Mo Jiuye smiled ambiguously as he walked up with the porcelain bottle he had taken from them in his hand.
"Were you looking for this?"
"Uh..."
"This is..."
Seeing the thing that was protecting their lives in someone else's hand, the two felt extremely troubled.
Mo Jiuye sneered and put away the porcelain bottle in his arms. Then he went straight to the point and asked, "Who sent you to Yuncheng?"
As he was asking, Mo Chuhan had already drawn out his waist saber and held it against the neck of the older Nanzheng man.
The Nanzheng man was so frightened that cold sweat streamed down. Although they had some martial arts skills, they had just felt that the skills of the people in front of them were far above theirs, especially Mo Jiuye, who was once the war god of Da Shun. They simply had no chance to make a move.
If they did not admit their Nanzheng identity, there might still be a ray of hope for survival.
"Good sir, spare me... We are commoners of Da Shun, not Nanzheng people!"
It had to be said that when this older Nanzheng man spoke, there was really no accent that could be heard at all. He sounded completely like a person of Da Shun.
Even so, no one would believe his words.
Mo Chuhan moved the saber against his neck again. The Nanzheng man could already feel a hint of chill. If the saber moved a bit more, it would probably draw blood.
"Good sir, spare me... I really am not a Nanzheng person."
Mo Chuhan snorted coldly, "Humph! Still being stubborn when facing death. I will let you experience a fate worse than death."
As he spoke, he had already shifted the position of the big saber in his hand. It went straight to cut off one ear of the older Nanzheng man.
"Ahhhh!" The Nanzheng man yelled out in pain. He reached up to cover where his ear used to be, looking at Mo Chuhan in horror.
At this time, Mo Chuhan had already raised his saber again, aiming at his other ear.
Seeing this, the Nanzheng man pleaded incessantly, "Good sir, spare me... I will tell you everything I know."
Hearing him say this, Mo Chuhan did indeed stop his movement.
Unexpectedly, taking advantage of the few seconds when he paused, the Nanzheng man actually rushed straight towards his big saber.
It was too late for Mo Chuhan to dodge. The big saber stabbed right into the Nanzheng man's chest without deviation.
Seeing this, Mo Jiuye was afraid that the other Nanzheng man would also commit suicide. He dashed over like lightning and controlled the man.
Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother also followed Ninth Brother's footsteps and surrounded the surviving Nanzheng man.
Now the surviving Nanzheng man could not commit suicide even if he wanted to. He was increasingly terrified. At one point, he even wanted to cover his ears, but his hands and feet were all under control so he could not move at all.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Mo Jiuye sneered, "As long as you are willing to answer my questions, I promise you will die without pain."
"Can I not die?" The horrible death of his companion was still fresh in his mind. As a survivor, who would be willing to die if they could live properly?
"No." Mo Jiuye's reply was very decisive.
Hearing this, the survivor's body shuddered. At the same time, he felt a stream of warmth between his legs...
Mo Chuhan turned his head in disgust, "How foul."
Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother had also never seen such a scene before. They did not expect that someone could actually lose control of their bladder because of fear.
Fifth Brother said impatiently, "Ninth Brother, hurry up with the interrogation."
Before his voice fell, Mo Chuhan had already raised his saber again, the blade tip pointing at the Nanzheng man's face.
The Nanzheng man was so frightened that his face lost all color. "Don't kill me, I'll talk, I'll tell everything."
After saying this, he looked at them again, thinking that they did not refute him, which meant they agreed not to kill him.
Mo Jiuye did not care about this person's thoughts at all. He asked in a deep voice, "Speak, who sent you here?"
"It... it was Mr. Si Meng."
"I knew it was him!" Mo Jiuye gnashed his teeth and said. Then he exchanged glances with his brothers.
The brothers all hated Si Meng. Hearing his name, they clenched their fists.
Mo Jiuye took a deep breath and continued to ask, "What did he send you here to do?"
"His treasured pet went missing. He sent us to look for it."
Speaking of Si Meng's treasured pet, the first thing that came to Mo Jiuye's mind was the golden eagle in his wife's space.
His wife had told him that the little thing usually looked like an ordinary white dove. But when it needed to carry out tasks or encountered danger, it would reveal an eagle-like mouth.
It seemed that Si Meng cared a lot about the little thing.
But now was not the time for him to think about those things. He needed to ask for some useful information.
"Where is Si Meng now?"
