been out of repair for a long time, and the cages on both sides are hungry beasts for three days and three nights.

“Are these the Allies? ”

Li Yao whispered to Longyang Jun.

“No, they're ordinary psychopaths. ”

Long Yangjun laughed himself, “But the psychopaths who will be sent to Dean Zhuge can't even talk about 'normal’. Most of them are poor, evil murderers, evil and unforgiving maniacs, dehumanizing beasts, and the crimes committed are not just simple killings - at least kill dozens of serial killers with one breath, without changing their colours. The animals killed by the elders and children, or the lunatics who poisoned all the children of an elementary school without any psychological burden, are eligible to be held here. They are real scum, outright scum, demons in human skin, deformities on the human level and apes. Anyway, you don't have to bear any psychological burden. If you read the file documenting their tired crimes, you would have used ten times more brutal than Dean Zhuge. The means to treat them.

“Again, sometimes I quite like these psychopaths - normal people are bound by social and moral constraints and tend to hide and even distort the most real side of themselves. The cultivators have the morality of the cultivators, the cultivators have the morality of the cultivators, and everyone wears a fake mask on their minds, although the pattern on the mask is slightly different.

“Only these psychopaths, the ones who were eroded by extraterritorial celestial demons and freed their deepest inner hearts, could bloom unreservedly and wantonly, presenting the purest, most fundamental aspect of humanity, and if" mending "is the search for the true self, these guys, perhaps, would have found their ‘real’ long ago.

“Do you believe that the solar storm caused by Wu Yingqi ravaged the entire extreme celestial realm, and most of the places on Starscream were affected. The impact here at the Third Research Institute, whether mental patients or doctors, was minimal, and many of the worst patients, even if directly exposed to ‘brainwashing light waves’, were no different.

“Once a man dies, he will not die again, the collapsed tall building can not collapse again, the patient with a complete mental breakdown, probably can not be brainwashed again?

“Controlling these psychopaths and the Allies together is the biggest feature of the third institute - we often say that the Allies are a group of inhumane lunatics who have difficulty studying them directly, so find another group of relatively easy, inhumane lunatics who put the two groups together to study their very subtle similarities and explore the mystery of the Allies through a 'reference' such as the ‘psychopath', which is how Dean Zhuge did it. ”

Under the guidance of Longyang Jun, Li Yao finally met Zhuge Jinglun, an expert in the spiritual field living on a hidden island.

Zhuge Jinglan perfectly fits the image of the kind of "research lunatic” he imagined. His hair fluttering like a bird's nest was even worse than Li Yao's. He was covered with all kinds of suspicious stains and liquids on a dirty white coat. I didn't know that he didn't seriously wash his face for a few days. There was dark dirt hidden in every pleat on his face. At least three or four different colored pens were clamped behind his ears. When he smiled, his mouth split to the ear root, and there was no difference from those who studied outside.

He's the kind of "deafening out the window," the most typical researcher, no matter how the situation changes out there, who the leader changes to, even yesterday's grand pageant to the whole Starscream, has nothing to do with half a dime.

The name "Black Wind King, Vulture Li Yao”, now the whole empire is like Lei Guang-ear, but Longyang King introduced Li Yao to him, he also simply said “Black Wind King”, rubbing his hands around, I don't know what to say.

He and Longyang Jun still have a little hot contact point, maybe because after Longyang Jun took over the power of the Demon Hunter Association for the second time, he sent him constant research funding and “samples”. When he saw Longyang Jun, he just glanced at Li Yao and left this "Black Wind King” aside: “Oriental President, you are just in time, we have just completed the latest version of" Spiritual Test "improvement, the accuracy rate is more than 2.5 percent higher than the old version, should we take a look? ”

The divine appearance is quite like a big boy who invented a new game.

“A new generation of 'Spiritual Tests', of course. ”

Longyang jun coughed dry, sweeping Li Yao, some embarrassment, “However, Dean Zhuge, I told you last time, 'Oriental Ming Moon’ is the false name I entered inside the traitor, my real name is Longyang jun, you can still call me 'Chairman Long’.

