Finally!
He had caught him by the pigtail...
Mo Hua was delighted in his heart, but on the surface, he remained perfectly calm. He merely kept a stern face and asked, "What altar?"
"The altar for offering tributes to the God Lord..."
"Where is it?"
"It is..." Mr. Wu hesitated.
Mo Hua kindly reminded him, "Inspector Xiao has a bad temper. If you don't say it, he'll cut open your chest and split your belly."
Mr. Wu panicked and hurriedly said, "It's in the Inner Palace of the Dragon King Temple!"
Mo Hua's eyes shifted slightly, and he suddenly shook his head.
"Something isn't right. You didn't make a single demand, didn't state a single condition, and just gave up the altar's location so easily? There must be a problem..."
Mr. Wu smiled bitterly. "The knife is in your hands. I am nothing but fish and meat on the chopping block—how would I dare make any demands? As long as you gentlemen can spare my life, that is enough. If I die, I won't be able to smear my liver and brains on the ground for the God Lord, or exhaust myself in loyal service."
This Mr. Wu was at death's door, yet he was still thinking about his "God Lord."
Who knew what his mind had been washed into.
Mo Hua shook his head.
At the side, Inspector Xiao pondered for a moment, unwilling to delay any longer. He pointed his longsword at Mr. Wu's throat, a trace of sharpness showing between his narrowed eyes, and said coldly, "You lead the way. Go to the altar and take out the Fish Bone Token you hid, and I won't kill you."
With the sword pointed at him, Mr. Wu said in a trembling voice, "All right, I'll take you there