This was the key point that the Mo brothers desperately wanted to know.
"I don't know..."
"Dare to say you don't know, I'll take your life right now!"
Before the Nanzheng man could finish speaking, Mo Chuhan's big saber was already pointing at the top of his head. If he continued to say he didn't know, he would surely be split in half.
The Nanzheng man was so frightened that tears came out. He pleaded over and over, "Good sir, spare me... I really don't know about Si Meng's whereabouts."
From his reaction, it was not difficult to see that he was not lying.
Mo Jiuye still had other questions to ask. He was afraid Eighth Brother would kill the man on impulse, so he could only remind him.
"Eighth Brother."
Hearing Ninth Brother's reminder, although Mo Chuhan did not move the saber away, he also had no intention of striking down. It still remained above the Nanzheng man's head.
Taking this chance, Mo Jiuye came forward to ask, "If you don't even know about Si Meng's whereabouts, how do you take orders from him? "
In order to survive, the Nanzheng man had racked his brains to think.
He hoped that he could analyze and find out about Si Meng's whereabouts to give them an explanation.
After thinking it over, he decided to lay bare everything he knew.
"I was arranged by my master to gather intelligence within Da Shun's territory. My master once said that if Si Meng asked us to do something, we must obey."
Hearing this, Mo Chuhan couldn't wait to ask, "Who is your master?"
"My master is Nanzheng's Empress Yun Li." The Nanzheng man answered very readily, apparently not intending to lie.
Speaking of Yun Li, she was the one killed by Mo Jiuye. He actually had a lot of questions to ask.
The Nanzheng man in front of him could not leave this place alive anyway, so he had no misgivings.
"Isn't Yun Li already dead?"
The Nanzheng man was obviously very surprised to hear this. "You said my master is dead?"
Mo Jiuye sneered, "She died by my hand long ago."
The Nanzheng man was shocked. No wonder his master had not given him any tasks for so long.
But at the moment, he felt that the most important thing was still his own life. Therefore, he did not dare to actively inquire about the details.
Seeing that he said nothing, Mo Jiuye continued asking, "Since your master is dead, how did Si Meng order you to act?
Also, how many eyes like you did Yun Li arrange within Da Shun's territory?"
Mo Jiuye smiled ambiguously as he walked up with the porcelain bottle he had taken from them in his hand.
"Were you looking for this?"
"Uh..."
"This is..."
Seeing the thing that was protecting their lives in someone else's hand, the two felt extremely troubled.
Mo Jiuye sneered and put away the porcelain bottle in his arms. Then he went straight to the point and asked, "Who sent you to Yuncheng?"
As he was asking, Mo Chuhan had already drawn out his waist saber and held it against the neck of the older Nanzheng man.
The Nanzheng man was so frightened that cold sweat streamed down. Although they had some martial arts skills, they had just felt that the skills of the people in front of them were far above theirs, especially Mo Jiuye, who was once the war god of Da Shun. They simply had no chance to make a move.
If they did not admit their Nanzheng identity, there might still be a ray of hope for survival.
"Good sir, spare me... We are commoners of Da Shun, not Nanzheng people!"
It had to be said that when this older Nanzheng man spoke, there was really no accent that could be heard at all. He sounded completely like a person of Da Shun.
Even so, no one would believe his words.
Mo Chuhan moved the saber against his neck again. The Nanzheng man could already feel a hint of chill. If the saber moved a bit more, it would probably draw blood.
"Good sir, spare me... I really am not a Nanzheng person."
Mo Chuhan snorted coldly, "Humph! Still being stubborn when facing death. I will let you experience a fate worse than death."
As he spoke, he had already shifted the position of the big saber in his hand. It went straight to cut off one ear of the older Nanzheng man.
"Ahhhh!" The Nanzheng man yelled out in pain. He reached up to cover where his ear used to be, looking at Mo Chuhan in horror.
At this time, Mo Chuhan had already raised his saber again, aiming at his other ear.
Seeing this, the Nanzheng man pleaded incessantly, "Good sir, spare me... I will tell you everything I know."
Hearing him say this, Mo Chuhan did indeed stop his movement.
Unexpectedly, taking advantage of the few seconds when he paused, the Nanzheng man actually rushed straight towards his big saber.
It was too late for Mo Chuhan to dodge. The big saber stabbed right into the Nanzheng man's chest without deviation.
