Lin Ming: "Have you met all the building owners in Crescent Moon Building?"
Wuyue shook her head.
Lin Ming: "Have you only seen the one who was hacked to death by me?"
Wuyue shook her head.
Lin Ming: "Have you met the top person in charge of Xianyue Tower?"
Wuyue nodded.
Lin Ming: "Is he still human?"
Wuyue's lips moved slightly and he hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to shake his head or nod.
She stretched out her finger and pointed at her mouth.
Lin Ming nodded, "Let's talk. When it comes to questions and answers, you can't just shake your head or nod. There are always some things you can say directly."
Wuyue's red lips licked slightly and she exhaled a breath, but she didn't dare to relax. She could always feel the breeze lingering around her body.
That feeling seemed not to be a simple breeze, but to the nameless old man and the headless general who lent Lin Ming the power to kill the master of the Dusk Tower.
The two of them seemed to be watching in the dark, Wuyue felt a chill all over her body, as if the rich and sticky cold air had been blown deep into the bone marrow, and she could never feel at ease.
At this time, the voice of the unknown old man appeared, and his laughter reached Wuyue's ears, "Little girl, has your body also been transformed?"
As soon as the words came out, Wuyue suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar.
She didn't even dare to make a sound.
The nameless old man's voice floated out of the void, "Sir, how can anyone tell you the truth with your interrogation method? If possible, leave her to us."
"How can I hand it over to you?" Lin Ming's face was full of confusion. He looked left and right, but he still couldn't see the hand that could be handed over.
There was actually a glimmer of hope hidden in his eyes. He inexplicably wanted to see the nameless old man and the headless general again.
The little guy stood on Lin Ming's shoulder, looking around and saying in a sweet voice, "Grandpa, can you show up again?"
The sound in the air fell silent, and a touch of sadness seemed to rise with it.
Just when Lin Ming and the little guy thought that the unknown old man would never speak again, the dry and hoarse voice sounded again: "Young Master, lead her directly into the City Lord's Mansion, and everything will be clear."
Lin Ming stood where he was, looking back at the City Lord's Mansion, and then bowed to the air: "Junior Lin Ming, seniors don't always need to be addressed by the word "Gongzi", that way..."
"Does it look raw?" The unknown old man took over Lin Ming's words, his tone a little more sighing.
At this time, the cold snort of the headless general came, "We are originally from different eras. Don't worry about unnecessary sadness. It is the right way to do things quickly. The time for Wangyou City to continue to exist in this world is not long."
The little guy hummed and jumped, looking around in the air, but there was no trace of the headless general.
Even if it was to release their energy, it and Lin Ming both hoped to see the nameless old man and the headless general again.
Lin Ming rubbed the little guy's head and said, "Let's go in and take a look."
After walking a few steps, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was right in front of me. It was not brilliant, but a bit shabby and even too small.
Considering the layout of a city, such an ordinary courtyard is too small. Standing at the door, you can have a panoramic view of the entire courtyard.
It turns out that the so-called City Lord's Mansion is basically a mourning hall.
The little guy covered his mouth, widened his eyes, and stared at the thousands of tablets in the mourning hall.
There are names written on them, but the traces have been erased over the years, or there may be some special rules that do not allow people in the world to remember their names.
Lin Ming's steps were stagnant. One foot was half in the air, and he paused for half a second before landing.
He walked forward and walked all the way into the mourning hall, standing behind Zhao Wusheng and Ge Qinghuang.
The two women were obviously in a state of trance, and neither Lin Ming nor the little guy consciously disturbed them.
Wuyue clutched her throat tightly, feeling uncomfortable all over. Not to mention talking, every move she made seemed like she was walking through the hell between knives, and she was in extreme pain.
Wuyue's legs went weak and she knelt down directly in the mourning hall.
One of the densely packed tablets suddenly lit up, and a hazy light floated out from there, turning into a rope to trap Wuyue's whole body and drag him out.
The nameless old man's voice floated leisurely, turned into two strands of silk thread, avoided Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng who were in the midst of enlightenment, and fell directly into the ears of Lin Ming and the little guy:
"Master Lin Ming and this little beast, please rest assured. Torture is the art we are best at."
"No matter it is years ago or years after, no one can hide the secrets in our hands."
