The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

Chapter 327 Abnormality strikes, Song Yin’s vigilance

At the banquet, Wang Wushan drank a glass of wine and put down the glass.

"Actually, what I admire most are scientists!

"I don't admire academic bastards, I only admire real scientists..."

Bai Mo and Professor Zhang next to them were both a little embarrassed.

Bai Mo remained calm and did not look at Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang smacked his lips and thought to himself... Before the age of magic, he was still very capable of producing results, and he didn't seem to be considered an "academic bastard".

A group of people were chatting, and Wang Wushan suddenly put down his wine glass and looked at his phone.

“I’m flying back to Sichun tonight at nine o’clock.

"The company has something urgent!

“Expert Baimo, let’s end our conversation today.

"goodbye!"

After saying that, he stood up and left, walking in a hurry, passing through the crowd and disappearing into the night.

Professor Zhang and Master Chong were left looking at each other... What's going on with this kid?

Spending so much money to meet with the white ink expert, talk nonsense, not say anything serious, and leave early?

Bai Mo was also speechless.

This kid kept saying that he admired the white ink expert, but as soon as his Gu worm drank enough of the traitorous wine, he immediately got up and ran away.

Any talk of worship is all fake...

Or... he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to go back to Sichun as soon as possible to take revenge and protect the city?

Bai Mo smacked his lips, hugged his apprentice, took a sip of wine, and continued chatting with Master Chong and Professor Zhang.

"Master Chong, who are you, Wang Wushan?"

Mr. Chong smacked his lips, a little embarrassed.

“It’s a friendship from before the age of magic.

"That year, I went to Sichun to do business and accidentally overturned my car. The wealthy people there detained me and wanted to chop off one of my hands.

“My friends from the Flower and Bird Association helped me find him, and he came forward to get me.

"This person is still very loyal!"

Bai Mo smacked his lips.

Sure enough, before the advent of the age of magic, Master Chong was no longer a peaceful businessman.

A group of people were eating and drinking, and in Bai Mo's pocket, the phone vibrated again.

It was Mo Lanyou again, sending a message.

This guy surfs the Internet intensively every day and always forwards hot searches to Bai Mo immediately.

Bai Mo looked at the post he forwarded this time.

[Will the boss in Xizhou be attacked by the prince’s bloodline? 】

[I don’t think so. Is the prince’s bloodline that strong? Then our society is not far from collapse]

[Think about it, if in the ancient immortal dynasty, what would the bloodline of a prince be? It would be a prince! At least he's the little prince or lord of a prince's family or something like that. 】

[Who is the boss of Xizhou, the genius immortal? Is one party powerful? 】

[Whether the Xizhou boss can win, it feels hard to say]

Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and ignored the post.

Just as I was about to eat another piece of roast beef, another message popped up on my phone.

This time, it was not gossip, but someone in the high-level group of Xizhou Immortal Committee sent a message.

Professor Zhang also received it, with a solemn look on his face.

Mr. Chong was very smart and reacted instantly. He stood up with a glass of wine and went to chat with others with a smile.

Bai Mo looked at the group and saw that it was Song Yin who had sent the message.

[There is something abnormal in the prison]

[In today’s mental health test, most prisoners and staff in the prison have psychological problems]

【Including me】

[We all have weak willpower]

Is your willpower weak?

Can this be measured by a psychological test?

Bai Mo looked up at Professor Zhang.

But Professor Zhang also raised his head and whispered.

“It can really be measured.

"Song Yin...he is a top psychology expert."

Bai Mo continued to watch the group chat and saw that several other experts in the field of psychology, including Professor Lin, Professor Ye, and Professor Xu from the Xizhou Immortal Committee, were speaking in the group.

[This is nothing unusual, right? 】

[There is no doubt that the willpower of prisoners who are locked up in prison will be damaged]

[Prison staff are exposed to these things every day, and it is normal for them to feel depressed and have their willpower damaged]

[And don’t forget, this prison was created by Song Yin. There has never been such a perverted prison before.]

Forehead?

What this said makes sense.

Then Song Yin spoke to rebut.

[It is normal for criminals and staff to feel depressed and have impaired willpower]

[But my willpower is actually damaged, this is not normal! 】

[This means something abnormal must have happened! 】

A lot of people in the group were silenced by Song Yin's speech.

How do people evaluate this?

Is there anything different about you, Song Yin?

You are not a magician, you are just a mortal body. Why can't your willpower be damaged?

