The Demon Lords

Chapter 963 - 217: Internal Devil

"I’ll go."

Zheng Fan had a smile on his lips as he spoke, giving no sense of reluctance or hesitation, instead exuding an absolute confidence.

The blind man was momentarily stunned, then realized what was happening, a smile also appearing on his face.

Siniang covered her mouth, letting out an enchanting, mesmerizing laugh.

Ever since waking up in this world,

Zheng Fan had been learning, with much to learn,

learning martial arts,

learning warfare,

learning social skills,

learning everything he needed to use.

Like a newborn taking steps to explore this unknown world.

Gradually, even the demon lords, including Zheng Fan himself, would begin to overlook certain things.

For example,

when facing this situation,

the blind man hadn’t considered the possibility of my lord stepping in until my lord spoke, reminding the blind man that in his past life, my lord was indeed the lead artist of horror comics.

Lord Zheng always liked to say, "Each field has its experts,"

so Lord Zheng often entrusted various matters confidently to the demon lords, believing that a leader who delegates well cannot be a bad leader, unlike those who micromanage everything.

But this situation,

just happened to be right down Zheng Fan’s alley.

As the events were examined,

the arrival of the princess and her entering the mansion,

agitated Shatuo Queshi, seemingly providing a chance for it to "awaken" from its daze;

Shatuo Queshi attempted to utilize Mo Wan to transform its zombie aura and resentment into psychic power in an attempt to secretly confront the princess.

However, the princess’s will was too resolute, and Shatuo Queshi was not adept in this skill, potentially leading to danger for both Mo Wan and Shatuo Queshi or even facing a counterattack.

Thus, what’s required is a manipulator skilled in this art, willing to have Mo Wan give up its power and authority to.

The answer is simple and singular, only Zheng Fan.

The blind man got up, walked over to Zheng Fan, and placed a hand on Zheng Fan’s forehead.

"Anything else you’d like to say, my lord?" the blind man asked.

Siniang reprimanded, "Blind man, can’t you say something auspicious?"

The blind man retorted, "Should I be flattering, claiming my lord will surely succeed? Among ourselves, can’t we jinx ourselves a bit?"

Siniang suddenly thought the blind man had a point.

Zheng Fan replied, "You need to trim your nails. They’ve turned yellow from eating too many oranges."

The blind man laughed, "Understood, my lord."

Then,

the blind man began attempting to enter Zheng Fan’s consciousness,

Zheng Fan voluntarily opened up his mind, allowing the blind man to establish a mental connection with him.

This was a connection beyond the usual "mind chain," allowing their minds to bond more closely.

After all, anything on the mental plane is highly technical and allows no room for error.

Once the connection was established, the blind man attempted again to contact the psychic force emanating from Mo Wan.

Zheng Fan had heard of the term "stream of consciousness" before; now, he truly experienced this feeling, as if his body had turned into flowing water, being enveloped and carried along.

Upon meeting another stream, there was initially a clear sense of rejection from the other side.

This was Mo Wan’s reaction upon noticing the blind man’s spiritual approach again, as it was being held by Shatuo Queshi’s real stone, yet the blind man was in and out like a spectator.

But soon, Mo Wan detected a very familiar consciousness within the blind man’s spirit and released its restraints.

...

"Buzz!"

Zheng Fan appeared in the adjacent room, with the blind man beside him.

The blind man still donned a tracksuit, while Zheng Fan was in hospital garb.

"It’s just like the real thing,"

Zheng Fan marveled.

This was an incredibly real dream, devoid of any dreamy confusion.

"My lord, we don’t have much time. The reality of this illusion isn’t merely Mo Wan’s power, but likely Shatuo Queshi’s power too.

The situation before us is that Shatuo Queshi chose the method he is least skilled at to demand an explanation from the princess, like two armies clashing; if the princess stands firm, Shatuo Queshi is bound to crumble after failing to break through for long.

If the princess has a magical artifact that influences psychic power, she could counterattack when Shatuo Queshi collapses."

"What will be the outcome of the counterattack?"

"There’s a term, ’consciousness reverse implantation,’ akin to how a hypnotist, after hypnotizing you, proceeds to implant deep consciousness, somewhat like a puppet."

"I understand."

Zheng Fan was about to check out the next room but was stopped by the blind man grasping his arm.

"My lord, your face."

Even in a dream, one must disguise their identity.

Only then did Zheng Fan notice the difference in attire; the blind man’s outfit looked stylish, but why was he in this set of clothes?

Seemingly sensing Zheng Fan’s curiosity, the blind man directly explained,

"This is the manifestation of my lord’s consciousness upon entering, and it can be changed."

"Oh."

Zheng Fan reached out, tore off a piece of the tablecloth, and covered his face with it.

Then, Zheng Fan left that room, witnessing a scene in the master bedroom that had remained unchanged for a long time.