"I'll let him leave this place tonight."
The Mediocre Death God was genuinely delighted. He had not expected Qin Xi to truly be such an upright, resolute man, someone who really took responsibility for the words he said.
He looked at Qin Xi and said, "Don't worry, big boss Qin Xi. As long as it's something I know, I'll tell you everything. No matter what you ask me, I'll tell you all I know and hold nothing back."
Qin Xi also knew that the Mediocre Death God had been terrified by their torment. He would definitely tell him everything he knew.
Qin Xi raised a hand, stopping Daoist Yangmei behind him from continuing to speak.
Daoist Yangmei did not manage to say a single word. The words he wanted to say were all blocked back in his chest. It felt as if a wad of cotton had been stuffed there, unable to go up or down, and it was truly maddening.
He flicked his sleeve, snorted, and walked out of the Mystic Iron prison cage.
Then he sat down in the Imperial Physician Chair Qin Xi had been sitting in earlier, his eyes glaring resentfully at the Mediocre Death God and Qin Xi.
Qin Xi looked at the Mediocre Death God, but there was no particularly great change in his expression. In a calm voice, he said to him, "Then first tell me all the Masked Man's residences in the Human Realm, where he is likely to hide, and how his forces are arranged."
After the Mediocre Death God heard Qin Xi's words again, he entered a state of thought.
For a long time, he did not speak.
Qin Xi did not seem anxious either. He simply watched the Mediocre Death God quietly with bright, intent eyes as he kept