As a cultivator, Chen Mo's six senses were sharp. The urine smell on this youngster rushed straight into his nose, making it extremely hard for him to accept.
He was deeply disgusted. He had originally wanted to question the youngster himself, but after thinking about the smell invading his nostrils, he decided to leave it to Bai Xiaotian.
Bai Xiaotian probably won't care that much.
So he quickened his pace, putting some distance between them, then said to Bai Xiaotian, "Go ask that fellow what exactly happened."
As for that scar-faced Miao Lun, Chen Mo would question him personally. He stepped forward, grabbed Miao Lun, who was still standing there, and dragged him to the doorway. With his other hand, he picked up a chair.
He then threw Miao Lun to the ground, sat in the chair, and tapped twice with his fingers. If he wanted a proper interrogation, he had to make the person being questioned understand that failing to answer properly would bring unbearable punishment.
Therefore, to avoid wasting time and make him answer one question with ten answers, Chen Mo decided to let him suffer a little first.
Instantly, Miao Lun, lying on the ground, felt as though ants were gnawing at every bone in his body. It was numb, itchy, and painful!
Moreover, the sensation deepened as time passed!
He wanted to scream, to twist his body, or use pain to distract himself from the torment, but all of it was impossible.
His body had been controlled by Chen Mo. He could not move, and his voice had been sealed by a Restriction. He could not even raise his head and could only endure the numbing itch.
Miao Lun was in unbearable agony. Even the scar on his face began turning blood red.
Bai Xiaotian, who