Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 151 The Old Woman

In the distance, the rooftop of a tall building.

The young man who had just disappeared reappeared.

My gaze remained fixed on the departing figures of the mother and daughter.

His eyes seemed to be lost in thought.

"As expected, without planting a mental imprint, it is not easy to modify memories. With my current abilities, this is the best I can do."

If there's some external stimulus, the memory might easily be restored —

Youth are none other than others.

It was Hu Long.

He was the one who made the first move, of course.

Everything Tang Yan saw was nothing but an illusion.

Although the opponent practiced secret martial arts, he was only at the Bone Tempering level.

As for the old techniques, their power has been greatly reduced due to the depletion of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

For Hu Long, whose body is protected by vital energy and blood, it has no effect whatsoever.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Hu Long casually killed him.

As for the other party's wife and children, Hu Long did not harm them.

It was just a false memory implanted, and also a way to test my abilities.

The results so far are not ideal. If friends and family remind them, their memories might be restored.

However, this was to be expected.

A person's memory is not so easy to modify. Unless the influence is deepened over many years or intervention is carried out based on the mental imprint, it is only a matter of time before it returns to its original state.

Hu Long didn't care about this.

Even if those two regain their memories, all they can recall is that Tang Yan suddenly disappeared; they have no idea how he made his move.

What truly concerned Hu Long was something else entirely.

Tang Yan possesses immense soul power, making him even more resistant to divine control, comparable to a typical Blood Exchange Realm martial artist.

"Is it because of practicing old techniques?"

A strange light flashed in Hu Long's eyes.

Then, I realized the reason.

Based on information previously obtained from Black Reef's database.

Similar to the bone posture required for training in secret martial arts.

While practitioners of ancient arts do not require physical postures, they do have extremely high requirements for the strength of their souls.

Because their soul strength is not high enough, they cannot perceive the wandering spiritual energy of heaven and earth and make it their own.

Moreover, during the cultivation process, as strength increases...

It will also nourish the soul.

Therefore, practitioners of the old arts have much stronger souls, far surpassing those of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

"Old techniques—"

Hu Long muttered to himself.

With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light too fast for the naked eye to see and vanished.

Longhu Mountain is not far from the city where Tang Yan is located, otherwise the leader of the Pure Fire Sect would not have been able to contact him.

Longhu Mountain is not a single mountain, but rather a group of three peaks encircling each other.

Deep in the mountains, the tree canopies grow even taller, their branches and leaves blocking out the sun, and decaying leaves and dead branches piled up everywhere, resembling a primeval forest.

Further in, one can detect the breeding and spread of poisonous insects, snakes, and miasma, and many adventurers have perished there.

On the outskirts of Longhu Mountain, Hu Long's figure appeared on a mountain road.

As far as the eye could see, there was only dark forest and deserted mountain path. Not far away, there was a rusty and crooked warning sign with the words "Poisonous insects and miasma inside, entry strictly prohibited" written in a blurry way.

Hu Long ignored them and randomly chose a mountain.

Using a third-person perspective, begin a thorough, comprehensive search.

They hadn't gone far when they heard rustling sounds coming from the woods, the crawling of insects approaching.

Hu Long paid no attention to this; he moved with incredible speed, darting through the forest.

Any living thing that came within three meters of him was instantly killed before it could even react; even insects hiding under dead leaves or deep in the soil were not spared.

Before long, Hu Long had finished examining the entire mountain, but found nothing.

In this regard.

Hu Long didn't care.

They turned around and entered another mountain nearby.

This time, they didn't walk for long.

Hu Long then made a discovery and stopped.

Looking up, a crescent moon hangs high overhead, its cool light filtering through the gaps in the tree canopy and leaves.

It illuminated the forest.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on a rock in the distance, seemingly out of nowhere, without any warning.

As Hu Long approached, the figure emerged from the shadows—a ragged old woman with disheveled hair.

Her face was very pale, as if it were covered with a layer of flour.

Combined with this environment, it inexplicably gives people a sense of gloom.

The other person seemed to have noticed him too, and quickly came forward, waving and opening their mouth to reveal a few yellowed teeth. "Young man, can you help me? I've gotten separated from my two older sisters."

Hu Long glanced at the old woman, said nothing, and simply flicked his finger.

puff!

As if struck head-on by a giant hammer, the old woman's anxious expression hadn't even faded before her head exploded, and her headless body collapsed to the ground.

However, after only four or five seconds, the corpse vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Hu Long did not show much surprise at this.

What kind of person would be in this forest full of poisonous insects so late at night?

Even a fool would know something's wrong.

Moreover, in his perception, this old thing was not human at all.

However, something else surprised him.

"Logically, this thing should belong to a type of supernatural entity, yet it has no source value—"

Although he had some doubts, Hu Long didn't pay much attention to them.

The most urgent task is to find the cult leader.

This situation has occurred in this mountain.

If nothing unexpected happens, that guy should be in this mountain.

Thinking of this, he moved, and a wave of spiritual energy spread out, sweeping across a range of several hundred meters around him. At the same time, his figure transformed into a streak of light and rushed forward.

However, Hu Long stopped again after walking a short distance.

Ahead, next to a giant black tree, another figure appeared.

The figure looked familiar, identical to the old woman who had just died at his hands.

No, there are still some differences.

The previous one had a mole on the corner of her mouth, while this old woman's mole is on the side of her nose.

"Young man, I'm lost here. I've gotten separated from my sister and older sister. Could you please help me?"

"I just killed your sister. I'm sending you to see her."

Hu Long finished speaking with a smile.

puff!

Blood splattered, and the old woman's body was slapped into a pool of blood on the rock, like a mosquito crushed by a fly swatter.

Hu Long had a premonition that things weren't over yet.

Sure enough, after going a kilometer further, he spotted another old woman by a stream.

The other person's mole is located at the corner of their eye.

The other man's eyes lit up when he saw him, and he grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth: "Young man, I—" Before he could finish speaking, Hu Long casually slapped him away.

These three poor sisters are finally reunited.

Hu Long was in a good mood after doing this good deed.

Unfortunately, this good mood didn't last long.

He advanced several hundred meters.

"Young man, do you see my two older sisters?"

The ragged old woman appeared once again not far from Hulong.

Even upon closer inspection, the surrounding environment is exactly the same.

The scene was the same as when I first met that old woman.

In this situation, it seems he has entered some kind of formation.

It's like a talisman.

It is itself a method used by practitioners of old arts.

The tricky thing about this is that even if you can figure out where the problem lies.