Seeing this, Mo Jiuye was afraid that the other Nanzheng man would also commit suicide. He dashed over like lightning and controlled the man.
Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother also followed Ninth Brother's footsteps and surrounded the surviving Nanzheng man.
Now the surviving Nanzheng man could not commit suicide even if he wanted to. He was increasingly terrified. At one point, he even wanted to cover his ears, but his hands and feet were all under control so he could not move at all.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Mo Jiuye sneered, "As long as you are willing to answer my questions, I promise you will die without pain."
"Can I not die?" The horrible death of his companion was still fresh in his mind. As a survivor, who would be willing to die if they could live properly?
"No." Mo Jiuye's reply was very decisive.
Hearing this, the survivor's body shuddered. At the same time, he felt a stream of warmth between his legs...
Mo Chuhan turned his head in disgust, "How foul."
Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother had also never seen such a scene before. They did not expect that someone could actually lose control of their bladder because of fear.
Fifth Brother said impatiently, "Ninth Brother, hurry up with the interrogation."
Before his voice fell, Mo Chuhan had already raised his saber again, the blade tip pointing at the Nanzheng man's face.
The Nanzheng man was so frightened that his face lost all color. "Don't kill me, I'll talk, I'll tell everything."
After saying this, he looked at them again, thinking that they did not refute him, which meant they agreed not to kill him.
Mo Jiuye did not care about this person's thoughts at all. He asked in a deep voice, "Speak, who sent you here?"
"It... it was Mr. Si Meng."
"I knew it was him!" Mo Jiuye gnashed his teeth and said. Then he exchanged glances with his brothers.
The brothers all hated Si Meng. Hearing his name, they clenched their fists.
Mo Jiuye took a deep breath and continued to ask, "What did he send you here to do?"
"His treasured pet went missing. He sent us to look for it."
Speaking of Si Meng's treasured pet, the first thing that came to Mo Jiuye's mind was the golden eagle in his wife's space.
His wife had told him that the little thing usually looked like an ordinary white dove. But when it needed to carry out tasks or encountered danger, it would reveal an eagle-like mouth.
It seemed that Si Meng cared a lot about the little thing.
But now was not the time for him to think about those things. He needed to ask for some useful information.
"Where is Si Meng now?"
This was the key point that the Mo brothers desperately wanted to know.
"I don't know..."
"Dare to say you don't know, I'll take your life right now!"
Before the Nanzheng man could finish speaking, Mo Chuhan's big saber was already pointing at the top of his head. If he continued to say he didn't know, he would surely be split in half.
The Nanzheng man was so frightened that tears came out. He pleaded over and over, "Good sir, spare me... I really don't know about Si Meng's whereabouts."
From his reaction, it was not difficult to see that he was not lying.
Mo Jiuye still had other questions to ask. He was afraid Eighth Brother would kill the man on impulse, so he could only remind him.
"Eighth Brother."
Hearing Ninth Brother's reminder, although Mo Chuhan did not move the saber away, he also had no intention of striking down. It still remained above the Nanzheng man's head.
Taking this chance, Mo Jiuye came forward to ask, "If you don't even know about Si Meng's whereabouts, how do you take orders from him? "
In order to survive, the Nanzheng man had racked his brains to think.
He hoped that he could analyze and find out about Si Meng's whereabouts to give them an explanation.
After thinking it over, he decided to lay bare everything he knew.
"I was arranged by my master to gather intelligence within Da Shun's territory. My master once said that if Si Meng asked us to do something, we must obey."
Hearing this, Mo Chuhan couldn't wait to ask, "Who is your master?"
"My master is Nanzheng's Empress Yun Li." The Nanzheng man answered very readily, apparently not intending to lie.
Speaking of Yun Li, she was the one killed by Mo Jiuye. He actually had a lot of questions to ask.
The Nanzheng man in front of him could not leave this place alive anyway, so he had no misgivings.
"Isn't Yun Li already dead?"
The Nanzheng man was obviously very surprised to hear this. "You said my master is dead?"
Mo Jiuye sneered, "She died by my hand long ago."
The Nanzheng man was shocked. No wonder his master had not given him any tasks for so long.
But at the moment, he felt that the most important thing was still his own life. Therefore, he did not dare to actively inquire about the details.
Seeing that he said nothing, Mo Jiuye continued asking, "Since your master is dead, how did Si Meng order you to act?
Also, how many eyes like you did Yun Li arrange within Da Shun's territory?"
