Chapter 2856 It’s simply as difficult as climbing to the sky
"How to restore freedom to spiritual slaves?"
While Lin Bei was torturing Nong Zangfeng, Zhong Wen had already found Nong Jichun, who had also been absorbed into the world of spiritual consciousness, and tried to figure out a way to rescue Dabao.
"There is no way."
Nong Jichun's answer was exactly the same as Nong Zangfeng's, "Once you become a spiritual slave, you will never be free again."
"You are not Nong Zangfeng."
A coldness flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he grabbed his neck with a snap, "If you don't show enough use value, I can kill you at any time."
"Even if you chop me into pieces."
Nong Jichun replied categorically, "If there is nothing, it is still nothing. Do you want me to conjure it out of thin air?"
"Really?"
Zhong Wen looked directly into his eyes, a strange gray-white light flashed in his eyes, and spoke every word.
As he spoke, he had already merged the Soul Captivating Technique with the Beast Way and released it silently.
"No."
Unexpectedly, Nong Jichun's consciousness was not affected at all, but he answered more decisively, and his firm eyes almost convinced Zhong Wen.
etc!
How could I forget her?
While he was struggling, Zhong Wen suddenly had an idea and turned Nong Jichun into a "statue", and then returned to the real world instantly.
It seemed that a lot had happened just now, but in fact not long had passed.
Nong Hanwu was still cutting his wrists to bleed, and he mutilated himself very diligently.
Dabao had fallen to the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and he was unconscious.
Xiaohu still opened his arms and hugged his sister's body tightly, his round eyes widened and his brows furrowed, as if he was engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
Ye Qinglian stood beside the two children, seeming to want to pull the little tiger away, but under the persuasion of Nangong Ling and Gan Muyun, she did not take action. She was in an extremely tangled mood, and her pretty face was full of nervousness and worry.
Li Qing, Feng and others were also standing aside, talking to each other, not knowing what they were discussing. Only Guizhu and Ran Sujuan were holding hands and sitting side by side on a round stone, whispering about what was happening around them.
Nothing seemed to matter.
"Dabao, she..."
Zhong Wen quickly stepped forward, looked at the siblings Dabao and Xiaohu, and asked with concern, "What's going on?"
"It's a special physique."
Nangong Ling looked at Xiaohu and replied with a playful expression.
"Special physique?"
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, "Sister, you mean that Xiaohu also has a special physique?"
"Not only that."
Nangong Ling nodded, "It's still an unheard of physique."
"What kind of physique?" Zhong Wen blurted out.
"If I guess correctly."
Nangong Ling pondered for a moment, then slowly replied, "It should be a physique that pours a large amount of useless information into other people's brains, causing them to overuse their brains and lose their ability to think in an instant."
"ha?"
Zhong Wen felt as if he had heard a fairy tale. He digested Nangong Ling's explanation for a long time before summing up in one word, "Spam news?"
"Spam?"
When Nangong Ling heard this word for the first time, he couldn't help laughing, "The description is quite appropriate."
"How does sister know so clearly?" Zhong Wen asked puzzled.
"Just now I tried to invade Dabao's dream."
Nangong Ling answered truthfully, "Unfortunately, there were too many spam messages in it, which almost completely overwhelmed her consciousness, so she failed."
"I see."
Zhong Wen suddenly realized it, looked at Xiao Hu who looked serious, and said, "But Dabao is already unconscious, is it necessary to continue feeding him junk news?"
"The cultivation levels of the two dolls are too different."
Nangong Ling explained patiently, "Once Xiaohu lets go, Dabao will wake up immediately. It's better not to be careless before helping her regain her freedom. It's just a hard work for this little guy."
After hearing what she said, Mo Shengyu came to Xiaohu's side gently and wiped the sweat from his forehead with pity, with a faint look of pride on his face.
The little guy who used to have an eccentric temper and bite everyone he saw, under the nourishment of family affection and mahjong, has unknowingly become a little man. Not only does he possess considerable strength, but now he has inexplicably developed a rare physique.
How could she not be proud of being able to play a decisive role in such a high-end game?
If he is said to be the MVP of the entire game, no one will object.
"That's all we have to do."
Looking at this little guy who was working so hard for his sister, Zhong Wen felt a warmth surge into his heart, and his eyes were gentler than ever before, "When Dabao's problem is solved, then I can add two chicken drumsticks to the little guy."
