Chapter 627: Mind Wipes

Chapter 627: Mind Wipes

Jizhi Zhimei closed her eyes. She began to murmur to herself. Qi built up around her, strands of it drawing a spell formation on the ground.

Hold on, hold on! Pause! I still need to figure out how to counter your mind-wipe! Hui cried. He scrambled, looking for something, anything to use to defend himself.

Maybe maybe ordinary barriers will work? But would that be too obvious? She thinks Im under her charm right now. If I reveal Im not at the eleventh hour, Ive done all this for naught!

Give in and get mind wiped? But then, if I forget what Ive told her, Im fucked! Theres no way Ill come up with the same bullshit a second time. Ugh. I have to survive this somehow!

Delving into his mind, Hui cast about in panic. Abruptly, he paused. Looking up, he latched eyes with the clone who was maintaining the false thought barrier on the outside of his true mind.

Ah. Well, thats a solution

The clone narrowed his eyes. Im not a solution. Fuck off, First. Im not getting mind wiped. Fight me!

You dont have a say in it. Sit there and get obediently mind wiped by Elder Sister!

I dont want to! I never get to come out anymore, and Im just going to forget the few seconds I got?

Okay, okay. Ill bring you out again later, hows that? I promise.

Im going to get mid-wiped! Whats that promise mean, huh? Nothing!

So?

Yeah, I get it. Ill obediently be mind-wiped. If its for our survival, can I really refuse you? I mean, me. I mean us. You get it. Not happy about the whole impending possibility of mind-destruction, either, but what am I going to do?

Its okay. I can reconstruct your mind from my master copy, Hui assured him.

The clone gave him a look. Does that sound reassuring to you?

Hui hesitated, then shook his head. No I guess not.

Snorting, the clone turned away. Hurry. Do it. Ill bear the burden this time.

Hui nodded. He took a deep breath and sat back. Killing back his mental energy, he let the clone take over his thoughts, while he himself played dead, cutting off his thoughts, his vision, everything, except for the faintest qi awareness.

Haaaa this is plain clone abuse. Mortal turned toward the beautiful cultivator that stood over them and gave her a blank-eyed stare. At least shes easy on the eyes as I go

Qi accumulated in the air around his head. A thousand ants crawled around on his brain, wriggling into every fold. Mortal squirmed, distinctly uncomfortable. Mental destruction for higher-tier cultivators ugh. I hope this doesnt kill me.

I hope this doesnt kill us all.

You havent seen? Hui looked at her. I dont think shes lying. She has no reason to lie, after all. But if not her, then who took Zhubi?

A familiar face ran past. A few steps past Voice, Tian Mo stopped, turned around, then stared at Hui. Ah? Gui Hui, youre alive?

Mmm, Hui confirmed. He patted Voices arms to be put down.

Voice set him down and stepped back, a demure smile on her face.

Tian Mo, did you see a snake? A small white snake, with a silly upturned nose? Hui asked, holding his hands about one arms span apart.

Oh, that thing? The pretty senior who ate with you took it with her, Tian Mo said.

Hui stiffened. Eh. That fellow Daoist? Tseng Caihong? But why? Especially if she is, as I suspect, the missing Tier Master the Tier Master of the Eighth Tier, the Palace Master. Whats she doing with my small snake?

Eh, hold on, hold on. Let me rephrase that. Whats she doing with Zhubi?

Is Zhubi in danger? Or wait. Is she is she holding him as a hostage, against me, the hostage? How deep is this hostage-taking going to go? Next, theyre going to hold a hostage against Zhubi, against me, against the Southern Sect Conference

Huis head spun. He rubbed his forehead and wobbled in place, almost falling over.

Voice gently stabilized him. Take care. Youve been through a traumatic experience. Give your body time to adjust.

Haaa? And whose fault is that, huh? The one who wiped my mind, maybe? Hui gave her a look from the corner of his eye, but a second later retracted it and said nothing. It really doesnt matter. But shes right, I do need some time to recover. Im a little overwrought right now.

But Zhubi ugh. What am I supposed to do about that? Tseng Caihong is ridiculously more powerful than me. Shes free to do whatever she wants to him!

If I want to meet Tseng Caihong Hui looked up sharply. His eyes met Tian Mos.

What? Tian Mo asked.

Tian Mo, I need

Shwing. Steel cut through the air behind Hui. A cold blade touched the back of his neck. Time slowed, Huis thoughts running at a thousand miles an hour. For a split millisecond, he swapped to crystal form, and the blade halted. Not long enough to appear to halt, not to anyones eyes but perhaps Tseng Caihongs, but just long enough to give the wielder a sensation of resistance.

Play dead? But Im the hostage. But if I dont play dead, thenand if I do

Ah, fuck it. Hui gave in. His head separated from his shoulders. Spinning off, it flew across the hallway and struck the wall, bouncing down to the floor.

Tian Mo screamed.

The Voice stepped back, carefully lifting the hems of her robes to keep them from getting bloody. Oh my.

Da Gongji stood over Hui, panting. Blood ran down his sword. With effort, he straightened, then pointed the blade at Hui. Triumphant light shone in his eyes. Thats what you get!

Lying on the floor, Huis head suppressed a sigh. How childish.