Severed Finger

Though his face had gone pale, Song Jian still gathered his courage and asked:

"Who... who are you? How could there be Demon Cultivators in Ganxue Prefecture? What exactly do you want? And where is this place?"

Song Jian fired off all his questions in one breath.

Yet chills ran through his heart, and his voice inevitably trembled.

The Demon Cultivator gave a sinister laugh but did not answer.

The prison was gloomy, stained with blood in every direction.

Ouyang Mu was somewhat nervous, while Linghu Xiao's expression was grave.

After thinking for a moment, Song Jian said coldly:

"I am a direct descendant of the Song Family of Duanjin Gate. You had better not provoke me, or the Song Family will never let you off!"

Hearing this, the Demon Cultivator sneered coldly. "The Song Family... can barely save itself..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl's cry.

Song Jian was startled. Unsure whether it was true, he then cursed furiously:

"You demon beast, what nonsense are you spouting?!"

The Demon Cultivator did not grow angry. Instead, he took two sheets of letter paper from his sleeve and handed one each to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu.

"Use your blood to write a letter."

"You..." The Demon Cultivator extended a scarlet finger covered in fleshy tumors and pointed at Song Jian. "Write to your parents. Tell them you are in our hands and make them obediently do as they are told. Otherwise, they can wait to collect your corpse..."

The Demon Cultivator turned and glanced at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."

Most of his face was hidden beneath his black robe, making his expression impossible to see, but his tone carried a profound meaning. "Write to your brother. Tell him to know what is good for him..."