Chapter 137 You have no choice"Uh uh. Beast." As Weir closed his five fingers, Jin Feng's face turned terrifyingly red, she was almost suffocating, her eyes rolled back, and she was still struggling with the last bit of her strength in her mouth. "Golden Wind!" "Let her go!" Xia Liuqing was like a mad wild dog. Even though all his limbs were broken, he still crawled over to stop them. "Bastard...let go!" Seeing that Jin Feng's throat was about to be broken, Xia Liuqing was extremely anxious and begged Jiang Mo: "I said...I said I know that Mrs. Liu, please let your people let go!!" "Stop." Hearing Jiang Mo's voice, Wei Er let go, said nothing, and stepped aside. "cough cough"
Jin Feng survived the disaster, her throat was burning with pain, she couldn't utter a word, she collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. "My patience is limited." Jiang Mo lowered his eyes, staring at Xia Liuqing, and said, "You only have one chance. If you can't do it, you will die with your little girl companion." "I'll draw your portrait. Let Jin Feng go!" Xia Liuqing's eyes were covered with tears. He raised his head with difficulty and choked up, "Please... I will give you a clear enough picture." "Let her go?" Jiang Mo seemed to have heard a big joke and responded jokingly: "You want me to release a monster? Isn't that ridiculous." "She is innocent and has never hurt anyone." "That's enough. You don't have a choice." Jiang Mo shattered Xia Liuqing's fantasy, and his cruel words struck his heart directly. "I know a secret spell. It's too simple to make her suffer a fate worse than death. All you can do is to give her a quick death." "." Xia Liuqing bit his pale lips tightly, his whole body was shaking. He could not forget the tragic scene of the master before his death. The guy in front of him was also chanting an ancient curse and turned the master into blood. "I draw" Xia Liuqing couldn't bear the psychological pressure and lost all hope. It might be a good ending for him to die quickly. "Don't draw it for him, Bu Lao Xia." Jin Feng tried her best to stop him: "Don't draw it for him. I would rather die." "You were going to die anyway." Jiang Mo remained indifferent. At this time, Yousha, who was standing by, gradually got some clues from their conversation and interrupted: "You, do you want him to help you draw a person's appearance?" "Yes, what, do you have a method?"
Jiang Mo looked at Yousha and frowned. There are indeed methods of capturing memories in the world. Could it be that this prisoner also knows it? Just as he was guessing, Yousha gave a clear answer: "I can extract his memory and pass on the key information to you." "I'm still valuable, right? Would you consider sparing my life?" When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked. No one expected that Yousha would have such a method. "Quick! Commit suicide, Old Xia." Jin Feng screamed in horror. She would rather die than see that bastard get what he wanted. As soon as he finished speaking, before Xia Liuqing could even react to what was happening, Yousha's five fingers came down and pressed on his head, emitting faint light, hypnotizing him. "Lao Xia!!" "Lao Xia!!" Seeing that her friend's life or death was unknown, Jin Feng felt heartbroken and tears welled up in her eyes. She squirmed her body, trying to get closer. "killed." After Jiang Mo said these two words, Wei Er moved quickly. He used the nail of his right index finger to scratch Jin Feng's skin and injected the bacteria. "you you." Jin Feng's internal organs were rotting. She could not withstand the erosion of the disease. Her head tilted, she fell to the ground and died. Yousha hadn't cast a spell to retrieve the memory yet. She just cast a pleading look at Jiang Mo and said word by word: "Isn't a loyal dog who can help you retrieve your memory better than a dead body?" "Okay, I won't kill you." Jiang Mo smiled faintly. In troubled times, keeping such a special person with special abilities might be of great use. Yousha slowly closed her eyes, and wisps of snow-white light lingered on her right hand, like tentacles, penetrating Xia Liuqing's brain and reaching the hippocampus, the memory center. Will's face was gloomy and uncertain. After being in the "deep sea" for many years, this was the first time he saw Yousha use such horrific methods. His mood is extremely complicated now. After all, to Jiang Mo, his value is far less than Yousha. Even through the refinement of his memory, everything he has can be obtained by the other party. There were only two choices available to Will; Either he kills Yousha and dies together with her, preventing Jiang Mo from getting any useful information; or he waits for his fate, and there is a possibility that he will be executed after being used up. But at such a close distance, Weir had no confidence that he could defeat Jiang Mo. If he chose the first path, he would surely die. But if he gave up the initiative and became passive, he would have a glimmer of hope. Thinking of this, cold sweat wet his back. He suppressed his impulse, breathed slowly, and relaxed his body to the best state. wait to die. Weir put his life on the line, took a gamble, and waited for death. When Si Chong and Cheng Zhen saw Yousha refining her memory, they were shocked and felt lucky. I remember that when Jiang Mo first taught them the true Dharma, he explained to them the reason why he did not tell them the secret formula. If any disciple went out and encountered such an enemy and was accidentally captured, the entire sect's fundamental Dharma would be stolen. "Junior brother, her methods are too threatening. If you want to keep her alive, it would be like keeping a ferocious tiger by your side."
