"He got off easy."
Shen Xinzhu was still somewhat indignant.
She watched as Huang Chengzong personally took up the blade and beheaded Monk Wuxiang, offering him as a sacrifice to the pitiful patients buried in the mountain's belly.
At last, the matter had come to an end.
As for the interrogation results—
Having been driven to the end of the road, Monk Wuxiang naturally had nothing left to hide.
In truth, under the infiltration of the Seven Emotions Sound, with all the true qi throughout his body broken apart and his spirit crushed, he simply could not withstand the onslaught of all manner of illusions.
He confessed everything he had done, down to the last detail.
As the primary interrogator, Shen Xinzhu felt nauseated just listening. She did not recover her senses for a long while.
"You mean that over the past five years, he had secretly been abducting people, targeting those patients afflicted with bizarre, incurable illnesses?"
Lu Wu-bing fell silent for a moment. He had to admit that while Monk Wuxiang acted like a madman, he was not stupid in the least. Choosing such people indeed made discovery least likely, while making it easiest to grasp the fundamentals of medicine.
Of course, improving his medical skill had only been a fringe benefit.
His true aim had been to understand the functions of every minute tissue within the body.
In an ancient society like this, he had actually conceived of and founded a field of anatomy. The man had been a genius—a genius who had fallen into demonic obsession.
When they fought, Lu Wu-bing had discovered that aside from not yet understanding the immensely complex mechanism of same-frequency resonance between the vitality of heaven and earth and the vitality of the human body, Monk Wuxiang had essentially stimulated his