"Heh heh heh. You think you can fool a ghost?!" Han Ming sneered.
Ning Zhuo's voice turned cold. "Since you refuse to cooperate properly, I can only use force."
As he spoke, Ning Zhuo took out some tools from his robes.
They were mechanical needles of varying lengths and thicknesses.
"What are you going to do to me?!" Seeing the Tassel-Haired Wanderer approach step by step, Han Ming panicked as well.
Ning Zhuo said as gently as he could, "Bear with it. Some of these mechanical needles are rather thick, so it might hurt a little."
More than a dozen tiny mechanical puppets, each carrying several mechanical needles, climbed over Han Ming's entire body.
"You old thief, just kill me... Aah!"
Han Ming's body convulsed like it had been struck by lightning, and she threw back her head in a scream. Her shrill cries echoed through the cell, making one's skin crawl.
A moment later, mechanical needles had been inserted all over her body—into every joint and vital point, even into the front and back of her skull.
The thinner needles were tolerable, but blood slowly seeped from the wounds around some of the thicker ones.
Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and employed a secret art to control the mechanical needles.
Under his control, the large and small mechanical needles rose and fell constantly upon Han Ming's body, trembling faintly. Some needle heads stirred inside her body, while some needle tails rotated outside it.
"Aah—!" Han Ming's screams rang out again, nearly piercing the listeners' eardrums.
The excruciating pain made her body twist uncontrollably. Her slender fingers clutched the cold, thick iron chains with all their strength, and before long, her fingertips split and bled from gripping too hard.
Yet that pain did not even deserve mention beside the