Si Chong had some concerns, but Jiang Mo was the head of the sect after all, so he could only give him some advice. As a disciple, he would obey all the decisions made by his junior fellow disciple. "It's alright, brother." "Whether you are a dragon or a tiger, you have to lie down." Jiang Mo knew his limits. A dangerous person like this was still within his control. The innate Qi fire stationed in his brain could be killed as long as it burned. When Cheng Zhen and Si Chong saw Jiang Mo make the decision, they no longer had any objections. The process of searching through memories was a bit slow, and Will felt every second was extremely tormented. He vaguely saw that death was slowly approaching, and his thoughts were erratic, like a prisoner on his way to the execution ground tossing and turning the night before. instantly. The snow-colored light dissipated, Yousha withdrew her right hand, and Xia Liuqing lay deathly still on the ground, breathing weakly, his heart beating slower and slower, and he walked towards death peacefully. "It's a person called Liu Pozi, right?" "Yeah." Jiang Mo nodded clearly. "Found it. If you touch her with your hand, you can see what she looks like." Yousha held a ball of light in her palm and pushed it forward lightly. Jiang Mo grasped with his right hand, and clear memories emerged before his eyes. He saw a white dream world, and an old lady with a kind face was murmuring: "Xiao Xia, come over to Gao Huzi. The leader has been talking about you and Jin Feng. Come over and have a drink." Jiang Mo stared at the face of the old vicious woman from southern Xinjiang from a distance, and the light ball of memory dissipated. "Does it meet your requirements?" Yousha asked softly. At this moment she was probably sure that Jiang Mo would not kill her again, and she felt relieved. "very good." "Let's send him off." Jiang Mo decided Xia Liuqing's life or death with just one sentence. "At your service." Yousha created a new transparent cube, covering Xia Liuqing's body, and continuously compressing it until it was only the size of a palm. The transparent cube was filled with squeezed and deformed flesh and blood. The most vicious villain - Xia Liuqing, died. Will's breathing became a little rapid. Now that three captives were dead and the gold had been offered as tribute, the only issue left was his whereabouts. Before Jiang Mo could speak, he surrendered first and took the initiative to show his goodwill: "I am also valuable. I control hundreds of disease factors and a lot of curse witchcraft. If you let me live, I can clear a lot of obstacles for you." "A word that is true?" Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, since he let the woman who practiced magic go, he didn't mind letting this half-human, half-beast creature survive. "My life and death are entirely under your control. If you kill me now, the value gain will be minimal. It would be better to let me solve some problems for you as I said."
Will kept a low profile and did everything he could. "Make a deal with you." Hearing these brief words, Weier's heart suddenly shook, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said, "You say." "Soon, there will be a second, or even a third, group of assassins attacking the mountain." Jiang Mo stated his request: "Prove to me your ability, prove that you are qualified to live and be used by me." "Kill twenty people and you can live." Will took a deep breath, and asked, "How many of them are there?" Jiang Mo used the number of people in the Sin Sand as an example to make an estimate: "There are about 30 to 40 people in each batch. You can hunt them at will, and the number of heads of the strong and the weak will be the same." "it is good" When Will learned that there were more than sixty prey, he finally felt relieved. What he was worried about at first was that the number of those mountain raiders was too small and he could not collect twenty heads. "Where do I wait?" Will's injuries have not healed yet, and he wants to take the time to recuperate, restore his remaining strength, and increase his survival rate. As long as he is in full condition, he is confident that he can complete the mission. "Go outside." Jiang Mo waved his hand, signaling him to step back. Weir tactfully left the Sutra Repository, and soon, under Yousha's control, another transparent block was opened. In an instant, densely packed gold piled up like a mountain. "Check it out." Jiang Mo's eyes swept across the gold all over the ground, and he said nonchalantly: "There are more than enough. Whether we check or not, we may not be able to use them all in the short term." "What should I call you?" Yousha asked respectfully. "Jiang Mo, this is my senior brother Si Chong and my nephew Cheng Zhen. When you see them in the future, it's like seeing me." Hearing his order, the woman was stunned for a moment, and said, "Yousha, my name is, and I am willing to serve you." (End of this chapter)