dmims Chapter 60 Hypnosis
Chapter 60 Hypnosis
Using the method of the Transmission of Sound and Searching of Souls as a medium, and incorporating the spiritual suggestion of the Soul Transfer Technique into it, wouldn't it be possible to achieve large-scale mind control?
This move might not be enough to deal with top experts, but it's more than enough to deal with the ordinary servants and guards in the Xia family mansion.
This can be considered a brilliant technique for crushing weaker opponents that Zhao Yu came up with.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu took a deep breath, slowly circulating the true energy in his dantian, while simultaneously mobilizing all his mental power, and then slowly spoke.
The spiritual energy spread with Zhao Yu's voice, reaching the ears of everyone in the courtyard.
The voice was like a ghostly whisper, only the servants and doctors in the mansion could hear it, while the patrolling guards and sentries outside couldn't hear a single word.
The Sound Transmission and Soul Searching Technique was already miraculous. When Li Qiushui used it, no one who had not practiced the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect could even hear it.
Xu Zhu and Tianshan Tonglao were tormented to the point of unbearable suffering.
Zhao Yu used the sound transmission technique to infuse his voice with the spiritual power of the Soul Transfer Technique, and successfully controlled everyone in the courtyard.
"You're exhausted. Your eyelids are heavy, and you have no strength left. You need to go back to your room and rest immediately. What happened here is none of your business. Forget everything that happened here and go back right away."
Whispers echoed again and again in the courtyard.
In the courtyard, the servants who were pushing the doctor out suddenly stopped, their eyes becoming dull and empty.
They all murmured at the same time, "Tired...time to go back to our rooms and rest..."
They then let go of each other's hands, turned around, and walked towards their residence without even looking back.
The doctors who had been driven out also stopped in their tracks, their faces losing their resentment and grievance, becoming numb.
The group obediently packed their medicine boxes, lowered their heads, and quietly left the Xia residence, as if they had completely forgotten about being insulted by Xia Zhen earlier.
The servants patrolling the corridor, the maids carrying tea, and the servants sweeping the courtyard all stopped what they were doing, their eyes glazed over, like puppets on strings, and turned back to their rooms.
In a short while, everyone in the courtyard had left, leaving only the guards at the gate, who remained oblivious to the danger and continued to stand guard at their posts.
Xia Zhen, who was in the study, also heard Zhao Yu's voice. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his head spinning, and an irresistible weariness sweeping over his body.
He leaned to one side, about to fall asleep on the table.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, the study door creaked open.
A black figure stood silently in front of him.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?!"
Xia Zhen shuddered and instantly became mostly awake.
Upon seeing Zhao Yu, who was wearing a mask, he was terrified and jumped up from his chair, immediately begging for mercy.
Before he could even utter a word, Zhao Yu raised his hand and gently waved his fingers in front of his eyes: "Don't be afraid, relax. I'm here to bring you the antidote. It's safe here, no one will bother us. Listen to me, relax, and you won't feel any pain."
Xia Zhen's eyes instantly became vacant, his open mouth slowly closed, and the tense muscles in his body relaxed, his struggling movements abruptly ceasing.
He stood there, as if his soul had been ripped out, devoid of any independent consciousness.
Become!
Zhao Yu was overjoyed; this Soul Transfer Technique was indeed incredibly profound.
He slowly walked up to Xia Zhen, looked at Xia Zhen's empty eyes, and slowly said: "Listen, within five days, you must draw out the latest palace guard deployment map, the rotation time of the Imperial Guards at each gate, the patrol routes of the Imperial City Guards' personal guards, and the garrison points of the Central Army under Yang Cishan's command. Then keep it close to your body and wait to hand it over to me."
"You must do this alone, and you must not tell anyone, including your wife and children."
"Besides drawing up the defense plans, you must continue to act insincerely in front of Shi Miyuan, without letting him notice anything amiss, and report Shi Miyuan and Empress Yang's movements to me at any time."
Each instruction was clearly imprinted in Xia Zhen's mind and deeply etched into his subconscious.
Even if he regains consciousness in the future, he will not remember the experience of being controlled by the Soul Transfer Technique; he will only feel that these things were things he decided to do himself.
After implanting all the instructions, Zhao Yu slowly withdrew the Soul Transfer Technique.
With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle force lifted Xia Zhen's body and carried him into the inner bedroom, placing him on the bed.
Then, Zhao Yu quietly left the study, and in a flash, disappeared into the night.
Half an hour later, Xia Zhen, who was in the bedroom, suddenly sat up on the bed and looked around blankly.
"Huh? How did I end up in the bedroom? And when did I go to sleep?"
He scratched his head, his mind a jumble of thoughts, only remembering that he had just yelled at the doctors and driven them away, and he felt extremely agitated.
I can't remember anything that happened after that, it's like I have a blackout.
He shook his groggy head, got up from the bed, and was about to call someone in when a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had remembered something of utmost importance.
Xia Zhen slapped his thigh and shouted, "Men! Prepare the carriage! I'm going to the palace!"
As soon as he heard a noise outside the door, Xia Zhen strode to his desk, spread out a sheet of Xuan paper, and muttered to himself.
"By the way, the palace recently adjusted the deployment of guards, and the patrol routes of the Imperial City Guard have also been changed. I need to draw all of this down and send it to His Highness as soon as possible. Delaying His Highness's important matters is no laughing matter."
There was no longer the slightest hesitation on his face, as if this was something he had long ago decided to do.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yu was already standing on the back wall, looking at the lights that had been lit up inside the Xia residence, and nodded in satisfaction.
Now, everything is ready except for the final push.
Looking up towards the palace, Zhao Yu muttered to himself, "The east wind must be coming soon; it's time for some people to die."
With a sway, Zhao Yu vanished.
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In the darkness of night, inside the Duting Post Station in Lin'an City, a young man was reading by lamplight.
After the Jin envoys entered the Song Dynasty, the Southern Song court sent envoys to escort them throughout the journey, and the prefectures of Xuyi, Pingjiang, and Zhenjiang along the way treated them to good food and drink.
Upon arriving in Lin'an, the Jin envoys stayed at the Duting Post Station, a special post station for receiving foreign envoys. They were accompanied by a host envoy throughout their stay, and were provided with food, drink, and supplies daily. All the hospitality was strictly in accordance with the Jin people's requirements, and no compromises were allowed.
The Jin people lived here more comfortably than they did in the north.
"Squeak~~~"
The door opened, and a person stepped in, approaching the person who was reading: "Your Highness, the people we sent out have returned empty-handed; they did not find the 'Military Manual of Yue Fei'."