Lin Xiao was present, and he wouldn't let this young security guard be killed so easily.
This was their clue, and he didn't want it to be broken.
Lin Xiao ensured the man remained conscious, but even so, the security guard kept repeating the same phrase.
"Boundless bliss, everywhere."
"This person's pain receptors must have been severed," Lin Xiao surmised after a quick examination. This man had significant issues; not only were his pain receptors cut, but he also seemed to lack any emotional response.
No wonder he had felt something was strange about these two security guards from the moment they arrived. Their every word and action was too precise, so precise it was like that of machines.
A person whose pain receptors were severed and whose brain region responsible for emotions was also damaged.
Emotions were suppressed infinitely, leading to actions that were like those of a machine.
This was something that could only be achieved through drugs, and constant use of drugs at that.
Was this one of the true faces of the Blissful Cult?
Using drugs to suppress humanity, using drugs to amplify pleasure, using severed pain receptors to reduce suffering, and adding the Ning family's unique method of weakening a person's sense of presence—this was how the Blissful Cult operated.
"..."
At this moment, Ming Yi remained silent.
He was far too familiar with this technique.
In fact, "familiar" was an understatement; he had seen this technique his entire life.
This was one of the Ning family's techniques, and a forbidden one at that.
It was a technique passed down through generations of the Ning family, through which countless death warriors had been trained. The very survival of the Ning family was due to this technology.
However, the Ning family had prohibited the use of this technique decades ago. It was considered against heavenly principles, so it was banned early on.
But naturally, there were those who had mastered this technique and disagreed.
These individuals had left long ago, and the Ning family had searched for them everywhere.
In essence, the people of the Blissful Cult, the ones behind the scenes, were from the Ning family.
They were operating in the shadows, which was why these individuals still existed in the world.
"Speak."
Ming Yi touched a point on the back of the man's head. Then, his fingertip moved, and a silver needle was withdrawn from the man's skull.
Within ten seconds of the needle being removed, the security guard, who had previously shown no emotion, finally displayed a flicker of expression on his face.
"Let me go... Let me go!" he shouted. "If you treat me like this, you will soon receive the divine punishment of the Blissful God! The God of Bliss will soon rule this world!"
Even with his emotions returning, his way of speaking was still... troublesome.
He was clearly thoroughly brainwashed, or perhaps possessed. Even if his emotions were no longer suppressed, it wouldn't cause much of a stir.
"Calm down," Ming Yi said, placing a finger on the man's glabella. "What did you gain from joining the Blissful Cult? Did you become their guard dog, or have you truly received the blessings of the God of Bliss?"
"God of Bliss, grant me power!"