3538 The Harvest
Feng Jiu stood there silently watching him, a faint gleam in her eyes. “Not talking?” her languid voice said slowly. “That’s fine; I have plenty of ways to make you speak. It is entirely up to you whether you can bear them.”
The air current struck again, this time severing the tendons in his left leg. The man in the black robe gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt, his fists clenched tightly, his bloodthirsty and fierce gaze fixed on Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu curved her lips, raised her dagger, and made another cut while calmly saying, “People like you probably wouldn’t commit suicide. If you want to die more comfortably in a situation where you can’t escape, you should just tell me what I want to know.”
From a distance of one hundred metres away, Elder Yang and the Centennial Herbs Tower’s Master watched her emotionless face as she made one cut after another on the man. Their hearts couldn’t help but feel chilled. Even though they knew this man was a bloodstained villain, the sight of a woman acting so ruthlessly made them tremble.
Over there, Xuanyuan Mo Ze had already uncuffed the twelve people. He glanced at the scattered corpses around him and said to Yu Chengde, “Have someone collect the stuff on the ground.”
Yu Chengde knew what he meant and called two middle-aged men to collect all the valuable items from the bodies and hand them over to Xuanyuan Mo Ze.
Under his watch, nobody would steal anything. After all, Master Ling’s power was so overwhelming that they were in awe of him and didn’t dare have any other plans.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze looked over the corpses with his hands behind his back. For someone of his strength, these people were like ants; he could easily crush them without much effort.
“Master Ling, this is what we found on those men in black. Please take a look,” Yu Chengde said, handing over the item with both hands.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at them, took the space ring, scanned its contents with his divine sense, and stored the ring. Then he ordered Yu Chengde, “Dispose of the corpses.”
“Yes, yes,” Yu Chengde replied and quickly ordered his men to clean up.
Walking over to Feng Jiu, Xuanyuan Mo Ze noticed the man on the ground was on his dying breath. He created a soundproof boundary barrier beside Feng Jiu.
“That’s about it,” Xuanyuan Mo Ze said.
“Mm, I think so too,” Feng Jiu said as he stepped forward to step on the man. As she flicked a pill into his throat, the man on the ground opened his mouth and let out a miserable scream.
“This is the harvest,” Xuanyuan Mo Ze said as he handed her the interspatial ring.
Feng Jiu accepted it with a smile and said, “We’ll find a pawn shop later to pawn all of this.”
“Alright.”
After the two of them talked for a while, Feng Jiu looked at the man on the ground and asked quietly, “What is the eight trigram mirror for? What do you plan to do with it?”
The expression of the man in the black robe became somewhat distorted. He felt as if he was losing control. He was about to say something, but he gritted his teeth and held back.
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