As Gu Mengyang made his move, he subdued Qiu Mingzi against the wall.
With Qiu Mingzi restrained, his figure also became visible.
Against the wall, his neck was being choked by Gu Mengyang.
The moment his shape was revealed, Mengyang immediately controlled his hands.
Qiu Mingzi was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting his sneak attack to fail and instead to be subdued.
He had chosen to strike at a moment when Mengyang had let down his guard; and although he indeed injured Mengyang, he was discovered and controlled right away!
Seeing himself restrained, a trace of panic crept into Qiu Mingzi’s eyes, "You... you knew I hadn’t left?"
Gu Mengyang looked at the man he pressed against the wall, a dangerous and icy smile hooking on his lips, his words unhurried, "What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Mingzi knew he had been tricked.
This time, Mengyang learned from his previous lesson and immediately dislocated both of Qiu Mingzi’s arms, while also thoroughly searching the talisman paper hidden in his wide sleeves.
Because of the dislocated arms, Qiu Mingzi uttered two agonized screams one after another. After screaming, Qiu Mingzi looked at Mengyang with a white, wrinkled face full of begging, "Please, my lord, I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake, please spare me."
Mengyang listened and silently sneered, paying him no heed and raising his hand to rub his shoulder that had just been in pain.
Seeing Mengyang ignoring him, Qiu Mingzi also stopped pleading.
Watching Mengyang rub his shoulder, Qiu Mingzi’s expression flickered, his eyes half-closed, the corners squeezed into a mass of wrinkles, his gaze venomously fixed on Mengyang, "It’s alright if you don’t let me go, but if you don’t, you will die."
Mengyang, hearing Qiu Mingzi’s words, raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.
Seeing Mengyang look at him, Qiu Mingzi coughed lightly, puffed out his chest with pride, and said, "I have placed a curse on you that only I can remove. If you don’t release me, you won’t survive the next two hours."
"Oh? Is that so?" Mengyang’s eyebrow lifted, his gaze at Qiu Mingzi full of interest.
Such lack of panic or fear was not expected by Qiu Mingzi, leaving him stunned for a few seconds.
"If that is true, I will kill you before I die, and consider it revenge," Mengyang spoke gently while continuing to rub his shoulder.
The moment Mengyang spoke, Qiu Mingzi’s face changed.
"You... you are not afraid to die?" Qiu Mingzi looked at Mengyang, asking that question.
"What is there to be afraid of in death?" Mengyang’s gaze slightly lowered, not even sparing Qiu Mingzi a glance, a faint smile on his lips.
Could this be a madman?
"Please, my lord, if you let me go, I will undo this curse for you, how about that? This way, neither of us needs to die," Qiu Mingzi begged Mengyang, hoping to persuade him, afraid that Mengyang would really kill him.
Upon hearing this, Mengyang seemed unresponsive, continuing with his gaze lowered, carelessly saying, "Whether you remove the curse or not doesn’t really matter to me, mainly because, I am quite curious about what it’s like to die from such a curse."
This really must be a madman, right?
"How about I kill you now, so that later when the curse takes effect and I don’t have the strength to do it?" Mengyang spoke, then suddenly turned his head to look at Qiu Mingzi and said so.