Song Yin continued to speak.

[I even suspect that the abnormality has expanded]

[I propose to conduct a mental health test on all members of the Xizhou Immortal Committee now and immediately! 】

Everyone in the crowd was still silent.

Song Yin's suggestion was a bit crazy.

But if you don't pay attention at all, it doesn't seem very practical.

Professor Zhang raised his head and said, "Expert Baimo, what do you think? How should we handle this?"

Bai Mo actually didn't find anything wrong with Xizhou.

But intuitively, he believed in Song Yin and felt that Song Yin was not the kind of unreliable and out-of-touch guy.

"How about a spot check?"

Professor Zhang nodded.

“This is a good idea.

“The impact of spot checks is small and will not cause chaos.

“It’s also fast and can get results faster.

"And...it gives Song Yin some face."

He typed immediately and made a suggestion in the group.

…

Every corridor and cell in the prison was illuminated by dense light bulbs, making it look like a pure white hell.

Only an office at the entrance of the prison was dark, with only the computer screen glowing.

This office belongs to Song Yin.

At this time, he sat in the dark, looked at the computer screen, and adjusted the screen brightness to a lower level.

"There must be something wrong!

"There must be something wrong!"

Seeing the spot check proposal in the group, he thought about it.

"It's okay to do random checks..."

Because in his intuition, the scope of this abnormal influence is probably quite large!

Even if there is a spot check, problems will definitely be found.

He made a proposal in the group.

[Professor Lin, Professor Ye, Professor Xu, the four of us, we will write out the test paper together to test mental health]

[In the case of spot checks, people from each sequence, rank, and department will be randomly selected]

[The test results are also evaluated jointly by the four of us]

Seeing that other experts in the group agreed with this plan, Song Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

…

Winery front yard.

The barbecue was still sizzling on the stove.

The administrators and workers were in groups, eating and drinking, enjoying themselves.

"Hey, when I first came here, I didn't expect that the salary of our newly established unit could be so high?"

"It's basically the one with the highest salary in the Xizhou Immortal Committee, right?"

"Our confidentiality level is also very high. You are not allowed to tremble quickly, you are not allowed to post on WeChat Moments, and all private messages are censored."

"So what? Our confidentiality is valuable!"

"Double Eleven is coming soon. If I hadn't come to this unit, my wallet would really be unbearable for my wife to spend money on."

"Hahahahaha."

"Shall we go toast the white ink expert to a drink?"

"Quickly pull me down! Don't bother people!"

"Huh? I have information here. Let me cooperate and do some kind of mental health test. You guys can chat first!"

Behind Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun were eating meat and looking at their phones.

Wu Qingyun is paying attention to the trends in the senior management group.

Fang Xiaoyu just received the mental health test notice.

…

The cool evening breeze blew away the aroma of barbecue fireworks and the laughter and laughter.

Beside the table, Professor Zhang finished his test paper and sent the answers to several experts for review... Yes, Professor Zhang was selected to take the test. Everyone agreed that if there was an abnormality, Professor Zhang would be the Sequence Seven most likely to be affected.

Professor Zhang didn't think it was an insult or a slight.

Because he himself thinks so too.

"I...well...I've really been feeling a little sleepy recently.

“But it should be fine, right?

"You feel sleepy in spring and tired in autumn. It should feel normal..."

As they were talking, several professors gave their test results.

[Professor Zhang, everything is normal]

The last one comes from Song Yin's evaluation.

[Professor Zhang, everything is normal]

Professor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

"Haha, I guess Song Yin thinks too much."

Then I saw the group, and one after another the experts' judgment results on other people were given.

Almost all of them are completely normal.

Occasionally, a few would give evaluations of [mild anxiety] [mild depression] [weak willpower].

But the work of the Immortal Committee is inherently stressful, so it is not strange that there are so few people who are mentally unhealthy.

Behind Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu's face was full of depression.

Her test result was, [mild anxiety]

"It's really unhealthy..."

Recently, she has been worrying about her parents' retirement and finding a partner, and often has trouble sleeping.

I took a test today and it turned out I was slightly anxious!

Professor Zhang and Bai Mo both grinned.

"A false alarm."

"Hahaha."

"Keep drinking, keep talking."

…

In a dark office.

Song Yin sat in front of the computer, and the computer screen illuminated his pale face.

"Are there no problems?

"Am I too worried?"

His face was dull, his eyes were lifeless, and he began to recall every thought and thought he had just had.

