Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 894 Say hello to Old Ma

He Songling didn't expect that before he even saw Wang Ye's spring outing picture, he would first see Zhuge Liang's jungle battle picture.

Zhuge Qing is a cunning and wicked man, whose wicked sense of humor is no less than that of his inner demons.

This is only natural, since inner demons don't arise out of thin air; they are simply a collection of Zhuge Qing's own negative thoughts.

This guy has been itching to beat up Wang Ye for a long time.

Wang Ye's Feng Hou Qi Men was completely useless. He Songling created this thing specifically to counter Feng Hou Qi Men, and even his Seventy-Two Transformations were ineffective.

This is the special effect that Zhuge Qing wanted to experiment with in the Time Chamber, but couldn't because neither Zhang Lingyu nor Xia He knew Qimen.

Qimen Dunjia is ineffective.

Faced with Wang Ye's Feng Hou Qi Men, no matter if it was Tu He Che or Huo Liu Li, or Luan Jin Tuo or Qi Shi Er Bian, none of them worked. Zhuge Qing drove his mecha directly into it. The spells landed on the Heart Demon Mecha and immediately dissipated. In fact, the force of the charge was so great that even the Qi Men formation was in danger of collapsing.

In other words, Wang Ye's Feng Hou Qi Men formation is located inside the body, with the central palace fixed in the heart. If it were another Qi Men formation that opens outwards, it would have collapsed long ago.

In other words, the new and unusual method that He Songling taught Zhuge Qing could turn all the sorcerers in the world into ordinary people who only knew how to use fists and feet.

Although warlocks should learn some other spells, if their primary spell is useless, they are basically at the mercy of others and can be slaughtered at will.

"What kind of public enemy are we, with our Eight Extraordinary Skills?" Wang Ye, after being beaten, stood up, covered in dust and clutching his back, and said with a wry smile, "You are the real public enemy."

He crippled the opponent's methods with a single move; if he's not the public enemy, who is?

"I'm not afraid. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. There are gods here, why would it be my turn?" Zhuge Qing said nonchalantly. As long as it works, that's fine. Your methods are useless in front of me, do you still dare to target me? Then I'll recreate the scene from back then where Senior He single-handedly took on the entire circle of supernatural beings.

"Even the old immortals will ascend to heaven one day; none of the immortals in history are still on Earth," Xia He, ever eager to stir up trouble, "kindly" reminded him from behind.

"That's fine too. I'll just spread a rumor that it was given to me by my ancestors. If you're so capable, go ask the president of Trinity University to verify it." In the two years that Zhuge Qing has been studying with He Songling, he has learned far more than just Qimen Dunjia. He has also learned this shamelessness.

“Hesitate.” Wang Ye gave a thumbs up. “You do this kind of work. So, what’s next?” He turned to look at He Songling.

"Wait for Lao Ma."

"Who?"

“Ma Xianhong, Ma Benzai’s great-grandson, is the inheritor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements. He wants to win you over.”

He Songling couldn't help but laugh as he spoke: "This kid, who came from a remote mountain village, is truly worthy of being a village chief. While Sanyi University and Nadutong are already mass-producing weapons, this kid is still tinkering with his furnace."

Although He Songling understood that Ma Xianhong's obsession with creating that cultivation furnace to turn everyone into superhumans was actually something Qu Tong had forcibly implanted into his mind using the Double-Handed Technique, and its essence was to train Qu Tong as a henchman.

However, although Ma Xianhong's key perceptions were manipulated, his daily access to information was not hindered. Everyone at Na Du Tong was now equipped with two to three functional standard magical artifacts for duty; surely he knew this, and didn't he have any other thoughts?
However, it seems too arbitrary to be so harsh on Ma Xianhong. It's hard to say how much control Qu Tong has over him. Perhaps every time he wants to go out and explore the development of his fellow weapon refiners, Qu Tong will stop him?
However, on the other hand, the obstacle facing Qu Tong, while not the biggest, is certainly the most direct and troublesome. It shouldn't be anything else, but rather Wang Zizhong. He Songling has calculated that this old bastard is still alive, so how come Qu Tong has managed to refrain from dealing with him?
"Another one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?" Zhang Lingyu looked at his palm, thought about the Tongtian Talisman, and had some strange thoughts in his mind.

He had fallen from a high-ranking figure in the entire world of supernatural beings to the point where he was no longer even a standout among his peers.

Even if you practice this Heavenly Talisman, how much stronger can it really be?

Zhang Lingyu actually wanted to ask someone, but having been expelled from the sect, he couldn't ask either his master or senior brothers. Of the people following He Songling, Xia He was direct and had strong desires—the stronger the better. Wang Ye, on the other hand, was uninterested in anything; neither side had much influence on him, and he could only tell himself to follow his heart. As for Zhuge Qing, he was very cunning, and talking to him was exhausting.

Zhang Lingyu felt extremely troubled.

That night.

"Dang, Dang, Dang!"

A mechanical knocking sound came from the door of the hotel room.

"coming."

While playing cards, He Songling, who hadn't used any supernatural abilities to cheat and whose face was covered in strips, flipped the card table over and prepared to get up and go to the door.

"I think he's the one who called them over." Wang was also a little heartbroken; he had a really good hand and was poised for a big win.

“I think so too.” Zhuge Qing agreed wholeheartedly. “How could it be so fast? They said they wanted to find this person during the day, and then they showed up at the door at night.”

In fact, the two of them were right. It would be quite troublesome for someone from such a large city as the capital to come knocking. In the original novel, the capital city arc took many days to finally arrive before Ma Xianhong's Ru Hua finally showed up.

He Songling was so frustrated by his loss that he used the Fate Thread to pull these beautiful puppets over.

"Hi!"

He Songling greeted the eerie female doll standing at the door, who looked like a female ghost, with a smile: "Come in and sit down."

Ru Hua floated in like that.

"Is the surveillance camera on?" He Songling poked at Ruhua a couple of times, feeling that there was a slight connection problem. He then modified it again, and now it could upload high-definition signals to the satellite through Ruhua's eyes. As long as Ma Xianhong was connected to the network, he could watch the live broadcast.

"You're making all this fancy stuff. Why don't you just let it carry a phone to do a live stream? That would be so much more convenient."

Then He Songling led Ru Hua around and said, "Old Ma, you don't need to bother looking for anyone else. Phone numbers aren't easy to get anyway. Everyone's here. I've collected them all for you. Come and say hello to them."

"Zhuge Qing."

"Wang also."

"Xia He."

"Humph!"

"What's going on with that hum?" He Songling was immediately displeased when he heard the same voice that Li Muxuan used to jump off the roof of Sanyi Gate back then coming from his room. "I'll give you another chance. Old Ma is an honest kid. Greet him properly and be polite."

"Zhang Lingyu," Zhang Lingyu said coldly, forced into a reluctance.

Zhang Lingyu felt an urge to summon lightning to strike this thing that looked like an evil spirit, even though he was greeting it.

(End of this chapter)