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"Ugh."
I groaned in pain, feeling as if I had been thrown onto a very hard and cold surface. I must be tied up, with my hands and feet bound, unable to move at all. Not only that, but a thick cloth was covering my eyes, and my mouth was sealed shut with tape.
Moreover, the other party had meticulously wrapped tape around each of my fingers; now, aside from my toes, I couldn't move any part of my body.
This technique is truly professional! If they hadn't tied up hundreds or thousands of people, they wouldn't have such meticulous and thorough skills! But is this a kidnapping? Could this 'Drunken Hero' be involved in human trafficking? No way! Where are they planning to sell me? Are they going to send me to Africa to become a Slave?
No, there’s no market for Slaves anymore. Are they planning to sell me to Japan to be a Cowherd? That doesn’t make sense either; wouldn’t the buyer end up losing money? There are people who deal in executions, but no one would engage in a losing business like that.
Wait, why do I feel like I'm being sold and still have to help them settle accounts? Shouldn't the priority be to escape first?
But right now, I can't move my hands or feet, can't shout with my mouth, and I can't even see with my eyes. I'm basically useless.
But how could a living person die from holding in their urine? The Mountain Man has his tricks; even if it gets a bit dirty...
I can't move my body, but can’t other things still move?
Just as I was about to act on my thoughts, I suddenly heard a series of footsteps approaching. I quickly pretended to still be asleep.
"Did you catch that guy who sneaked in?" A sharp and affected voice rang out. You might not understand this; let me put it this way: have you ever heard eunuchs speak in TV dramas? Yes! That's the feeling!
"We caught him; he's locked up right now." That voice sounded familiar; it belonged to the bald man who had a tattoo of a lobster—no, a scorpion—on his head.
But it was clear that the bald man was very respectful towards that Suspected eunuch, even showing a hint of fear. It seems that the 'eunuch' is the bald man's boss? In this day and age, how can anyone become a leader without being a bit twisted?
"Is that so?" The eunuch seemed quite excited: "Take me there quickly."
Hearing this made me shiver involuntarily. This guy better not have any weird fetishes! If he really brings out whips and candles, even if it means breaking the rules, I’ll make sure that guy's Lifespan gets cut short! He must die immediately!
"Clang!"
A metallic clanging sound echoed, and I heard footsteps stop right in front of me.
My nerves were stretched tight as two people dragged me up from the ground and ripped the tape off my mouth.
"Hiss," I cried out in pain; those two were merciless, tearing away not just the tape but also the fine hairs around my mouth.
"Heh heh." A chilling voice chuckled lightly. Something grabbed my chin, lifting it gently upward.
"Who are you?" I asked directly before the other person could speak.
I had watched enough dramas where people revealed all the truths before killing someone, so I was taking a gamble, hoping that this 'eunuch' had the same habit.
But crying to you, those dramas are all lies.
"Caw Caw, I am Black Wuchang. It is I who will interrogate you, not the other way around." The 'eunuch' said, "Identity, deployment, plans, and who your boss is?"
"I have no boss; my identity is confidential. The deployment and plans have already failed."
You wouldn’t believe that my boss is Xie either.
"Your mouth is quite tough," the eunuch remarked, then waved his hand. "Use Clear Mind Talisman. I don't believe he won't talk."
Clear Mind Talisman? I was very familiar with this item; after all, I still had several in my Seed Bag! This thing was excellent for interrogation; once applied to the forehead, everything—whether it should be revealed or not—would come out. However, for me, this information was not so simple. At least it proved that what I was facing was not an ordinary person.
Previously, I had always been cautious because our Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs, while also a law enforcement agency, was quite special. After all, we were considered an overseas organization, so we were particularly careful when dealing with mortals. But now that he brought out the Clear Mind Talisman, it meant he acknowledged that he was at least a practitioner like me; if not him, then at least a cultivator stood behind them.
That meant I now had every reason to stop holding back; it was time to fight back!
Ever since I learned Void Conjuration, I had left a backup plan on myself. I placed a Fire Talisman under my tongue. Although the Fire Talisman wasn't high-level, it was still an unexpected move. Moreover, since it was hidden under my tongue, even without making a move, I could directly use my spiritual power to activate it.
