The first time Ke Meng had used Synesthesia to sense the being behind Shadow Stream, he had relied on this Old-Fashioned Radio.
He had not used it for a long time afterward, but using it again was no problem. His resistance was no longer what it had once been, and he could easily withstand the radio's beguiling influence.
Ke Meng brought over the Old-Fashioned Radio, placed it on the floor, and pressed play right in front of the shadow.
The shadow seemed deeply uneasy, afraid of betraying the organization.
Ke Meng had not yet used the Lightning Dharma King brainwashing method on it, mainly because the radio would contaminate it a second time. Better to let it listen to the radio first. Perhaps it would remember something.
Static hissed.
A rustling hiss came from the radio. The shadow squirmed restlessly, but it was no use. Ke Meng personally stood guard in the room and would not go anywhere.
"Aren't you scared? You'll go mad too!" The shadow was not actually afraid of listening to the radio. It was afraid it would remember something, then accidentally let Ke Meng pry its mouth open.
The shadow did not want to become a traitor. What it feared was betraying the organization.
"You're not even afraid of going mad. What do I have to fear?" Ke Meng countered.
The Shadow Stream deacon refused to let it go. "How can you guarantee you won't go mad? I don't believe you."
Ke Meng said nothing. He was waiting for the old radio to show its power.
Before long, the sound from the radio finally began to distort beyond anything normal. It was hoarse and grating, making anyone who heard it want to tear themselves apart.
Ke Meng remained unmoved. Sounds like these could no longer affect