"Xia Yitian, if you try to fool me again this time, don't blame me for being rude!" Yun Bingxin said unhappily, then asked the jailer who appeared to be their leader, "Is what he said true? Did this really happen?"
The several jailers began stammering and fell silent, not daring to say a word. I swept them with a cold glance, then said to Yun Bingxin, "Yun Bingxin, just tell them you won't interfere, and they'll immediately spill everything. Evil needs evil to grind it down!"
Yun Bingxin glanced at me and silently nodded. That expression instantly turned the group of jailers deathly pale with fright. Without Yun Bingxin, Qiuniu would slowly transform into a dark sword and reap their lives. The jailer leader stepped out with a ghastly expression and immediately said, "Yes... no... We didn't really understand what the City Lord meant, either. Something about making the raw rice into cooked rice, and afterward he said she was his wife... We really don't know... Perhaps he was talking about City Lord Hua's wife..."
"Go to hell, you salty duck egg! Don't deliberately twist the facts! Wait for your head to roll!" I roared, struggling to get over there and kill him. The jailer clutched his neck and squatted down on the spot, frightened as he said, "I really don't know! It has nothing to do with me..."
Bang!
A flash of lightning streaked by. Yun Bingxin also dashed forward at once, but she was ultimately a step too late—the jailer leader's head had already been separated from his body. Qiuniu had been hiding silently among the group of jailers, transformed into a small stone. Now that it had disappeared again, who knew what it would become next?
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