Chapter 890: Need To Dig Up Wang Xiaoxin From The Grave
Gu ngng laughed. “Of course no one could. What bewitching spell, this is just hypnotism.”
“Hypnotism?” Lea asked.
Gu ngng nodded. “Yeah. It is a type of subliminal ssaging. It was Wang Xiaoxin’s specialty.”
Gu ngng leaned forward and rested her head on Elvis’ chest. She tapped Elvis’ arm lightly and rhythmically.
Firstly, use the Fox Seductive Fragrance to confuse one’s mind, and then expose that person to subliminal ssages when his mind was at its most vulnerable. This would achieve the effect of hypnotism.
But most hypnotisms would co with a key, which when activated, would neutralize the hypnotism.
The key could be in the form of a certain phrase, a certain object or a certain ti.
To put it simply, anything in this world could be that key.
So, unless the person who cast the spell used the key to undo the hypnotism, there was no way anyone else could guess what the key was.
What were the chances of successfully finding Cole and getting him to reveal the key?
Ha, probably lower than if Gu ngng herself tried to guess what the key was.
His motive had always been to hold the people around her in the palm of his hand, to be used as bargaining chips. He would never give in so easily.
So, there was only the second option.
A more powerful practitioner?
They would need to dig up Wang Xiaoxin from the grave?
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated Gu ngng got. She regretted for the umpteenth ti for choosing to major in human resource in college. Why didn’t she study psychology!
Gu ngng stroked her own hair and slapped her thigh. “I want to sleep.”
Elvis and Lea exchanged glances. “To find the Beast Deity?”
Gu ngng nodded. “Yeah.”
Elvis sighed and kissed Gu ngng on the lips. “Don’t sleep too long.”
Gu ngng just nodded.
Elvis gently placed Gu ngng on the bed, which was lined with thick furs. He then turned and slept on the outside to prevent her from falling off. He covered her slender body with a fur blanket. “Sleep then, I will look after you.”
Gu ngng slowly shut her eyes and allowed sleep to take over, transporting her back to that thick white mist.
A piece of green grass patch about two square ters in size, containing a two-seater wooden bench was there. The Beast Deity sat leisurely on the bench, smiling at Gu ngng.
Reaching out one hand, he said, “Daughter, you are back.”
Gu ngng hurried over and looked accusingly at the Beast World. “I am being vexed to the brim of my head in the Beast World, while you are passing ti so leisurely here.”
The Beast Deity smacked his lips. “Didn’t you co back to ask for so pocket money? This is not very filial of you... are you sure you want to act like this?”
Feeling choked, Gu ngng clenched her fists. “You win.”
With that, she took a deep breath and put on a sweet, daughterly smile. “Daddy, I have co to watch television with you.”
The Beast Deity raised his brows with a smile. “You are just like the devious supporting actress in a television drama, desperately trying to snatch a piece of inheritance.”
Gu ngng’s forehead throbbed with anger. She plastered on a fake smile. “You only have one offspring, . There is no one to fight with for your inheritance.”
The Beast Deity nodded as if just realizing that. “Yeah, you are right.”
Gu ngng reached out one palm. “I have decided to be a good, hardworking daughter. I don’t want anything else, just give a book.”
The Beast Deity glanced at Gu ngng. “What? You also want a copy of the “300 Poems of the Tang Dynasty”?
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