Chapter 315

But soon he returned to that calm expression.

His appearance caused a cold smile to appear on Yuan Zuozong's face again.

The next moment, another lash of the whip came down fiercely.

And this whip lashed fiercely across the man's cheek.

Soon, a somewhat hideous wound appeared on the man's face, making him look exceptionally terrifying.

And the pain on his face was many times more intense than on his body.

Suffering such a blow, the man let out a muffled groan from his mouth.

Even though he was gritting his teeth, one could feel the immense pain he was enduring at this moment.

But the wound on his face was too large, making him unable to even scream.

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"Yuan Zuozong."

Suddenly, Ying Mo's voice sounded in the darkness, cold and chilling.

Yuan Zuozong, who had been holding the whip, appeared before Ying Mo immediately upon hearing this voice.

His somewhat burly figure blocked the group of people behind him completely.

"Young Master."

"What are your orders?"

Yuan Zuozong stood respectfully before Ying Mo and spoke in a deep voice.

"Since this person's mouth is so stiff, then treat them well."

"I believe they will give me the answer I want."

A cold smile appeared on Ying Mo's face.

Combined with the cold mask on his face, he seemed like a ghost from the depths of hell.

"Evil ghost..."

"Demon... he is a demon."

A middle-aged woman lying on the ground suddenly muttered.

She looked at Ying Mo with fear in her eyes, as if she had encountered something terrible.

Ying Mo's gaze suddenly shifted to this middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman's figure was slightly plump, but she was dressed in a flashy manner.

Clearly, she should be a spy planted in a brothel by another faction.

A trace of interest flashed in Ying Mo's eyes.

"Why don't you tell me first."

The middle-aged woman had long since been scared out of her wits by the series of actions just now.

When she saw the corners of Ying Mo's mouth curl up slightly, her entire figure hid in the depths of the dungeon.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

"I haven't done anything, I'm just responsible for gathering information."

After these words were finished, everyone present knew that her psychological defenses had been broken.

"Speak, which faction are you from, and what exactly are you trying to do here?"

Yuan Zuozong's burly figure appeared before the middle-aged woman.

Although his expression was hideous and his figure burly, he looked to have a terrifying aura.

But to the middle-aged woman, it seemed that the feeling from the figure just now was more intense.

"I'll say, I'll say... don't kill me."

The middle-aged woman's fat body trembled, and the makeup on her face had long since become a mess.

"I am from the Great Qi State; coming to Xianyanggong was just to gather some information."

The middle-aged woman quickly stated her identity, as if she were afraid that if she were a second late, her life would be lost.

Having obtained the result he wanted, Yuan Zuozong shifted his gaze away from the middle-aged woman.

Then he looked at the middle-aged man he had just whipped.

The blood on the middle-aged man's face had long since congealed.

Half of his face was covered in blood.

"And you?"

The voice sounded.

A sense of oppression shifted from the dungeon onto this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man hunched over and slowly crawled up from the ground.

A flash of ruthlessness shone in his only intact eye.

Then he lowered the hand covering his face and rushed directly toward Ying Mo.

He had already seen that among this group of people, only this person had the most say.

He still had some confidence in his own strength.

If he could control this person, then perhaps they wouldn't have to die today.

Regarding this person's actions, the others present immediately wanted to stop him.

Ying Mo suddenly raised his hand, and the others immediately stopped their actions.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Mo's mouth.

That smile seemed to carry a trace of disdain, and also a trace of interest.

His finger tapped lightly in the air, and then a faint light shot out, directly piercing the middle-aged man's skull.

The expression on the middle-aged man's face immediately stiffened, and then his body went limp on the ground.

"Drag him away."

Yuan Zuozong immediately ordered his subordinates.

Several people beside him came up and dragged the middle-aged man's corpse away.

The remaining three people in the dungeon, upon seeing this scene, immediately trembled.

They had not expected this masked person's strength to be so terrifying.

They hadn't even seen him make a move, and that person was already dead in his hands.

A chill could not help but surge in everyone's hearts.

"Continue."

The cold two words once again shifted everyone's focus back from the incident just now.

Among the three, one of them looked at Ying Mo with complex eyes.

Although he did not know what this person wanted to do, for now, the only way to save his life seemed to be to tell the truth.

The youth crawled up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.

"If I tell you my identity, can you guarantee I won't die?"

He looked directly at the cold gaze under the mask.

A trace of interest flashed in Ying Mo's eyes.

He had never seen anyone who dared to say such things to him.

"That depends on whether you are worth it."

Ying Mo spoke.

The youth, hearing his voice, saw a flash of golden light in his eyes.

Then he spoke.

"I am from the Nongjia; coming to Xianyanggong was just to gather information about the dynamics in Xianyanggong."

"I have no malice, nor do I have any intention to deal with you."

Although he did not know who these people were, as long as he said this, this group of people should be able to let him go.

Hearing the youth say this, a look of surprise appeared on Ying Mo's face.