"I'll give you the complete, genuine Great Sui True Scripture and Silkworm Silk Jin! Don't kill me!!" Yue Xiaodie shrieked. She did not want to die—not when she was still so young, with so many things left to experience and enjoy.
". I lied to you earlier. Once someone is poisoned by my toxin, they won't know what they did or said afterward. Their mind will only be a blank haze." Wei He studied her seriously for a moment.
"So you really were lying to me just now. You'd been lying from the very beginning."
Yue Xiaodie froze, then flew into a rage.
"You lied to me!!?"
"Looks like you've undergone very strict poison-resistance training. I tested all kinds of medicinal effects, and very few worked on you." Wei He calmed down. "All right, tell me yourself. The cultivation process for Silkworm Silk Jin."
"If I tell you, you'll let me go!?" The ease had vanished from Yue Xiaodie's face. She spoke solemnly.
"Of course. I keep my word." Wei He nodded.
"I can tell you ninety percent first. I'll keep the last bit to myself, and once someone comes to take me away, I'll tell you everything!" Yue Xiaodie began bargaining.
By now, she could see that the man before her was not easy to fool. He was truly as crafty and wily as an old fox.
Generally speaking, when life and death were on the line, when people killed or poisoned, most preferred to go straight for the throat.
Anyone capable of taking a detour was already considered formidable.
After all, this was the martial world, where people fought and killed. If one took too many twists and turns, one careless step might lead to getting tangled up in one's own schemes and capsizing.
As the saying went,