“Okay, Chairman Oriental, Longyang Jun, right, I remember Chairman Oriental. ”

Zhuge Jinglan was excited to rub his hands straight, “This way please, Chairman Oriental, and the Black Wind King! ”

Li Yao and Longyang looked at each other and followed Zhuge Jinglan into the underground three floors, “Lingtu Test Area”.

The Allies are bound by the "best way” and do not themselves have a desire, but, in order to infiltrate the empire, lurk and operate in a normal human society, they can simulate unique emotions.

The Spiritual Test, which is the field of spiritual research, is a means of identifying "real emotions” and “virtual emotions”, and is arguably the last line of defense for the infiltration of imperial defense alliance spies.

Over the centuries, the Allies have improved their emotional simulation techniques over and over again, successfully deceiving generations of spiritual testing.

The Empire is also constantly upgrading the ways and contents of spiritual testing, striving to be more acute, more complex, more precise, and able to extract the saint allies hidden among normal people through extremely subtle differences.

This is "Magic Height One Foot, Dow Height One Journey”.

Zhuge Jinglan took Li Yao and Longyang Jun to a one-way transparent landing mirror, which was a narrow testing room with wide metal tables on both sides, seated researchers and testers respectively.

The researcher is a gentle young man with a smile on his face and a good feeling at first glance.

The tester, however, is a middle-aged man with a bad nose and a beer belly, who is not a good person at first glance.

The researchers attentively tapped the miniature crystalline brain and from time to time raised their heads and smiled at the tester, making it look both well-trained and humane.

Instead, the tester was securely tied to the seat by a flexible metal strip, agitated, restless, deeply depressed eye socket, with a beastly glow from time to time, and a "snoring" sound deep in his throat.

And the metal table between the two of them is actually a huge flat screen, flowing with a swirling abstract pattern, constantly changing, presenting the most gorgeous and ever-changing posture.

The speckled light projected onto the researchers and testers, as well as the cold walls and snowy ceilings surrounding them, mapping the tiny lab into the mental patient's ventricles.

These colorful shadows of light are called "spiritual diagrams."

“Sorry, I can't cancel these… messy spots. ”

The researcher finally knocked the last symbol on the miniature crystal brain, rubbing his neck with great success, smiling with apology at the tester, "Don't shake your eyes, tell me, what do you think they look like, what do they look like? ”

“What the fuck does that mean? ”

The tester was like a beast trapped in a trap, shrunk around his neck, and said with vigilance, "The test is on, and it's part of the test, I have to say, hmm? ”

“No, no, no. Relax, relax, relax. It's just--”

The researcher stepped in, “It's just a routine test, you know we're the best sanatorium in the empire, and you're lucky you couldn't have been transferred here for the crimes you committed, but we have to make sure you don't hurt anyone else, so...

“You see, I don't know exactly what these spots and patterns are, but they're made by people who think they're smart, and the only purpose is probably to prove that they're smart, and my job is to sit here every day, face all sorts of people, turn on the switch, ask you some questions, and then you go enjoy the sun and the ocean, and I come home from work, and that's it, routine, so let's get this over with, all the way, okay? Relax, take a deep breath, relax, start answering officially, okay? ”

The tester muttered again, reluctantly nodding his head.

The researcher smiled and opened a miniature magic treasure on the table, which looked like a mixture of magnifying and scoping glasses through which the tester could clearly see the rapidly shivering eye, as well as the reflections in the blood filament and pupils on the eye.

“What is this, what the fuck is this! ”

The tester got nervous again.

“Relax, relax, it's just a... insignificant gadget. I've been sitting in this room for three years and never cared what it really is. Forget it. Let's get started, okay? ”

The researcher cleared his voice and said, “First question, imagine, what would you do if you accidentally lifted your arm and found a green wasp on the back of your hand? ”