Any intelligent life has a spiritual sea of consciousness.
It's just that the spiritual sea of consciousness of ordinary people is much smaller than that of warriors.
And it can't withstand any mental shock at all.
At this time, an oval black egg was entrenched in the boy's spiritual sea of consciousness.
Like a tumor, it was absorbing the boy's mental power bit by bit.
However, the absorption speed was very slow, and it would not collapse the spiritual sea of consciousness, but would only make the boy feel tired.
This is why he slept so deeply.
Qin Ze's door opening and walking sound did not wake him up.
There are two aspects that confuse Qin Ze.
On the one hand, the form of the boy's mental pollution is very different from the old thing before.
At this time, the pollution is very stable, and there is no tendency to overflow and spread.
No wonder the rich businessman has been with the boy day and night and has not been "preached" so far, but has only been contaminated with some breath.
On the other hand, why can't the spiritual sea of consciousness of the second and third level warriors withstand the pollution, but an ordinary person with a weak body can.
Normally, the boy's brain should have become a mess at this moment.
Qin Ze was not in a hurry to purify it, but wanted to see the further development of this egg.
Since it is an egg, it should be able to hatch something.
Qin Ze asked Miss Jian Xia: "Have you found any difference between him and the war puppet that was preached before?"
Miss Jian Xia said: "All fanatics are the same, what's the difference."
It seems that in Miss Jian Xia's eyes, the young man and the old thing are the same.
Qin Ze knocked on the door of the rich businessman.
"Have you come into contact with any strange people since you arrived in Blood City?"
The rich businessman recalled carefully: "No, we came back here directly after arriving in Snow City, and he never went out again."
Qin Ze nodded: "I know."
Returning to the boy's room again, Qin Ze said to Miss Jian Xia: "Can your ability trace back his previous memories?"
"I want to know what happened after he arrived in Snow City until the next morning."
Miss Jian Xia said: "Of course it can."
"I can use the daydream seed to connect him to your dream of sinking."
"You can check his memory then."
"But the clarity and stability of the memory depends on the strength of his mental power."
"He is just an ordinary person, you'd better not have too much expectation."
Qin Ze said lightly: "Let's start."
Miss Jian Xia opened it and put Qin Ze in it.
Then released a daydream seed and planted it on the boy's head.
Qin Ze opened his eyes and found himself at the Snow City Station.
Not far away, the rich businessman was taking the boy off the train.
Qin Ze was like a ghost, watching everything quietly.
Some of the surrounding scenes were blurry, some were clear.
The clear ones were the places that impressed the boy deeply at that time.
If it were a warrior, the current scenes would all be 4K Blu-ray.
The boy's spirit was very depressed. He was not as excited as when he first arrived in Snow City and saw the snowy scenery. He was probably frightened by the beast tide.
The rich businessman called a car, and after the two got in, the car drove towards the villa.
The driver was a man, with a fluctuating breath of a first-level warrior, and his facial features were blurred, so his specific face could not be seen clearly.
The whole journey was calm, no one stopped the car, and they drove to the villa safely.
After entering the yard, the rich businessman asked the boy to have a good rest, and they would return to Haidu in a few days.
The moment the boy entered the door, his feet suddenly staggered and he almost fell to the ground.
It was at this moment that Qin Ze clearly felt a spiritual fluctuation around the villa.
The boy's pollution was planted at this moment.
Qin Ze looked up at the sky above the yard, where the mental fluctuations came from, but he could not see anything.
This was the boy's dream. He was not a warrior, so he could not feel much, but he felt a little uncomfortable.
The rich businessman hurriedly sent the boy back to the room upstairs.
Almost the moment he lay down, the boy fell asleep.
"Let's stop here."
The dream ended, and Qin Ze was teleported to the bedroom by Miss Jianxie.
Through this dream recollection, Qin Ze found that the preacher was not preaching blindly, but was obviously prepared.
He turned a blind eye to the rich businessman who was a second-level warrior, and deliberately "preached" to the ordinary boy.
Qin Ze was puzzled.
Shouldn't warrior fanatics be more cost-effective than ordinary fanatics?
Looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, Qin Ze released his mental power to cover a radius of several hundred meters.
The rich businessman said before that every night he would feel someone watching him in secret.
As expected, it was the preacher.
After scanning several times with his mental power, Qin Ze did not find anything.
Tonight, the preacher seemed to have broken his promise.
"How is the situation over there?"
Qin Ze contacted the Dharma King through the local area network.
The Five Heavenly Kings have all taken action.
Qianmian is collecting information in the monitoring team.
The Dharma King, Juba, and the Lord of Mist are secretly protecting the old thing that transmits fire.
With the Lord of Mist's war fog, it is easy for several people to hide.
As for Brother Devourer, he is guarding outside the villa at this moment.
The Dharma King replied: "Except for the four drunkards, no one else came."
"I have also checked those four guys, ordinary mercenaries."
Qin Ze thought for a moment: "Lead Dahei out."
Hunting beasts are very sensitive to hidden spaces.
If the preacher has spatial abilities, he will be restrained by Dahei.
The Dharma King said: "I'll lead him!"
"This guy eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats, it's time to go out for a walk."
The sleeping Dahei at home suddenly shuddered, it felt that something bad was going to happen.
Qin Ze asked Miss Jianxie: "If the preacher appears nearby, can you find him? "
Miss Jianxie thought for a moment and replied: "It should be... possible, right?"
Qin Ze nodded.
Very good, that means it can't.
Qin Ze floated cross-legged by the window.
After meditating for a few seconds, he continued to observe the black egg in the boy's spiritual sea of consciousness.
The black egg was getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed that it was about to hatch.
Qianmian's voice suddenly sounded in the local area network: "Xiaolu and others came to the inspection team and are doing an autopsy."
Qin Ze smiled: "Really anxious."
Working overtime in the middle of the night, the hunters are also under a lot of pressure.
Qin Ze stayed in the room all night.
That night, no matter whether it was the boy or the King of Dharma, nothing happened.
Qin Ze muttered to himself: "The fishing plan seems to end in failure."
The boy on the bed groaned.
Qin Ze looked over.
I saw cracks on the surface of the black egg, as if something was about to break out of the shell.
Qin Ze landed on his feet: "It's finally coming out. "
Miss Jianxie was nervous. She flew around Qin Ze and stopped behind him.
Crack, crack, crack--
As the cracks became more and more, the "eggshell" finally couldn't hold on and broke completely.
A palm-sized black net hatched out and instantly covered the boy's entire spiritual sea of consciousness.
Qin Ze's eyes condensed.
This was exactly the same as the old man's "pollution".