Mo Qiong brought a hypnotist and a thick list to a household.
"Knock, knock..."
"Who is it?"
"Package delivery." Mo Qiong spoke from outside while beginning to pick the lock.
"I didn't order anything!" the person inside said, puzzled.
"Are you Bason? This is your package." Mo Qiong said.
The sound of his slippers came from inside, then seemed to stop at the door. "This isn't my package. You've got the wrong person!"
After saying that, Bason suddenly moved away from the door, showing no intention of opening it.
"Hm?" Mo Qiong's hand jerked, and he pushed the door open.
After entering, Mo Qiong had intended to deal with the totem immediately, but something unexpected happened this time.
Seeing that Mo Qiong had opened the door himself, Bason ran to the totem, pulled out the small sacrificial knife, and swiftly thrust it toward his own neck.
To stop him from committing suicide, Mo Qiong drew his gun at lightning speed and instantly fired a bullet.
"Pfft!" Flesh flew everywhere. The knife clattered to the floor, while the bullet directly severed three of Bason's fingers. Blood poured down in torrents.
"What are you doing?"
Mo Qiong strode forward and restrained him with one hand. "Why were you trying to kill yourself?"
Something was wrong. He had seen countless totem worshippers before. They had all looked bewildered before obediently allowing themselves to be arrested. After all, totem worship did not have much power to incite people. Even if the totem was burned right in front of its believers, they would not get angry.
But this one had decisively attempted suicide the moment he realized Mo Qiong had entered. This...
Mo Qiong frowned, immediately realizing that this man's identity was probably not simple.
"Hypnotize him," Mo Qiong said.
Hearing this, Bason let out