"Name?"
"Lu Huaiben."
"Where are you from?"
"Thousand Mountains, Yuanzhao Kingdom."
Hah, a fellow townsman!
Luo Chen munched on Immortal Beans and raised an eyebrow. He was from Yuanzhao Kingdom too.
He had not expected the man hanging from the rack opposite him to also be from his hometown.
Mi Shuhua shot Luo Chen a glare, then gestured for Sikong Shoujia to continue questioning him.
Lu Huaiben, bound to the iron rack, had been tortured for an entire night. After being tended to with all manner of vicious methods, he was now barely clinging to life.
Thus, he answered almost every question.
Sikong Shoujia continued, "I asked which faction you came from."
"No faction. I'm just a rogue cultivator living in Snow Lotus Market."
"What is your eldest brother called?"
"Our eldest brother is Dan Xiu. He's also a rogue cultivator. We usually make a living hunting demon beasts."
"Since you hunt demon beasts, why did you want to ambush and kill our hall master? Speak. Did someone order you to do this?"
"No. We only heard that pill refiners were wealthy, so before leaving, we wanted to make one big score."
"You still dare lie? Looks like you haven't suffered enough!"
A fierce glint flashed through Sikong Shoujia's eyes. The three Silver Needles embedded in Lu Huaiben's head suddenly sank another fraction.
"Ahhh..."
Lu Huaiben, who had been at death's door, suddenly began trembling violently, like a fish flopping desperately before death.
Sikong Shoujia paused his hands in midair, and the Silver Needles rose a fraction.
Lu Huaiben immediately gulped down breaths of air, like a drowning man who had finally inhaled fresh air.
"Don't stick them in again, don't! Please!"
Tears and snot mixed with blood, streaming uncontrollably down his face.
Lu Huaiben cried out hoarsely, "We really