Even though the test results came in, he still felt something was wrong!

He always had the illusion that... it was as if his brain was covered with a layer of something, interfering with his judgment and affecting his thinking.

He stared at the screen, looking at the test paper he participated in, looking at each question, looking at the test results, and recalling the knowledge he had learned and the research he had done.

"Question 13, when you face the leader...

"Question 14: Do small things make you nervous and tired..."

A series of seemingly simple test questions make up an entire paper.

The reviewers will judge the test taker's mental state based on the answers to the entire questionnaire.

"Oh, Professor Ye's test results indicate that his willpower has become weak, which is abnormal...

"Oh, Professor Ye's test results indicate that his willpower has not become weak, which is normal..."

He was confused, speaking confusingly, and making inconsistent judgments.

"Oh, Professor Zhang's test results indicate that his willpower has become weak, which is abnormal...

"Oh, Professor Zhang's test results indicate that the willpower has not become weak, which is normal..."

He rubbed his forehead, feeling something wasn't right.

He pinched his forehead hard.

"I just... was my thought... tampered with?

"Is there such a thing?

"The martial will of Immortal Martial Sequence Seven?

"That's impossible!

"The influence of martial arts will is very small."

Snapped!

He slapped himself in the face.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

He drew his bow from left to right and slapped his face several times, leaving bright red palm prints and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Then he ran to the refrigerator next to him, took out a box of ice cubes, poured it into the washbasin, poured the water in, bent over and washed his face with ice water, then stuck his head in and washed his hair with ice water.

Wow…

His head was taken out of the ice water, his hair stuck to his scalp, and the ice water flowed down his cheeks.

But he still felt like something was wrong with him!

It was as if his head was covered by a strange layer of gauze, preventing him from waking up and making correct judgments.

He simply took out a small knife from his waist and inserted it into his left hand with a "puff" sound.

"ah……"

He screamed in pain!

This is a serrated knife dipped in pepper water!

The severe pain was like high-voltage electricity, rushing from the wound on the back of his hand to his nerves, his spine, and his brain!

After the severe pain, his brain regained consciousness for a moment.

"Huh? That's right, the evaluations of the three professors and I were all wrong!

"These people who were randomly checked are not without problems, they all have problems, and their willpower has become weak!"

Song Yin immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a voice message to the group.

"My cognition and that of the three professors have been tampered with. Almost all of the more than 200 people who were randomly checked had problems with their test results, and their willpower has become weak."

After he said this, he suddenly felt ridiculous again.

"What am I talking about? The test results are obviously fine, and everyone's willpower has not changed.

"Delete this voice message. It cannot be sent out."

He couldn't see that his face was already ferocious, his expression was distorted, and he was even bleeding from all his orifices!

It seemed like there was something fiercely contesting in his brain!

So much so that blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears...!

"I...I am Song Yin...

"I stand guard at the gate of pure white hell!"

He bit the tip of his tongue!

The sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, and severe pain hit his mind.

He let go and sent the voice message just now to the large group.

But after sending it, he felt something was wrong.

“What the hell am I posting?

"Isn't this making trouble?

"Withdraw quickly!"

Poof!

He pulled out the knife inserted into the back of his hand, only to see the flesh flying and the wound bleeding.

"I'm Song Yin!

"I stand guard at the gate of pure white hell!"

Taking advantage of the brief moment of rationality brought about by the severe pain, he raised his phone, threw it to the ground with a "pop", and smashed the screen with his feet.

…

Winery front yard.

The barbecue is coming to an end.

The waiter brought plates of fruits and snacks from the kitchen.

"Wow, this cake is very good. Can I take it home for my daughter to eat?"

"Bring it with you hahaha, we can't finish it anyway."

"They're all made of fresh cream, so they won't taste good if you wait overnight."

At the dining table next to him, Bai Mo looked at the phone screen and clicked on Song Yin's voice message. Before he could hear it, the message was withdrawn.

"well?"

[The administrator withdraws a member message]

administrator?

Aren't this large group of administrators Professor Zhang and President Chen Shu?

Bai Mo looked up and saw Professor Zhang looking depressed.

"This... my hand slipped!

"I'll send another message to ask, what happened to Song Yin?"

Bai Mo nodded.

His face was expressionless, but in fact he was alert.

Actually...there is something really abnormal!

He had already seen Song Yin's bloody appearance and his confrontation with him in the prison office!

Moreover, there might be something wrong with Professor Zhang sitting next to him!