pertwk Chapter 2322 Ziyang's Inner Demon
Chapter 2322 Ziyang's Inner Demon
Chapter 2322 Ziyang's Inner Demon
But this is exactly what Nie Xiaolou wanted. As a spy, whether she liked it or not, she has now been forced to lower her guard.
This was already a sealed room, so there was no need to open the doors or windows. Nie Xiaolou first carefully set up three layers of protective barriers, then took out a magic gourd from his robes.
Most other gourd ritual implements are decorated with red talismans, but this one is multicolored, with at least red, blue, green, black, and gold, giving it a casual and aesthetically pleasing feel, like street graffiti.
Nie Xiaolou pulled out the stopper, and a plume of black smoke immediately billowed out of the gourd.
The smoke was thicker than the ink spewed by a squid, instantly filling the entire room. If it weren't for the barrier, it would have overflowed.
Amidst the deep darkness, a wisp of gray-white quietly slipped out of the gourd.
But it didn't escape Nie Xiaolou's keen eye. He immediately put the stopper back in, blocking the remaining white smoke inside the gourd, preventing it from coming out.
A strange voice immediately rang out from inside the room: "Heh, you still don't trust me?"
It was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman, whether it was high-pitched or low-pitched, or whether it was pleasant or unpleasant to hear; it was just that one voice.
"Who told you to be the inner demon of the Purple Sun Immortal? No one will trust you." Nie Xiaolou put away the gourd. "Keeping even a trace of your roots is better for both of us."
For most practitioners, inner demons are something they must not be tainted by.
Ziyang Immortal was a great immortal from ancient times. Others had to sever their three corpses and eliminate their inner demons to achieve the Great Dao, but as a scion of a noble family, whether it was luck or misfortune, his first half of life was filled with clear thoughts, a peaceful state of mind, and rapid progress. He had no inner demons or resentments to eliminate. However, after attaining immortality, he was hit by a series of major setbacks, one after another: he was defeated and seriously injured in battle, blamed by his sect, betrayed by his most trusted disciple, and his descendants left in the mortal world were all killed...
For other immortals, these things are probably nothing. The path to immortality is fraught with danger and twists and turns; which immortal hasn't persevered through countless setbacks and forged an indestructible heart?
But the Immortal Ziyang came from a prestigious family and had spent the first half of his life solely focused on cultivation, oblivious to the world around him. These successive shocks left him reeling, and inner demons began to fester within him!
He couldn't resist the temptation of his inner demons and went on a killing spree, nourishing them with madness and carnage.
Before long, the dignified immortal was controlled by his inner demons, becoming insane and causing bloodshed in the human world.
When the immortals finally killed him, they discovered that Ziyang's inner demon had materialized and was difficult to destroy. So they subdued it, stuffed it into the Purple Gold Gourd, and slowly refined it.
The root of Ziyang's inner demon was trapped inside the gourd and could only release a small segment of its divine consciousness. Soon, an immortal discovered that it had other wonderful uses.
Since this inner demon has been put into a gourd and turned into a tool, it's inevitable that some people will want to use it to do something shady.
For thousands of years, the gourd has been passed down among the people, and the power that Ziyang's inner demon could use to move the gourd has grown stronger and stronger, and it seems that he will be freed in a hundred years at most. Fortunately, the treasure gourd has fallen into the hands of the Green Palace and become a special treasure, which only the Palace Master can take out and use.
Even Nie Xiaolou used it with great care.
As the black smoke billowed, another barrier actually appeared around him, floating an inch above his skin, separating the smoke from himself.
The gray smoke slowly condensed into a blurry human figure: "Alright, what do you need me to do?"
Nie Xiaolou then took out a round glass bottle. Through the transparent bottle, one could see hundreds of faint lights darting around inside. Only when they hit the glass bottle would they conjure up hideous human faces.
"These are the resentments of believers collected from the Heavenly Palace; they have the most of this stuff." Believers climbed the Pantheon on Mount Xu and prayed to the Heavenly Demon they worshipped, often unconsciously expressing their deepest desires and evil thoughts.
The Pantheon absorbs and refines many negative emotions, which are the things in the bottle. The believers descend the mountain feeling light and refreshed, having temporarily escaped their troubles. They also find the worship on the mountain very useful, and thus become even more devout.
"Take this as payment, and search her mind for me!"
Nie Xiaolou pointed at Tong Yiyi: "She is a spy from Cang Yan, and she has overheard a lot of secrets from the Heavenly Palace. But I think she hasn't told the whole truth."
"Tsk tsk, you don't even know how to be gentle with a woman." The inner demon approached Tong Yiyi, circling her twice. "You're pretty ruthless. Did you drug her?"
"Of course, otherwise, she would be very determined and wary of you."
The two henchmen who were treating Tong Yiyi's injuries took the opportunity to add some tartaric tobacco to her medicine. This stuff is not only a good painkiller, but it can also numb the mind and has a powerful hallucinogenic effect.
If given a larger dose, some people will soon feel euphoric.
This is the drug that most easily makes people lose their composure. Conventional hypnotic drugs are not effective against practitioners like Tong Yiyi, especially those who have been trained as spies.
Ziyang, the inner demon, chuckled softly, circled behind Tong Yiyi, and pressed his hands against her temples.
"How long?" the inner demon bargained. "Human memory is too complex. New memories and fragments are added every moment. I can't trace her life back to you."
It's not that there's no way, it's just that the energy consumption is too high and the reward is too low, so I, Old Devil, am not happy with it.
If you want to see more, you'll have to pay extra.
Nie Xiaolou had already planned it out: "Focus on the last ten days. Dig deep enough to see if she has any other major secrets hidden in her heart. Oh, and by the way—"
He quickly instructed, "Don't crush her soul, don't hurt her to the point of mental breakdown, she's still useful."
Ziyang's inner demon immediately lost interest: "Ugh, this is boring."
"Come on, little girl, let me take a closer look—" Ziyang's inner demon chuckled and poked, actually piercing all ten of his fingers into Mei Wuniang's skull! "—What little secrets are you hiding!"
Although the action was frightening, Mei Wu Niang's expression remained calm and unchanged.
The inner demon asked Nie Xiaolou, "What are you looking for?"
"What did she do and what secrets did she steal between seven and ten days ago?"
"Seven to ten days ago—" Ziyang Heart Demon moved his hands slightly, and Nie Xiaolou knew that it was stirring up Tong Yiyi's sea of consciousness.
Tong Yiyi is the owner of the body. Now, under the influence of Duoluoyan, her main consciousness has fallen asleep, or rather, entered a stable state. The inner demon is like a habitual burglar, taking advantage of the owner's sleep to rummage through drawers and cabinets looking for things.
Actually, it prefers to be a robber, the kind who kills people at the drop of a hat, but Nie Xiaolou won't allow it to be ruthless this time.
It can only be done slowly.
"Oh ho, here it is!" Soon, the Ziyang Heart Demon took one bead after another from Tong Yiyi's mind and threw them in front of Nie Xiaolou.
These are grayish-white smoke beads. No matter which one Nie Xiaolou lights, it will explode into a scene, and sometimes even a sound.
This is Tong Yiyi's memory of the past ten days.
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