Thousands of Hearts

If the function of the eternal silk thread is effective, Wang Yiyang intends to use its particularity to connect himself with a part of the old gods.

The rat-headed old god didn't seem to be taken seriously by the existence above his head, so he dared to do it so casually.

But that's all. Before the gate of the void is completed, he must be careful.

This universe is much bigger than the stars, and who knows how much trouble is hidden.

Early the next morning.

Wang Yiyang sent Jayne and Mirissa out of the villa and let them go home.

And Mirissa's parents also returned home early, and the family cried with each other in their arms, weeping with joy, and it was regarded as a life after the catastrophe.

Although they didn't know who saved them because of hypnosis, it was the fact that Wang Yiyang helped Mirissa.

So the two took Mirissa together and came to give gifts to thank them.

Wang Yiyang accepted their wishes politely.

The matter came to an end.

And the node he valued, Jayne Potter, started his own relocation plan.

And Wang Yiyang began to study how to make a person willingly dedicate and burn all of himself.

Especially if it is completely voluntary, not under hypnosis.

For this reason, he made a special trip to the local university and found Haru, an old professor who studies psychology.

"About your question, I can get very limited answers." The old professor sat by the window sill, holding his reading glasses, and answered slowly.

"Man is a very complicated animal, and his psychology is a very changing environment. You can't ask people to be consistent forever.

Because the external environment is changing, and people's hearts will also change with external things. So your question itself is not valid. "The old professor replied word by word.

"So, what is the psychology of those who voluntarily sacrifice everything for their ideals?"

Although Wang Yiyang is also a master of hypnosis, in terms of psychology, he is more inclined to learn from local scholars the system and experience of people here.

After all, the cultural environment and crowd society are all different.

Therefore, the old professor who has studied here for decades will definitely allow him to have a better and more complete understanding of the psychology of the people here.

The old professor sighed.

"Historically, there have been many such idealists. The reason why they were able to overcome their physical instincts and fear of death, I think, to a large extent, was their emotions and impulses that acted on them."

"Emotion and impulse?"

"Yes." The old professor nodded, "Some people rely on their emotions and forcibly suppress their instinctive fears. The emotions they rely on are long-lasting, strong, and unwavering. They substitute themselves into a kind of martyr, or victim In order to make one's own death more meaningful, so as to realize the promotion of self-worth.

In the end, the sublimation of self-worth brings them an incomparable sense of self-satisfaction, so that they can overcome the fear of death. "

"Is there another one?" Wang Yiyang already realized something when he heard this. This is also very similar to Qunxing.

"There is another kind, that is impulsive personality. This type of person is easily influenced by short-term strong emotions, thus ignoring everything, regardless of death.

This kind of person is much simpler, that is, the impulsive personality that we say is easy to get on top of. "

The old professor smiled and explained, "Actually, when I was young, I had such an impulsive personality, but now that I am older, I know that I have adjusted myself."

He looked at Wang Yiyang who was sitting on the sofa by the door, took out a cigarette from the drawer, and gently stuffed it into his pipe.

"Do you want some?"

"No, thank you. I don't smoke." Wang Yiyang shook his head, "I probably understand. Thank you for your explanation this time. This is a little thought."

He stood up, put on his hat, gently took out a small paper bag from his pocket, and placed it on the desk in the office.

"You are welcome. You can come here to ask questions at any time. If you are interested, I will hold a lecture in the school lecture every week here, and you can come and listen in."

The old professor smiled and put away the red envelope.

"Okay." Wang Yiyang nodded.

out of the office.

He walked down the stairs of the teaching building.

I already have a certain plan for the three nodes in the mission.

Jayne can start with feelings.

This young man places a high value on commitment and affection, so this is easy to achieve.

And the other two.

Seneca Sal, Bellanciman Ben.

The two have different personalities and need other methods.

After leaving the university, Wang Yiyang quickly started to locate the largest consortium in the local area - the Ken Consortium.

The Ken Consortium controls most of the mines, supermarkets, and automobiles in Beilian City.

It is the strongest capital second to none.

Wang Yiyang took a taxi and went straight to the Ken Building in the city center without stopping.

This is a 30-story building invested and built by the Ken Consortium.

It is also a landmark building in the entire shell chain city.

It can be seen from a distance around that there are many guards and security guards guarding the building.

The office workers who came in and out were well-dressed and looked human, far more decent than the people working in other buildings.

Wang Yiyang even sensed a strange aura from the surrounding security guards.

Although it was very faint, it was obviously an aura that surpassed ordinary people.

