Although her voice sounded very gentle, after what had just happened, none of the ordinary villagers dared conceal anything. They poured out the whole story like beans tumbling from a bamboo tube.
"You came looking for a Spirit Vein?"
Xue Fuyao glanced at the green-robed man lying half-dead on the ground.
The green-robed man glared at her, then closed his eyes, looking as though she could kill or carve him up as she pleased.
Seeing how he seemed to have put life and death out of his mind, Xue Fuyao sneered. "Judging by how you acted just now, you probably don't know the Spirit Vein's exact location either. Since you don't know, there's no use keeping you alive."
As she spoke, her gaze shifted slightly. A cold gleam flashed, slicing open the side of the green-robed man's neck, and blood sprayed out.
Only after the Green-Clad Man had breathed his last did Xue Fuyao turn toward the people of Rockpile Village, thinking, It seems the disappearances here must have something to do with that so-called Spirit Vein.
If it's a Spirit Vein, that would explain it.
"Since they came to question you, that means you know the Spirit Vein's whereabouts. Tell me, where is it?"
Although Xue Fuyao was alone, the pressure she put on them was greater than that of all the people from earlier combined.
If Xue Fuyao had known what they were thinking, she would certainly have told them, Of course you feel pressured. I'm releasing my aura.
Just then, a little girl who looked seven or eight stepped forward and said, her large, bright eyes wide open, "I know where that place is, but you have to promise to spare the people in the village before I'll take you there. Otherwise-otherwise, you'll never find it."
"Yueyue!"