Super détecteur de fantômes

Chapitre 45

fortunately……

The man in black robes who came out glanced at Shen Zhili and said coldly, "Take her inside."

Passing through countless people being tortured, Shen Zhili felt both terrified and relieved that they weren't Hua Jiuye, yet conflicted and afraid of witnessing even more horrific punishments.

As they reached the deepest part of the punishment hall, Shen Zhili's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Hua Jiuye knelt on one knee, one hand gripping her shoulder, breathing slightly heavily, but her neck was held extremely straight.

His chin was held high, his expression filled with undisguised contempt: "If you really want to know, you might as well kill me."

Two elaborately dressed old men stood around him. One of them said in a rough voice, "You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Don't think that just because you have the Gu Emperor on you we can't do anything to you. That thing originally came from the Southern Frontier. You are just an exile now. What right do you have to keep it?"

Hua Jiuye raised his neck, his tone icy, and said, enunciating each word clearly: "If I can't kill you all now, I will kill you sooner or later."

"How dare you!" the old man said, narrowing his eyes. "Aren't you afraid we'll do this to you..."

Hua Jiuye only sneered.

The old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he said, "I know you're not afraid of pain, but what if it's some other kind of humiliation? Although you're a man, this face isn't unbearable..." As he spoke, his withered hand reached out to touch Hua Jiuye's face.

Hua Jiuye remained unmoved: "I have dozens of kinds of Gu poison on my body. If I activate them all at once..." He sneered, "who will die faster?"

His tone was cold and sticky, with a gloomy quality like a snake's tongue.

The old man's hand froze.

At this moment, another old man chuckled sinisterly and said, "You can't do it this way. He couldn't pull any tricks yesterday. Why don't you let me try instead..."

Turning to Hua Jiuye, he said, "We can't do anything to you, you Gu Emperor, but what about your sister? Do you still remember your sister...?"

Hua Jiuye's eyes suddenly turned extremely terrifying.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "How could I forget? She was killed by you."

Of course he remembered, and even if he tried to forget, he would still wake up in the middle of the night in a fright.

His sister, the sister who always smiled gently with a smile as bright as a spring breeze, the sister who would follow behind him calling "brother, brother" repeatedly, the sister who would pout and puff out her cheeks when she was bullied, the sister he once wanted to protect with his life.

But in the end, he...

The excruciating pain overwhelmed me in an instant.

The old man asked, "Do you know how she died?"

Hua Jiuye said hoarsely, "I don't want to know!"

The old man seemed not to have heard Hua Jiuye's words, and said slowly and deliberately, as if deliberately provoking her, "Her hands and feet were tied up, right here, with more than a dozen strong men..."

Hua Jiuye roared in fury: "I don't want to know!"

The old man continued, "She was only fourteen or fifteen years old then, crying so pitifully, it almost broke my heart. Her virgin blood stained the ground, and she was calling out 'Brother, brother,' but her brother had already escaped and could no longer save her... Then she was..."

Hua Jiuye: "Enough, you beast, shut up!"

His voice was filled with extreme violence, and you could almost smell the blood in his tone. His eyes seemed to be churning with blood mist: "Blood debts must be repaid in blood. I will not let any of you go."

Hua Jiuye and the people around him seemed to be enveloped in an invisible black aura.

Regret, pain, despair, misery—all the negative emotions surged forth at this moment…

He couldn't save her.

Her sister trusted him so much, yet he could only watch her die where he couldn't see her.

That was the deepest sore spot in his heart; once touched, it would bleed profusely, fester and rot, causing unbearable pain.

Shen Zhili could no longer stand there calmly. She quickly stepped forward and turned Hua Jiuye's shoulder: "Senior brother, calm down, calm down."

Hua Jiuye turned to look at her with bloodshot eyes, then pushed her away.

Shen Zhili was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground.

When his eyes met Hana Kuya's, he was horrified by the murderous intent within them, lowered his head, and sighed inwardly.

She also knew that Hua Jiuye had a younger sister. After getting to know her better, she often heard Hua Jiuye mention his sister unconsciously, his tone full of doting. Although he occasionally looked disdainful, it was indeed the gentlest moment she had ever seen Hua Jiuye.

I just didn't expect...

The old man chuckled: "How is that enough? If you don't tell me where that thing is, I can reenact this scene all over again today."

A repeat of the past?

Shen Zhili looked up.

But everyone's eyes were now focused on her.

An ominous premonition swirled in Shen Zhili's mind. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Um, you guys are joking, right..."

Central Plains.

Qingxing asked anxiously, "Commander Lei, what exactly is the reason?"

Lei Ying looked at him calmly: "Is Hall Master Qing sure you want to know?"

Looking into those calm, expressionless eyes, Qingxing felt a sudden increase in pressure: "Uh... I think I'll pass."

