Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 751 646: Acute Outbreak of Group Hysteria

Nan Zhubin's gaze locked onto Ah Lai's face like a probe, and [Micro-expression Analysis·Interdiate] automatically began to run.

[Sunken eye sockets, red blood vessels spreading in the whites of the eyes]

[Frequent trembling of the upper eyelid, sluggish eye movent, occasional loss of focus]

[Muscles of the hand gripping the wooden stick are stiff and slightly trembling, chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths...]

This is how Nan Zhubin saw Ah Lai, countless details forming an individual composed of a heap of information.

But in Uncle Chen's eyes, Ah Lai was vivid and simple—a tired, angry, yet therefore about to explode, wild thin beast.

In Uncle Chen's past years, he had seen similar people, and he knew that facing such a person, words were useless.

—No, there wasn't even a chance to "say anything." Before the other completely exploded, he might only have ti for one sentence of explanation, then he would have to accept the punishnt for deceiving the villagers for so long.

Uncle Chen looked at the wooden stick in Ah Lai's hand, feeling a sense of release akin to liberation.

The thin young man opposite had already made a stance to charge.

"Ah Lai..." Though he felt relieved in his heart, Uncle Chen still instinctively opened his mouth at this mont.

But this speech, whose subsequent content was unknown, just barely started and was interrupted by Nan Zhubin.

"You seed to have stayed outside the tent for a while just now, what did you hear?" Nan Zhubin asked.

This remark was like igniting a volcano.

"He's a fraud, and you're even more of a fraud!" Ah Lai shook his head as he charged forward, "Talking about making people sleep, making people see the Dragon King, you..."

Oh, he heard that much, then it'll be easy.

Nan Zhubin raised his hand.

"You're very tired now, sleep."

At the start of his conversation with Uncle Chen, he had already demonstrated with his middle finger pressing against his thumb. Although his fingers had since relaxed, they maintained the general shape.

At this mont, there was no need for any adjustnt in facing the charging Ah Lai—

"Snap"

A crisp sound.

Uncle Chen only felt a dark shadow pass by, stirred by a decisive charge.

But the person wrapped in this wind—

"Puff"

Uncle Chen felt his body bounce slightly against the bedding.

He blinked, seemingly unable to understand why his view contained only one Nan Zhubin—or rather, only one standing Nan Zhubin.

He then slowly turned his neck, looking to his side.

Ah Lai was lying there, currently sleeping as if he had passed out.

Uncle Chen was montarily unsure of how to react, but his body moved on its own.

A quilt covered Ah Lai's body.

Nan Zhubin's voice belatedly sounded at this mont: "It's clear, recently he has indeed been quite dutiful in maintaining the Dragon King. Of all the people I've hypnotized, he is sleeping the deepest."

Uncle Chen's neck and brain montarily got stuck: "…Is…this it?"

This sentence did not receive a response imdiately.

Uncle Chen stood trembling, taking two steps forward, then realized that Nan Zhubin's face at this mont had none of the relaxation he had.

The young consultant's expression was grave, his eyes unfocused.

A breath later, his eyes regained their spirit.

"No... It's just beginning."

Saying that, Nan Zhubin stepped forward and opened the tent.

The scene outside ca into view—just five steps from the tent, several villagers previously marked by Nan Zhubin as "Spiritual Defenders" were looking at each other.

More villagers were gathering in this direction.

Uncle Chen suddenly realized sothing, his face instantly turning white.

Hearing the previous conversation in the tent between Nan Zhubin and him, might not have been only Ah Lai.

And even if these "Spiritual Defenders" didn't hear the conversation, the nearly uncontrollable emotional debate between him and Ah Lai after he stord in was definitely enough to penetrate the tent's soundproofing.

Delivered into these people's ears.

....

The air outside the tent had already solidified—

The villagers' distance from the open-top was not far, enough to catch fragnts of the argunt between Ah Lai and Uncle Chen.

These Spiritual Defenders, originally filled with outward power, seed now as if their spines had been removed, not daring to take a step towards the tent, only whispering among each other, confirming softly, or even starting to argue.

Similarly, their words spread out, reaching those villagers originally tidying offerings near the shrine, and those performing daily prayers.

"Why did Ah Lai and Uncle Chen start arguing? They..."

"Was that Uncle Chen's voice? Did he say... the Dragon King is made up?"

"Did he just say... Dragon Scale is indeed a skin disease? Just like those professors said before?"

"It's fake... I must be mistaken! How could Uncle Chen deceive us?"

No one, like Ah Lai, had the courage to venture inside; they were just frozen in place, expressions incredulous.

They looked at each other, eyes full of panic and hope, so instinctively raised a hand to the rash on their arms, fingertips trembling across the skin, as if confirming sothing.

An indescribable atmosphere was accumulating. Li Lingling, holding a little girl on the edge of the crowd, only felt that the crowd under this atmosphere was more terrifying than in just now's chaos.

"Xiao Wang, what's the situation now?" The voice of the camp command center ca from Wang Lili's phone. The young social worker's hand trembled, montarily unsure how to report.