I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 779 Mind Control
When the smell of blood came to his nostrils, Song Mu also saw clearly the scene in the dungeon.

In the spiraling dungeon, cells were opened up, and in the cells, only a few human beings were imprisoned sporadically, and these people were all dull-eyed and pale-faced at the moment.

Going further down, Song Mu finally saw the source of the bloody smell clearly.

I don’t know where to pass through a cramped corridor, and there are bloodstains flowing on the ground. When Song Mu and others just passed by, there was a sudden cry of pain, and the screams were endless. The women in the team immediately Go soft down, let out a scream.

"It's really noisy. Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Drag these noisy people in, and leave the rest alone. Ask questions!"

The fat man behind him also came in at this time, his fat body couldn't be restrained even in a black robe, and his greasy face was even more ferocious.

Immediately, the person from the Devil's Cult rushed forward and separated these people. There were all kinds of screams and begging for mercy, but Song Mu and the man with the broken arm were carried and slipped into one of the cells by the fat man himself. .

The cell was dark and dark, only an oil lamp in the corner was beating a small flame, and there was a chair covered with spikes in the cell, and the chair was covered with wet blood, which made the place leak The smell of warm blood.

"Hey, take your time, if you say something useful before I come back, at least you will die more quickly."

As the fat man said so, he stood at the door looking at Song Mu and the two menacingly, then turned around and went out, shouting towards the inside.

"Bring the wine, the leader of this star is about to interrogate!"

The next moment, screams could be heard in this dim space.

Seeing such a situation, Song Mu couldn't help but frowned, while the man with the broken arm next to him was sitting slumped on the ground wearing rough clothes, but he clenched his fist and hit the wall next to him hard.

"These goddamn bastards!"

He let out a roar, but the next moment he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned paler.

"Brother Ji Sheng, it's better to save some strength."

At this moment, Song Mu looked outside the cell, but said to the man softly, the man also turned his head sideways, but there was a bit of a wry smile on his face.

"Brother Song, how much more do you need this strength? You and I are both fish on the chopping board of the Devil's Cult."

Song Mu also looked sideways slightly at the moment. The name of this broken-armed man was Wang Fusheng. The arm lost a lot of energy and blood, and the realm was dying.

Song Mu didn't talk much with him along the way, but Wang Fusheng saw that Song Mu was captured because he drew his sword to help him, and he admired him, but lamented that he had ended up in such a situation.

"Brother Song, I think there will be no more days for me to escape, but my wife is about to give birth. This time, I have an unfeeling request from Brother Song..."

The other party insisted and said, the expression on his face was even more sorrowful.

"Brother Song, if you can escape, I implore you to go to the Southern Yunnan Mansion once and say that I, Wang Fusheng, have not disgraced the human race."

As he spoke, his face became more mournful, and the screams outside were even worse at that time, which was also mixed with the fat man's wild laughter, making Song Mu's expression even more gloomy.

Wang Fusheng panted heavily, seeing Song Mu unmoved, he didn't know what to do for a while, but suddenly saw Song Mu speak.

"Brother Ji Sheng, even though that is the case, Mr. Song has no idea to go to Nannan Mansion."

Hearing these words, Wang Fusheng turned his head suddenly, his face was a little nervous, but he saw Song Mu coming forward, and at this moment he put his hand on his shoulder.

The eyes of the two met in the dark cell, but Wang Fusheng saw a glint in Song Mu's eyes.

The next moment, a very warm force rushed into the body, and the meridians that had already been exhausted were extremely hungry and thirsty in the face of this force. At this moment, Wang Fusheng only felt that his whole body was cheering for the arrival of this force.

At this moment, Wang Fusheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at Song Mu in front of him, but Song Mu just stretched out his hand and made a booing motion.

Song Mu's words suddenly sounded in Wang Fusheng's mind.

"You follow my arrangement, or you may have the opportunity to leave."

Song Mu's voice at this moment, as well as the extremely turbulent power, made Wang Fusheng feel like a dream at this moment, and only now did he suddenly realize that this Song Mu was already extraordinary.

And the next moment, Song Mu let go after explaining something, and nodded slightly with Wang Fusheng.

Wang Fusheng, who had finally regained some strength, nodded immediately, and the next moment he aroused his body strength, and then let out a few screams.

"Damn demons, after this life, you all have to go to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

As he said that, a vast force suddenly swayed from the opponent's body, causing the entire prison to tremble slightly.

The cell door was slammed open the next moment, and that fat figure rushed in suddenly, his hands were covered with blood, and his eyes swept over him.

"Broken my mood, do you know...huh?"

The fat man said so, but at this moment he immediately stepped in, walked to the side of Wang Fusheng who was out of breath, stretched out his hand and patted the other's cheek, but frowned fiercely.

However, he didn't give up, and immediately released several demonic energy, which wrapped around Wang Fusheng's body, leaving traces of erosion, but he still remained silent.

"Damn guy! Can't even last this moment?!"

Seeing such a scene, the fat man was also furious at the moment. He got up and kicked a few times, but he didn't give up. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Fusheng's head, entangled with demonic energy for a moment, and then threw it down angrily.

"It's really bad luck, just drag him out for me!"

"Give it to Shengzi directly while it's still warm, and say that he died after entering the city. Don't rely on me!"

The fat man said towards the outside, and someone dragged him out immediately.

The fat man was always swearing, but he didn't leave. Instead, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Song Mu who was looking frightened by the wall.

"Hey, have you seen my methods clearly? Then tell me all the news you know."

Fatty said so threateningly, and then took a few steps towards Song Mu.

The fat face was full of cruelty at the moment, and the fat man's face drooped slightly, almost sticking to Song Mu.

But the next moment, he saw Song Mu looking up.

The eyes of both sides met in an instant, but before the fat man could make any reaction, the spirit in his eyes quickly receded.

Song Mu just stared straight at the other party, and then said softly in his mouth.

"Where are you sending us?"

Hearing Song Mu's question, the fat man also paused, his face seemed to be a bit tangled, but he still spoke slowly.

"If you can't find anything from you, I will send it to the temple and enter the blood refining pool."

"What about those ordinary people?"

"They are short of energy and blood, so they are directly dragged into the blood sacrifice god pool next to them"

While speaking, the fat man didn't even blink his eyes, and his words were mechanically indifferent.

At this moment, he was even a little sluggish, and Song Mu's eyes did not leave the other party's line of sight, he just spoke slowly.

"Who is the Holy Son? Why does he need so much blood?"

"For healing."

"Take me out of here, I'm going to see your Son."

As Song Mu said, the fat man seemed to be inspired, and immediately got up, but he still looked a little stiff.

Now he has been completely controlled by Song Mu's thoughts, he has lost the ability to think, and he is like a walking dead, at the mercy of Song Mu.

At that moment, Song Mu manipulated him, grabbed his collar and headed out of the cell.

Outside the cell, some subordinates of the Devil's Cult saw the other party's movements and wanted to step forward to inquire, but they were dismissed by the fat man.

"This guy is very unusual. Take care of this place. I will personally dedicate him to the Holy Son!"

Those members of the Devil's Cult didn't dare to offend the majesty of the other side, and immediately gave way to the passage.

Song Mu was walking staggeringly behind him. When he lowered his head and moved forward, Song Mu also looked at the surrounding cells and secretly remembered this place.

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(End of this chapter)