"How are you going to solve it?"
Nangong Ling glanced at him and asked lightly.
"I don't know." Zhong Wen replied without hesitation.
"Not sure?"
Nangong Ling said with a half-smile, "I see that you are not in a hurry. You thought you had a plan in mind and had already found a solution."
"I really haven't found a way."
Old God Zhong Wen replied on the ground, "But with Sister Nangong here, how can it be my younger brother's turn to do these brainstorming things?"
"You are a bachelor."
Nangong Ling chuckled and rolled his eyes at him angrily, "What if there's nothing I can do about it?"
"Then we have to arrest everyone in the farmhouse."
Zhong Wen shouted angrily, "Take a whip and beat him hard."
"Then let it go."
Nangong Ling shook his head and said with a smile, "Even if you break a hundred whips, I'm afraid you won't be able to get the answer you want."
"No way?"
Zhong Wen's heart skipped a beat and he said with a grimace, "Is there really no solution?"
"At least in the hearts of these farmers."
Nangong Ling shook his head again, "Once the secret method takes effect, it will never be unlocked."
"In the hearts of farmers?"
Zhong Wen's heart moved and he keenly captured these words.
"But Young Master Nong once let it slip."
Nangong Ling walked slowly to Nong Hanwu's side, reached out and grabbed the blood-stained Youhuang chessboard, "It gave me some ideas."
After a frenzy of self-mutilation, Nong Hanwu felt that he was only one step away from success. He was about to make a big move and take the Youhuang chessboard as his own. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly taken away by Nangong Ling. He suddenly felt anxious and raised his head.
, instinctively wanted to complain.
However, when he saw the other party's golden eyes, he suddenly felt his soul tremble, and he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
"If I guess correctly."
Just listen to Nangong Ling continue to say, "The only way to get rid of the identity of the spirit slave is to enter the Youhuang chessboard and participate in the chess game. Second Young Master Nong, I don't know if that is true or not?"
"this……"
Nong Hanwu's complexion changed, and he hesitated and was speechless.
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the question that the "Night Fury" had seemingly asked unintentionally was actually trying to trick him.
And just by the four words "Youhuang chessboard" that he accidentally spit out, Nangong Ling actually keenly guessed the only possibility of breaking the farmer's secret method.
"The fighting over there has ended, and almost all the farmers have been wiped out."
Nangong Ling pointed to the main battlefield in the distance and said slowly, "Now that we have reached this point, does Second Young Master Nong still have any luck?"
"Yes, the only way to unlock the secret technique is to use the Youhuang chessboard."
Nong Hanwu's face was uncertain, he was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply and said, "But you haven't told the whole story yet. In the chess game, the spirit slave must be on the opposite side of the chessboard master, and he must win.
It is almost impossible to complete such harsh conditions in order to be able to regain freedom, so in the minds of most farm children, the farm secrets cannot be cracked at all."
"impossible?"
Zhong Wen suddenly interrupted, "Is it difficult to win chess?"
"It's not just difficult, it's as difficult as climbing to the sky. Although Nong Zangfeng cannot change the rules, he can..."
Nong Hanwu was about to explain the difficulty of the chess game when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he exclaimed, "Damn it, did you... win?"
Only now did he remember that Zhong Wen and others had left the chessboard, but did not surrender to Nong Zangfeng. Instead, they punched the owner of the chessboard. There was obviously only one explanation for such an incredible situation.
"What do you think?"
Zhong Wen chuckled and said, "How else could I come out?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Nong Hanwu's eyes were blank and he was in a state of despair. It was as if his three views had been overthrown and rebuilt. His mind went blank and he kept mumbling to himself, "How can you win chess under such conditions?"
"Zhong Wen, what are the rules of the chess game on the chessboard."
Nangong Ling suddenly said, "Can you tell me?"
"There is nothing you can't do."
Zhong Wen nodded, came to her side, and recounted everything he saw and heard on the chessboard, not even sparing the smallest details.
"It's not difficult."
Nangong Ling thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and threw the Youhuang chessboard towards Nong Hanwu.
"Snapped!"
Nong Hanwu hurriedly caught it and looked up at her in surprise. What caught his eye was a pair of golden eyes.
"Second Young Master Nong."
Nangong Ling's sweet oriole-like voice soon sounded in his ears, "You can continue bleeding."