The middle-aged monk felt as if his head was exploding, as if countless bugs had penetrated into it, and then their brains were constantly being stirred and gnawed away.
That kind of painful feeling is simply worse than death, and it is the most cruel torture in the world.
He wailed and tried to struggle, but soon discovered that it had no effect at all.
The thick vines were like a steel cage, imprisoning him tightly, making it impossible for him to move at all.
In this situation, he could only passively endure the pain and let the metal spider-like thing insert its sharp claws into the flesh between the eyebrows, and then penetrate the skull.
Like plants taking root, metal wires spread everywhere in the brain, completely controlling certain areas of the brain that are related to life and death.
These areas are extremely sensitive places, and even the slightest damage may be fatal. It can be said that the middle-aged monk at this time has no control over his life and death.
When the last metal wire enters the predetermined position and wraps the nerve, the entire control process is completed.
The gem on the controller begins to flash, which means that the control has been completed.
Even the top doctors cannot complete such a precise operation in such a short time.
In particular, the size of the finisher is only about the size of a thumb, which doubles the difficulty and is almost impossible under normal circumstances.
But considering the origin of this controller, everything becomes natural, even a little trivial.
The value of the storage equipment alone can completely crush this kind of controller, not to mention there are many more powerful things.
The controlled middle-aged monk now became like a puppet, with a dull expression on his face.
You can't live, you can't die.
The only uncontrollable look in his eyes was filled with unspeakable horror. He stood motionless at this moment, just because his body was controlled.
Tang Zhen didn't let him move, so even if the train hit him head-on, he would never be able to move at all.
"This thing is quite interesting. I feel like I can kill this middle-aged monk with just one thought!"
Tang Zhen sighed secretly in his heart. He wanted to test it, but he was worried that he would kill the middle-aged monk.
The seemingly tough middle-aged monk was as fragile as paper to Tang Zhen at this time.
However, after a simple test, there was no problem, so I just took the opportunity to give the middle-aged monk a warning.
With this thought in his mind, Tang Zhen stared at the middle-aged monk with an evil smile on his lips.
The vines that entangled the middle-aged monk all retreated in the blink of an eye, leaving him standing alone in the pit, still unable to move.
As Tang Zhen thought, the middle-aged monk's eyes bulged, as if they would pop out at any time.
It was visible to the naked eye that his muscles were twitching violently, and beads of sweat dripped down in clusters. He was obviously suffering indescribable pain.
"Crunch, crunch..."
There was a violent friction sound in the middle-aged monk's mouth, as if his teeth had been bitten into pieces.
But even so, his body remained motionless because Tang Zhen did not allow him to move.
"You see, from now on, your life and death will be completely controlled by me.
If I let you live, you will live; if I let you die, you will die. It only takes a thought.
If you don't want to strangle yourself to death, or choke to death by swallowing your saliva, then just obey me honestly, otherwise I will make your life worse than death!"
When Tang Zhen spoke, his voice was stern and cold, like a slave owner scolding his slaves.
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk collapsed to the ground, as if he was boneless mud.
"If you're not dead, stand up quickly. I still have a lot of things to do. If you don't get up, then you can lie here forever!"
After hearing Tang Zhen's words, the middle-aged monk immediately struggled to stand up, fearing that he would continue to endure the torture just now.
That feeling was worse than death, and he didn't want to endure it a second time.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
The middle-aged monk's voice was hoarse, and he was obviously gritting his teeth to support himself. It seemed that as soon as this breath was removed, he would immediately collapse to the ground.
Although the pain was extreme, the middle-aged monks were gritting their teeth to support themselves, which showed that this person had a strong willpower.
If it weren't for bad luck, it would be very possible for me to achieve great things in the future.
But now that it is in the hands of Tang Zhen, only God knows what the future will be like.
After seeing the middle-aged monk's performance, Tang Zhen chuckled and nodded. He didn't care whether the middle-aged monk hated him, as long as he knew that the other party did not dare to disobey.
"What I want you to do is to turn your fellow disciples into companions, and then they can mine for me together.
If you do well, I will reward you. If you mess up, you know the consequences."
After hearing Tang Zhen's words, the middle-aged monk nodded, then turned and walked towards the edge of the forest.
Tang Zhen knew at a glance that this guy was going to continue to guide his companions, but this time he didn't expect them to help, but pulled them into the water together.
Tang Zhen was naturally very satisfied that the middle-aged monk was so knowledgeable, so he followed him calmly.
"I will lure them out now. I hope the master can cooperate and control them all."
The middle-aged monk recognized the situation and took the initiative to call Tang Zhen his master.
Although he felt that this title was a bit strange, Tang Zhen didn't care. It was just a title and could not explain anything.
After confirming that he was controlled by Tang Zhen and there was absolutely no possibility of getting rid of him, the middle-aged monk did not hesitate to betray his teammates.
The monk in short coat, who was leading the old woman and others to find the way, suddenly received the message from the middle-aged monk, and his face was filled with joy.
After wandering around for a long time without going out, the monk in the short coat was worried. Unexpectedly, he regained contact with you again, the middle-aged monk.
What the monks in short coats and others did not expect was that what was waiting for them ahead was not a treasure, but a trap specially prepared for them.
Not long after, the young man in a suit was the first to be hit. He was tied tightly with vines and dragged in front of Tang Zhen and the others.
Seeing Tang Zhen and the middle-aged monk standing together, the young man in the suit showed a look of confusion and shock. When he was about to speak, Tang Zhen had already thrown away the controller.
He has been observing the situation in the forest, and it can be said that he has no favorable impression of this cunning young man in a suit.
The young man in a suit looked at the controller flying towards him and instinctively wanted to dodge. As a result, his body was tied tightly and he could not move at all.
As the screams of a slaughtering pig rang out, the young man was directly controlled by the controller, and the screams stopped abruptly.
When this happens, it means that the young man in the suit has been controlled. As long as he doesn't want to die, he must obey Tang Zhen's command unconditionally.
If he didn't want to, Tang Zhen could completely erase his mind and treat him as a zombie-like puppet.
Apart from being unable to think independently, nothing else is affected. He is simply the most obedient assistant and follower.
The middle-aged monk said the matter briefly in a deep voice, and then ignored the young man in suit.
After knowing his situation, the young man in a suit had a look of despair on his face, and he hated the middle-aged monk in his heart.
But in the blink of an eye, he began to cooperate with the middle-aged monk and carry out evil attacks on the remaining women in black and others.
Not long after, all the fellow disciples in this group, including the old woman, fell into Tang Zhen's hands.