Chapter 1119: Hypnosis

Hypnosis

Numerous Scarlet Heaven Cultists stared at the figures of the two young girls, their eyes full of vigilance.

Ultimately, the Scarlet Heaven Cultist holding the Torchlight still asked:

"Then what should we do with these two people? Kill them directly? Or..."

"This matter is too bizarre. If it really is the method of the Integration Faction, killing them might actually be even more troublesome... Just like the two from yesterday, lock them up first. Wait until the Bishop returns tomorrow morning to decide."

"Alright."

Hearing this, Chen Ling in the shadows in the distance silently put away the Bone-Stripping Knife held in his hand.

Chen Ling didn't know how Little Peach and the other one came over, but from the dialogue of the Scarlet Heaven Cult, they seemed to be ignorant of this as well... So, the disappearances of the Integration Faction's children yesterday and today, exactly who was secretly manipulating it?

Moreover, the exact same method actually took effect twice in a row, and even directly let these few children with not much offensive power cross the Gray World, sending them to the door of the Scarlet Heaven Cult without anyone knowing...

Chen Ling secretly followed those two Scarlet Heaven Cultists responsible for escorting Little Peach, passing through simple and crude houses one after another, ultimately stopping their footsteps in front of an ancient well at the very edge of the village.

It was called an ancient well, but it looked like the Scarlet Heaven Cultists just dug a piece of land and piled a circle of stones on it. There was no water in the well either, only circles of rotting ropes scattered around, looking like it had been abandoned for a long time.

"Why do I always feel like someone is watching us?"

A Scarlet Heaven Cultist stood by the well, shuddering for some unknown reason, and then vigilantly swept his gaze across the surroundings.

"It should be your illusion. This is the depths of the Gray World, where would people come from?" Another Scarlet Heaven Cultist shrugged. "If you're talking about Calamities, it's even more impossible. The power of the Holy Fire can drive away the vast majority of Calamities. They can't stay under the illumination of the firelight for too long..."

"Then what if it's the Integration Faction? I really feel that the arrival of these few children is a bit strange..."

Speaking up to here, a cold wind brushed across the barren village. The corner of that Scarlet Heaven Cultist's eye happened to sweep across the bizarrely dull ball of thread in Little Peach's pupils. His heart tightened, and then he lowered his voice and scolded:

"The Integration Faction has never left the Mother Tree, and they don't like fighting either. Don't let your imagination run wild here... Go go go, go back and rest. We still have to get up early tomorrow morning to perform the Sacrificial Rite."

The two Scarlet Heaven Cultists draped in red robes respectively pushed Little Peach and Miaomiao into the well, and then quickly left.

After about half a minute passed, Chen Ling finally slowly walked out from the darkness.

"This Scarlet Heaven Cult seems to be quite afraid of the Integration Faction..." Chen Ling was thoughtful.

But thinking about it, it was also reasonable. The Scarlet Heaven Cult could obtain power from the Red Star, they were the nemesis of all Divine Pathways. Previously in the Red Dust Domain, they easily suppressed a group of Divine Path Possessors. Even if they did nothing, the power of the Human Domains would naturally disintegrate beside them. They could be called the natural enemies of humanity.

But the Integration Faction's power originated from Calamities. They wouldn't be affected by the decaying power of the Scarlet Heaven Cult, and the Integration Faction could also travel freely in the Gray World. It was very normal for the Scarlet Heaven Cult to view them as a serious hidden danger.

It was just a pity that the Integration Faction's aggressiveness wasn't strong. They lived in seclusion inside the Mother Tree year-round to conduct research. Although there were many Fusionists, those possessing combat power were only that few, completely ignoring external affairs.

Chen Ling walked to the well, his gaze looking into the well. The dim firelight in the distance couldn't illuminate the bottom of the well. It was pitch-black like an abyss.

Chen Ling's toes lightly tapped, and half of his body directly transformed into fluttering Red Paper, skimming downwards along the well opening. Relying on those eyes of the Secret Eye, he could see four figures bound by ropes, lying messily in the mud.

"Little Peach, Little Peach!"

Chen Ling shook Little Peach's body, calling out softly.

But no matter how Chen Ling shook her, Little Peach still had no reaction. She laid on the ground with a stiff figure, like an unconscious corpse... Chen Ling tried to call out to Miaomiao again, and it was exactly the same.

Chen Ling's gaze looked towards Linglong and Little White on the other side, falling into deep thought...

Looking at it now, these few people who went missing from the Integration Faction had all fallen into some kind of deep hypnotic state. No wonder yesterday after the Scarlet Heaven Cult captured Linglong and Little White, they didn't directly wake them up or use torture. They probably used various methods but failed to make them recover their consciousness, so they simply threw them in here like throwing trash.

The good news was, their vital signs were all completely normal. At least from the physical level, there were no traces of injury.

After Chen Ling checked the states of Little Peach, Miaomiao, and Linglong, he walked straight towards Little White... To be honest, after the previous three attempts, he didn't hold expectations for waking up Little White.

But bizarrely, at the same time his hands grabbed Little White's shoulders, he obviously felt the body in his hands shake.

Chen Ling was stunned.

This wasn't that kind of deliberate human body shaking, but instead like the instinctive twitching and fear when a person was having a nightmare. Chen Ling released his hands, sizing up Little White suspiciously for a moment, and then tentatively grabbed towards his shoulders with both hands again...

Thump.

Little White's body shook again, paleness surfacing on his dull face.

"... There's a chance with this one?"

A trace of pleasant surprise flashed in Chen Ling's eyes.

Among the four people at the bottom of the well, Little White was special. He was the only teenager who had integrated with a Calamity of the Ghost Mockery Abyss, and was also an existence that could profoundly feel the aura of "Mockery" on his body. As long as he got close to him, the instinct engraved in his bones would begin to struggle crazily.

If this was the case, perhaps as long as the fear he brought him was strong enough, it could break the hypnotic state?

After Chen Ling pondered for a moment, his hands grabbed Little White's shoulders like iron pincers. At the same time, his palms flattened bit by bit, transforming into python-like Red Paper, tightly entangling his body...

Little White's stiff body suddenly began to tremble crazily. Bead-sized sweat rolled down his cheeks, and struggle surfaced in his dull eyes, as if placed in some kind of nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

Chen Ling didn't stop his movements. Densely packed Red Paper climbed onto Little White's head and limbs, almost choking him until he couldn't breathe. Chen Ling even gradually abandoned his human appearance, transforming himself into a bizarre Red Paper monster bit by bit, expanding slowly at the bottom of the deep well...

On the flat and bizarre Red Paper face, those pupils glowing with faint scarlet almost pressed right up to Little White's face. In the next moment, a chilling and extremely oppressive voice gently rang beside Little White's ear:

"Wake up... or, die."

Little White's body trembled violently, even foaming at the mouth. After hearing the final word "die", his whole person shook like he was electrocuted, opening his eyes in extreme horror!

He was like a drowning person falling into the deep sea, his eyes filled with despair and fear. He instinctively opened his mouth preparing to scream, but in the next moment, python-like Red Paper tightly sealed his mouth, and he could only emit painful whimpering sounds.