680: Chapter 103: Finally Caught Your Weakness 680: Chapter 103: Finally Caught Your Weakness “So who is this person?”
Shen Qingxi gazed at the black-haired young man tied up and hanging upside down, her face filled with confusion.
The one brought back initially was a monk, yet in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a sunny and cheerful young man, which would perplex anyone.
“I don’t know, I don’t recognize him.”
Li Mumu said unflinchingly.
Xia Yubing silently glanced at her and whispered, “It’s a common trick used by Western angels, to morph into the appearance of someone close to you, which makes you let down your guard and follow their teaching.”
“After all, it’s hard for anyone to feel hostility towards their closest and most trusted friends.”
“I’m not particularly fond of this tactic, as you all know.
it’s not impossible.”
Shen Qingxi scrutinized him from head to toe and concluded, “His build is quite nice, and there are no outsiders here now, do you two still want to keep secrets from me, the Sect Hierarch?
Spill it, whose boyfriend is he?”
“I’ve been dead for a long time.”
Xia Yubing calmly replied, “And such a level of angel cannot peek into my heart.”
That was the truth; among the three, her rank was the highest.
Shen Qingxi has at least advanced to become an Engineer, whereas Li Mumu hasn’t advanced yet.
Only, it seems her combat power didn’t match her level, after all, each of the Twelve Laws has its strengths, not all are skilled in straightforward combat.
The Specter Dharma Gate, as the name indicates, involves undercover work.
The way Shen Qingxi and Xia Yubing looked at Li Mumu became subtly different.
“I don’t know him, never seen him.”
Li Mumu snorted coldly, “Isn’t the main point for you, Lord Sect Master, to extract information from him?
Why bother about my personal privacy?”
“This guy clearly isn’t just someone you can coerce into confession normally; angels are different from regular people, physical punishments are meaningless to them.”
Shen Qingxi was not in a rush to interrogate the prisoner; right now, she just wanted to enjoy the spectacle.
“So you just admitted that this is your personal privacy, right?”
“Reddy, you’ve been secretly having an affair outside?”
“Food can be messed with, but words cannot.”
Li Mumu responded coldly.
“Sect Hierarch, don’t forget that you asked for my help.
I only offer substitution services.
Please don’t use such ambiguous tones, making it seem like I’ve betrayed your emotions and finances.”
Shen Qingxi grabbed Li Mumu’s hand, her eyes brimming with tears, “But you are my wings!”
“Believe it or not, I will slap you to death with chicken wings?”
“Look, she’s panicking.”
Shen Qingxi burst into a sinister chuckle, “Red Shroud, I’ve finally caught your Achilles’ heel!
If you dare not obey my orders in the future, I’ll find your beloved and have him kneel before me and lick my feet!”
Why would you reward him?
“Are we conducting the interrogation or not?
If not, I’m really leaving.”
Her wrist was very sore, and her fingernails were in even worse pain.
The injuries sustained by the True Body of Dharma Image with six arms and three heads could heal in an instant, but the pain would still be felt by her physical body.
It felt like her hands were going to be useless.
Li Mumu felt irritated and couldn’t bother to keep arguing with Shen Qingxi.
“I’m not refusing to interrogate, I’m thinking of a way.”
Shen Qingxi put away her smile, looking at the man hanging upside down, she couldn’t help but sigh.
Angels, aside from looking human, have basically nothing else in common with humans.
“Do I need to call an expert?”
Are there experts in this field?”
Hearing Li Mumu’s question, Shen Qingxi immediately became alert: “Money is not an issue, when can you invite them over?”
Li Mumu shook the puppet doll in her hand: “Wake up and get to work, Miss Freud.”
Her shadow slowly extended, a Witch wearing a cloak and carrying a scythe stepped out from the shadows, her button-like eyes fixating on the man hanging upside down, a profound smile appearing on her face.
Shen Qingxi’s mouth gaped open, staring dumbfounded at the suddenly appearing Wendy.
Why can you capture humanoid pets?
And one from across the supernatural realms at that!
Suddenly feels like my Elemental Lord of Mist is not appealing anymore.
Red Shroud, you hide too many secrets, don’t you?
She subconsciously turned her head to look at Xia Yubing, who stood silently beside her.
Amber Coffin, suspected to be of the Former Dynasty’s Imperial Clan, everything else unknown, the strongest among the three.
Yet no matter what level of opponent, always managing a fifty-fifty win rate, it’s rare to achieve results like Reddy, but almost never gets hurt, always appearing to handle things with ease.
Is she also playing me?
What exactly is this Longevity Sect?
Wasn’t it supposed to be just a shell company?
Both Angels harboring deeper secrets than the other.
Turns out I, as the honorary Sect Hierarch, am the one with the shallowest foundation, right?
So poor, only money left.
“Let me introduce to you, this is Miss Freud, the most professional Demon Hunter on the West Coast.”
Her best concoction being ginseng stewed with mother hen soup.
Of course, Li Mumu would not reveal Wendy’s true background.
Demon Hunter, a role she and Wendy often adopted in their childhood.
But given by the Demons themselves.
A premium choice of Yellowstone Throne.
“Uh, hello, Miss Freud, I am…”
“I know who you are, Miss Shen, no need for further introductions.”
Wendy slightly nodded her head and softly said, “As compensation, I’ll take half of the Ether Substance, no problem, right?”
Shen Qingxi looked bewildered, a mechanically-inclined science student like her clearly had limited understanding of mystical knowledge.
Learning different systems.
She had only heard of such a thing.
Wendy did not explain but paced forward to the hanging man, staring into his eyes.
“Before I start, you have one last chance to confess honestly, leniency for the cooperating culprit.”
The upside-down man disdainfully said: “What can a Little Witch like you, who has only mastered a bit of Demon Power, do to me—ahhhhhhhh—”
Numerous sticky, slimy tentacles sprang from underneath Wendy’s cloak, clinging tightly to the man’s body like octopus tentacles, he barely lasted a second before erupting in a piercing scream.
The unclean and blasphemous power dripped down from the tentacles like a viscous fluid, instantly turning the room sinister and eerie.
The ceiling opened its eyes, and the tables and chairs bared their fangs.
Fortunately, the other three present weren’t exactly innocent beauties of the Mortal World; facing this indescribable contamination, they took it as if someone just turned the air conditioner’s temperature down a bit more, slightly uncomfortable, but still bearable.
But for pure Angels, this blasphemous power was truly the essence of Hell.