Besides, they had no way to object.
Without the cult leader's antidote, even members of the Poison King Cult could hardly neutralize the deadly poison of Corpse Soul Incense, let alone Su Su and Black Hound.
"Can I ask you a few questions?"
Xu Taiping served himself a bowl of rice, then questioned the two as he ate.
In his three years in the Wilderness, he had barely eaten a decent meal, let alone a spread as sumptuous as the one on the table before him.
"Has... has that Blood Hand boss of yours ever met the Mysterious Man? Close your eyes if he has, blink if he hasn't."
Only after polishing off an entire bowl of rice did Xu Taiping raise his head to look at them again.
At those words, Su Su's and Black Hound's eyes visibly filled with wariness.
Neither closed their eyes nor blinked. Both averted their gazes, refusing to look at Xu Taiping.
Whoosh!
Seeing this, Xu Taiping raised his hand and gathered a ball of spirit fire in his palm.
With a smack, he slapped the entire ball of fire onto Black Hound's face, letting the spirit fire burn his face with a sizzling hiss.
Although Corpse Soul Incense sealed a cultivator's qi and blood, their five senses remained intact.
Black Hound, for instance, seemed utterly motionless at that moment, but was actually enduring an indescribable burning pain.
That much was clear from his bulging eyes.
Moments later, everything below Black Hound's eyes was charred.
Even the smell of roasting meat filled the air.
Xu Taiping, who had long since withdrawn his hand, served himself a bowl of pigeon soup. As he drank, he looked at Su Su and said:
"Miss, close your eyes if he has, blink if he hasn't."
Su Su's eyes