The incandescent light in the secret chamber flicked on, revealing waves of foul odor. Even though Lu Bushen had made a point of deodorizing the room, traces still lingered.
Xu Ye swept his gaze across it.
All sorts of implements filled the chamber: whips, assorted furry tails, some Rod-Shaped Objects of alarming proportions, over twenty centimeters long, red candles, a tiger bench, a BDSM Frame, and many torture implements Xu Ye did not even recognize.
Xu Ye's heart sank.
He had thought these people had killed for money, blinded by greed. He had never imagined that wealth was not all they had coveted.
Many of the torture implements were covered in dust, and some had even rusted. Clearly, they had not been used in a long time.
Xu Ye turned around, looking at Lu Bushen dangling in his grip, then at the villagers standing outside, cowed into submission. His gaze grew colder still.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I'm telling you, I know your Bishop. You can't lay a hand on me, or else..."
Smack!
Xu Ye silenced him with a slap.
"Please, let me go. I can give you money. I have plenty of money! I can tell you the secret. The Buddha Statue in the temple produces gold as long as it eats flesh and blood."
"Take the Buddha Statue away. It's yours."
Xu Ye shook his head. "There were dozens of you men. What did you do to Master Miaoyu back then? There weren't many women in the village at the time, and Master Miaoyu was pretty. Wanting her wealth was bad enough, but you actually did all this, too."
"Dozens of grown men... against one woman..."
His voice was icy.
Under the oppressive force of a Sequence 7, they felt as though something were tearing