"Sure enough, the capital that can dominate a place has different special powers." Wang Yiyang knew it in his heart, and after paying the money, he got out of the car slowly.

Slowly walked towards the entrance of the building gate.

"Show your access card, please?" the security guard at the gate stopped him.

"Here." Wang Yiyang flicked his finger, and a pure white card suddenly appeared on his fingertips.

"Okay, please come in." The security guard nodded, and it was considered a pass.

He never thought that someone might be impersonating him, because this is the Ken Consortium, a behemoth that eats both black and white in the main body.

Those who dare to make trouble here will not see the sun of tomorrow the next day.

Wang Yiyang put away the card. This card was just an illusion created by him imitating the others.

On the surface, it looks like there are cards in his hand, but in fact he has nothing in his hand.

Slowly walking into the building, Wang Yiyang looked around the first floor.

In the empty hall, there are several piles of black leather sofas, and the huge crystal chandelier is like a work of art, heavy and crystal clear.

There are also bookshelves and coffee machines in the corner for people to rest and read.

He paused, and went straight to the elevator upstairs.

The elevator here is still quite old-fashioned, and a man stands outside to operate it by hand.

"Which floor do you want to go to?" the elevator master asked Wang Yiyang softly.

"Which floor is the general manager's office on?" Wang Yiyang asked back.

There was a strange look in his eyes.

"Tenth floor." The elevator master replied softly with his eyes fixed.

Soon, the elevator door opened, and Wang Yiyang walked in slowly.

After a while, exit the Ken Building.

Wang Yiyang walked out with a smile on his face, and he quickly got into a white car that had been waiting for a long time, and drove towards the distance.

inside the car.

The middle-aged man sitting in the co-pilot, dressed in leather and leather shoes, has an extraordinary temperament, and is reporting the situation to Wang Yiyang very respectfully at this time.

So the information about the Ken Consortium was revealed in his mouth one by one.

"Stop, I don't want to hear this nonsense. Find out all the information on these two people."

Wang Yiyang condensed the appearances of the two behind, Seneca and Bellanciman, into an illusion and showed it to the middle-aged man.

This person is the controller of the Ken Consortium in the entire Shell City, the underground emperor of the Shell City, Dovila.

Dorvila looked at the photo.

"Don't worry, at this time tomorrow, the information about them will be automatically placed on your desktop."

"Well, if you do well, I will give you a little reward first."

In fact, Wang Yiyang did not hypnotize him, but simply used longevity and strength as a temptation to forcefully lure the other party over and obey him.

Dovira looked overjoyed and nodded quickly.

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Well, in addition, I need you to mobilize manpower and financial resources to build this."

Wang Yiyang stretched out his finger and moved away a little.

Suddenly, an invisible message flooded into Dorvila's mind.

He quickly understood the material, size, and style of the Void Gate to be built.

"My subordinates will be able to finish it soon." He replied solemnly.

"Very well, I will keep watching you." Wang Yiyang smiled.

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Seneca is a nurse.

She likes to sit at the end of the hospital corridor after work every day, looking at the night scene outside the window, in a daze alone.

She is very beautiful, with a good figure, her slender legs are covered under the white nurse uniform, and her every move is full of seductive girlish charm.

So many people pursued her in the hospital, but in the end she refused them all.

Because she knows her purpose.

She is a very ambitious person, and the ordinary life is not enough to meet her needs.

To find, she also wanted to find a man with great power.

She doesn't want to live such a poor and ordinary life again!

Absolutely not.

Seneca sat at the end of the corridor, quietly looking out of the window as always, with her legs stretched out, leaning against the edge of the chair, her beautiful legs wrapped in nurse's white silk, constantly attracting the attention of everyone passing by the corridor.

This is also one of her goals - to show herself fully.

On weekdays, many people also bring money to strike up a conversation because of this.

Today, it is no exception.

"Good afternoon, beautiful lady." A handsome, well-dressed, blond man with very noble demeanor slowly stopped beside her.

"My name is Tuxi, the moment I passed by here and saw your figure, I thought I saw the good stars in the night, you are so beautiful that my eyes cannot be used for any other purpose!

So I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart, and wanted to step forward and take the initiative to get acquainted with you. "

The man's voice has an inexplicable aria, and the voice line is also her favorite type.

Seneca just looked up, and the moment he saw the other party, he became intoxicated in his heart.

The other party turned out to be the perfect type that she had been longing for and fantasizing deep down in her heart.

Coupled with the elegant and exquisite clothing on her body, it perfectly meets the financial conditions for her to find a match.