Under the dark red moonlight, Chen Mo gave him a brilliant smile.
"I ask, you answer. Behave yourself, and you might just live."
The squat man knelt on the ground, seeing that smile with perfect clarity.
The corpse skin covering his body suddenly went taut, and a chill shot from the crown of his head straight down to the soles of his feet.
There was no warmth in that smile, no emotion, not even a trace of malice.
"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
"I won't dare hide a single word!"
Chen Mo looked down at him and remained silent for two breaths.
"Name."
The squat man froze for a moment, then caught on. "Zhao Santai... the other one was Qian Liu. We're both outer disciples of the Profound Yin Sect, numbered Ding-Xu Seventeen and Ding-Xu Eighteen."
He hurriedly added, "The numbers are assigned by batches sent into the corpse caves. Only the survivors get a number. More than forty of us went in together, and only six came out alive..."
Chen Mo cut his babbling short. "Where is the Profound Yin Sect's headquarters?"
"It's in..."
Zhao Santai had barely uttered a word when he suddenly choked.
The gray, deathly skin on his face twitched twice. The ghostly flames in his eye sockets flickered wildly, as though he were struggling violently against something.
"Sir, it's not that I won't tell you. The sect placed restrictions on our souls. If I reveal anything..."
"I'm not asking for the exact location," Chen Mo said flatly. "Just the general area."
"We're in the Spirit Realm."
Chen Mo's gaze sharpened slightly.
It really was in the Spirit Realm.
He had seen that term in the Moon-Worship Cult's intelligence, but there had been very little information.
All he knew was that it was a place