The Daoist was indeed smart.
Wang Ye only gave him a hint, yet he immediately understood the intention behind it.
As for the scarecrow, it was just for fun.
Wang Ye was not a good person, so there was no need to tell him everything. If he didn't leave something behind, Wang Ye would have treated everyone equally today.
After all, Wang Ye was now a weeping ghost, and Mao Yong'an wouldn't be able to find anything on him afterwards.
After Mao Yong'an left, Wang Ye went to the sack.
He had only brought a rope downstairs, but clearly had no intention of giving the rope away.
In fact, Wang Ye was a little wary of this guy in his heart.
After all, Xiao Wu's strength had been nearly halved after just an hour. Besides, even Xiao Wu at his peak had barely escaped from him.
But he still had to try boldly.
Thinking so, Wang Ye tentatively took out a brazier from the sack as a test.
The brazier was also a torture device used to burn charcoal and heat iron brands.
Seeming to understand Wang Ye's intention, he casually cut a slit on his belly and took the blood from his abdomen to form a blood clot, which he threw into the brazier.
Then his belly closed up.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was clearly still a lot left in this guy's belly, it was better to err on the side of caution.
He gently took a step back and let Wang Ye go past him.
Wang Ye looked at him curiously, then entered the passage and left.
In an instant, only the somewhat weak middle-aged man was left in the torture chamber.
He had a very complex expression, mimicking Mao Yong'an's actions by throwing some copper needles used for torture and a whip into the sack.
The result...
Wang Ye didn't move at all.
...
He tried throwing in an iron bar covered in spikes, looking at Wang Ye expectantly.
The result...
Wang Ye was still motionless.
The middle-aged man's face turned ugly.
Based on his previous analysis, this ghost wouldn't go too far if he didn't fight back. After all, the previous two left quite a lot behind and got away safely after paying a toll.
Why wouldn't it work when it was his turn?
Wang Ye looked at the middle-aged man, filled with coldness inside.
He realized that having someone who looked like him take the blame for him didn't seem to be a bad thing after all.
At least this way, he could detect who harbored hostility towards him from the shadows.
This guy had always looked at that Wang Ye nonchalantly before.
That gaze was exactly the same as Luo Ping's.
And he gave off the same aura. Adding the abnormality of Luo Ping's corpse, if he couldn't figure out from these clues that the man before him was Luo Ping, then he should just die.
Sure enough, when the middle-aged man sensed something wrong, he immediately stopped paying and quickly retreated to stand beside the coffin, looking at Wang Ye warily.
Just like Luo Ping, afraid of death.
Wang Ye sneered. No matter how Luo Ping concealed his identity and changed his appearance, his fear of death had never changed.
What a waste of that intellect, not using it properly.
Sighing slightly, he instantly rushed forward with Xiao Si and Xiao Wu, not giving Luo Ping a chance to make a last stand.
Luo Ping's face twisted wildly as he let out a low roar, looking somewhat insane.
On the ground, the body of the girl silently stood up, her expression numb, sneak attacking Wang Ye.
Able to manipulate corpses?
Wang Ye glanced at the girl, then moved around Luo Ping at a bizarre speed to get behind him.
Then he punched Luo Ping's back.
At the same time, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu in front killed over from both sides, seamlessly ripping off both of Luo Ping's arms to prevent him from playing any tricks.
In just an instant, Luo Ping was already restrained in place, unable even to resist.
As for the girl's corpse, Xiao Wu shattered her delicate head with one punch, turning it into mush.
Why...why?
I have no grudge against you!
Luo Ping looked at Wang Ye despairingly, not understanding.
No grudge?
You nearly killed me in Lin'an City.
Wang Ye patted Luo Ping's shoulder and said softly.
Wang Ye!!!
Luo Ping was stunned for a moment. He looked incredulously at the ghostly man before him, then his whole face was filled with rage: If not for you, I would have refined myself into a Half-King level demon by now!
By then, unifying the human race and sweeping the Wasteland would be easy!
You ruined the future of the human race!
You are the one who should die!
If looks could kill, Luo Ping would have shredded Wang Ye into a thousand pieces by now.
Ignorant fool!
Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping coldly: Have you ever been deep into the Wasteland? Do you know what strength the guy from Lin'an City amounted to in the Wasteland?
All so-called acts for the human race are merely excuses to satisfy your own desires!
The human race would have to be cursed for eight generations to produce a spawn like you!
Wang Ye's voice was icy cold. Holding the still blood-stained wooden chair, he slowly walked towards Luo Ping, full of killing intent.
Without a doubt, the next second Wang Ye would smash Luo Ping's head.
Sensing the threat of death approaching, Luo Ping started to panic.
I...I...
You can't kill me. I'm called Luo Ping. I'm a descendant of the Luo family.
My ancestors shed blood for the human race.
I'm the descendant of heroes.
Luo Ping forcefully swallowed, his face drenched in sweat. Before absolute strength, all schemes became jokes.
The Luo family?
You're from a family before the Eternal Night?
And what do you mean by Half-King level earlier?
Wang Ye squatted in front of Luo Ping and asked.
He vaguely felt that this guy might know a lot.
Luo Ping looked at Wang Ye full of hope, as if grasping at a final lifeline: I said it...will you let me go if I do?
I swear by the names of my parents that if...if I cause you trouble in the future, may my family's ancestors never rest in peace!
....
Wang Ye had a strange look on his face.
This Luo Ping was simply afraid of death to an extreme...
Wang Ye hadn't even said anything yet and he was making such a vicious oath already?