This Taoist priest is really smart.
I just gave it a hint with good intentions, but I didn't expect him to understand the intention in an instant.
As for the scarecrow, it's very simple, just a benefit fee.
He is not a good person, so there is no need to tell him everything. If he doesn't leave something behind, Wang Ye will really treat everyone equally today.
Anyway, he was a mourner now, and Mao Yongan couldn't find him afterward.
After Mao Yongan left, 'Wang Ye' walked to the cloth bag.
He was in the basement and only took a piece of hemp rope, but he obviously had no intention of giving it away.
In fact, Wang Ye was a little jealous of this guy.
After all, after just one hour, Xiao Wu's strength had been reduced to almost nothing. Moreover, even when Xiao Wu was at his peak, this guy was still alive.
But always try it boldly.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye tentatively took out a charcoal basin from the cloth bag.
This charcoal basin was also a tool in the torture chamber, specially used to burn charcoal and heat up the soldering iron.
Seemingly understanding what Wang Ye meant, he casually made a cut on his stomach. The blood he had stored in the blood pool condensed into a blood ball in the air and threw it into the charcoal basin.
Then, the stomach closed.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Although this guy obviously still had a lot in his stomach, it was not enough.
He gently took a step back and let 'Wang Ye' go.
'Wang Ye' had a trace of curiosity on his face, glanced at Wang Ye, and then entered the corridor and left.
In an instant, only the middle-aged man who looked a little weak was left in the prison room.
His expression was extremely complicated, and he imitated the movements of Mao Yongan and the two men, throwing several copper needles used for punishment and a leather whip into the cloth bag.
result...
Wang Ye remained motionless.
...
He tried throwing an iron rod full of spikes again and looked at Wang Ye expectantly.
result...
Wang Ye remained motionless.
His face turned a little ugly.
According to his previous analysis, if this ghost didn't resist him, he wouldn't have accomplished anything. After all, the first two people, after paying some tolls, had a lot of things left and escaped unscathed.
Why can't it be done when we get to him?
Wang Ye looked at the middle-aged man, his heart filled with coldness.
He found that it didn't seem like a bad thing to have someone who looked the same as himself to help him bear the blame.
At least, I can detect in the dark who are hostile to me.
This guy always looked at that 'Wang Ye' as if nothing had happened.
That look was exactly the same as Luo Ping's before.
Moreover, the body exudes the same aura, coupled with the weirdness of Luo Ping's corpse. If you can't analyze who this guy is in front of you based on these, then he doesn't have to live.
Sure enough, when the middle-aged man saw that something was wrong, he decisively stopped paying, quickly stepped back, stood next to the coffin, and looked at Wang Ye warily.
"Luo Ping is so afraid of death."
Wang Ye chuckled, this Luo Ping, no matter how he concealed his identity or changed his face, his nature of fear of death never changed.
It's a pity that that intelligence is not used in the right place.
Wei Wei sighed, not giving Luo Ping a chance to break the net, he took Xiao Si and Xiao Wu and rushed over in an instant.
Luo Ping's face changed wildly, and he let out a low roar. His whole person looked a little crazy.
On the ground, the girl's body stood up silently, her expression a little numb, and she made a sneak attack towards Wang Ye.
"Can you manipulate corpses?"
Wang Ye glanced at the girl and walked around behind Luo Ping at a strange speed.
Then, he punched him in the back.
In front of him, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu attacked at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. They removed both of his arms in a tacit understanding, not giving him a chance to make any small moves.
In just a moment, Luo Ping was restrained and balanced in place, unable to even resist.
As for the girl's body, Xiao Wu blew off the delicate head with just one punch and turned it into a puddle of mud.
"Why...why?"
"I have no grudge against you?"
Luo Ping looked at Wang Ye with some confusion and despair in his eyes.
"No grudge?"
"You almost killed me when we were in Lin'an City."
Wang Ye patted Luo Ping's shoulder and said softly.
"Wang Ye!!!"
Luo Ping was startled for a moment, looking at the guy in front of him with ghostly aura in disbelief, and then his whole face was full of anger: "If it weren't for you, I would have been refined into a 'half-king' level ghost!"
"When the time comes, it will be easy to unify the human race and sweep across the wasteland!"
"What you destroyed is the future of the human race!"
"You are the one who deserves to die!"
If looks could kill, Luo Ping had already cut Wang Ye into pieces by a thousand cuts.
"The frog in the well!"
Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping calmly and said, "Have you ever been to the depths of the wasteland? Do you know what kind of strength that guy from Lin'an City has in the wasteland?"
"Everything called for the human race is just an excuse to satisfy your own desires!"
"The human race has really been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have a thing like you!"
Wang Ye's voice was full of coldness, and he walked slowly towards Luo Ping, carrying a wooden chair still stained with blood, full of murderous intent.
There is no doubt that Wang Ye will smash Luo Ping's head in the next second.
After feeling the threat of death, Luo Ping began to panic.
"me..."
"You can't kill me. My name is Luo Ping. I am a descendant of the Luo family."
"My ancestors shed blood for the human race."
"I am a descendant of heroes."
Luo Ping swallowed hard, his face covered with sweat. In the face of the absolute strength gap, any resourcefulness became a joke.
"Luo family?"
"Are you from the family before Yongye?"
"And the half-king level you mentioned before, what do you mean?"
Wang Ye squatted in front of Luo Ping and asked.
He had a vague intuition that this guy might know a lot of things.
As if grasping the last straw, Luo Ping looked at Wang Ye with hope in his eyes: "I said...can you let me go?"
"I swear on the name of my parents, if...if I cause trouble for you in the future, the souls of my ancestors of the Luo family will never be at peace!"
....
Wang Ye's expression was a little strange.
This Luo Ping is simply afraid of death to the extreme...
He hasn't said anything yet, is he swearing so harshly?