Lei Ying sighed: "Find someone to contact Ye Qianqian. She should be on her way back to the Demonic Sect right now. Stop her and bring her back."

His sigh was truly frightening, and Qingxing subconsciously replied, "Yes!"

Zhai Feng couldn't help but say, "Commander Lei, can you please stop keeping us in suspense at this time! What exactly is the connection between the Lord's interest in Shen Zhili and Ye Qianqian...? At this rate, the Lord should be able to break through the shackles and head to the Southern Frontier in less than half a month, and then..."

Lei Xiang seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "That Miss Shen and the Master..."

Qingxing thought for a moment: "She hates the master, yes, she really hates him."

Raikage: "...I knew it."

Zhai Feng, her curiosity piqued, scratched her head and lungs: "Commander Lei, please tell me!"

Raikage frowned: "You really want to know?"

Zhai Feng nodded.

Raikage: "Guess for yourself."

Zhai Feng: "..."

This guy must have caught the Lord's poison, he must have caught it, he must have caught it! Why do I want to punch him so badly?!

Chapter 39

It wasn't until someone actually grabbed her wrist that Shen Zhili realized this was no joke.

It is reality.

The disadvantage of her strength was exposed at this moment. Almost staggering, Shen Zhili was dragged to the center of the hall. Someone unlocked the chains on her wrists and then tried to push her down.

A tingling sensation ran down Shen Zhili's spine as she pressed her tongue against her teeth, the stinging pain making her more alert than ever before.

If I were really subjected to that, I'd rather be dead.

But she still had unfinished business; how could she die now...?

A pair of hands reached out and started to tear at her clothes. Shen Zhili moved her sleeve, and a pill slipped into her hand.

She was powerless, but she knew every pressure point on a person, where the fatal point was, and where a person would be unable to resist. In the current situation, she only had one chance: to launch a sneak attack and then pull Hua Jiuye away to escape.

She didn't want to give up even the slightest chance.

However, just as she was thinking quickly, a warm liquid sprayed onto her body!

Shen Zhili looked up and saw a bamboo flute protruding from the chest of the black-robed man in front of her!

The bamboo flute was pulled out, and blood splattered out in a radial pattern. The man looked on incredulously, trying to cover the bleeding wound on his chest, but to no avail.

The scene seemed to slow down suddenly. Shen Zhili watched as the person's eyes widened, and then his body fell straight down beside her.

Behind that person was a disheveled Hana Kuya.

He held a blood-stained iron flute in his hand, his expression was extremely cold, his eyes were bloodshot, and his bloodlust was so strong that it sent chills down one's spine.

Hua Jiuye licked the blood that had splattered on the corner of her lips, her cold, slender eyes sweeping over the figure in front of Shen Zhili.

"Foolish," Hua Jiuye said. "If I bring her to my side, would I still have any reservations?"

"...I am the ruthless and deadly Hua Jiuye, a poisonous demon who kills gods and ghosts alike."

The voice was like a thousand-year-old iceberg, carrying an extremely cold wind, chilling beyond compare.

In an instant, everyone involuntarily trembled.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Shen Zhili scrambled to his feet and circled behind Hua Jiuye. Before anyone could react and try to stop him, the deadly bamboo flute had already pierced his chest with ease. A burst of blood bloomed in Hua Jiuye's hand, a beautiful and dazzling sight.

Just as she caught her breath, Shen Zhili witnessed the bloodiest and most horrifying scene she had ever seen in her life.

Hua Jiuye raised her flute, a cruel smile playing on her lips. With a swift movement, she had already circled around to stand in front of someone.

The flute was swiftly inserted and withdrawn, leaving only a bloody hole in the opponent's chest.

Next one...

Hua Jiuye's steps were so fast that they were like afterimages. Her hand movements were simple and direct, as if she only knew these two mechanical actions, yet they were unavoidable.

His blood was still flowing, and his body was swaying slightly, but the movements of his hands were as firm as if he had practiced them a thousand times.

Slaughter, pure slaughter.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with corpses.

A strong smell of blood assaulted Shen Zhili's nostrils, and she tried her best to suppress the nausea.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Zhili looked up and saw Hua Jiuye kneeling dejectedly on one knee, his low breathing amplified.

Shen Zhili's heart sank suddenly.

He's just putting on a brave face.

Although the killing spree just now was unstoppable, he was still stubbornly holding on.

She recalled the rumors about Hana Kuya.

—He single-handedly burned down the Southern Frontier Temple, and was hunted down by the four great Gu Masters of the Southern Frontier for five whole months. In the end, he not only escaped, but also caused the deaths of two and injuries to two of the four Gu Masters…

How did he manage to do that...?

Shen Zhili suddenly couldn't bear to think about it anymore.