As soon as I opened my mouth, a flame shot out and enveloped me entirely in an instant.
Flames transformed into serpentine fire, and two of them burned through the ropes binding my hands and feet. I casually removed the black cloth from my eyes, regaining my vision.
It was at this moment that I realized I was trapped in a large iron cage, at least two meters high. The cage was enormous, even equipped with a chair designed to restrain a person, the kind used for S&M.
In addition, various whips and torture devices were all present; I even spotted some chili pepper spray.
Good grief, could that despicable eunuch truly be a master of this realm? Looking at those instruments of torture sent chills down my spine, raising goosebumps on my arms.
As I stepped out amidst the flames, still ignited on my feet, I caught sight of that dead eunuch. Filled with rage, I lifted my leg and kicked him to the ground. That wasn't enough; I followed up with two more kicks. If it weren't for the fear of dirtying my shoes, I would have genuinely wanted to stomp him into the floor! That guy disgusted me to no end.
However, the bald man nearby was not idle either. Seeing how easily I had escaped, he immediately drew a dagger and a tranquilizer gun that resembled a pistol from his waist.
But unlike before, when we were in the corridor where I couldn't use the Wind Walking Technique, this time I knew that his gun was a tranquilizer. He had pretended to incapacitate me earlier, which became the biggest stain on my career. I had to clear that up!
The only way to redeem myself was to resolve this situation flawlessly; otherwise, my later life would be ruined here.
My Flying Sword must have been taken by the bald man and his crew. But it didn't matter; after all, I still had a Seed Bag—an almost cheat-like weapon storage!
Three wooden swords flew out from the Seed Bag (the Flying Sword was equipment borrowed from Uncle Xing, and there were only three). They blocked the henchman next to the bald man while that dead eunuch lay on the ground from my kick. My primary target now was the bald man known as 'Lobster.'
The bald man held a Wakizashi horizontally across his chest with one hand while gripping the tranquilizer gun in the other, looking for an opportunity to shoot me again.
Although I wasn't a Saint Seiya and wouldn't fall for the same trick twice, I already knew that his weapon was just a toy meant to intimidate. Why should I fear a Chicken Feather?
With Wind Walk activated in my feet, I bent my waist at an odd angle and snatched the Wakizashi from the bald man's hand. Although this Wakizashi was produced mechanically, its steel quality seemed decent enough. Plus, since the bald man likely sharpened it often, its sharpness was acceptable.
At the moment I seized the Wakizashi, sparks flew from the tranquilizer gun in his hand.
The tranquilizer bullet was merely a long needle filled with a small amount of anesthetic. Even though I had been careless and hit earlier, it hadn't put me under for long. However, once struck by such a needle, its effects took hold quickly.
The Wakizashi sliced through the air and severed the tranquilizer needle in half. With my Spiritual Sight activated, everything seemed too slow! But why did I get hit the first time? It was because I thought he had a real gun in hand; in that instant of panic, all I could think about was dodging (after all, it's unlikely for a bullet to be cut in half). Little did I know it was just a needle being shot out that caught me off guard.
But now I know what that thing is, so is there any need for me to be afraid? After severing the anesthetic needle, my movements did not stop; instead, I used my Wakizashi to draw a 'Z' shape in the air. With a twist of the blade, a cold light sliced through the anesthetic gun in the bald man's hand, splitting it in two.
The bald man looked at the half gun in his hand, wanting to cry but having no tears. In just a brief moment, one of his weapons was snatched away by his opponent, and the other was casually turned into scrap.
Taking advantage of the bald man's moment of shock, I executed a Sweep Kick, knocking him to the ground. Then I waved my hand to retrieve the wooden sword and continued moving my feet. In one step, I exited the iron cage and locked its large door behind me.
The key was still inserted in the lock, so I easily locked the door of the cage. The flames inside gradually extinguished, revealing several people trapped within.
I had no idea where I was right now, but no matter what, I needed to regain my freedom first. I headed toward the only exit of this room.
However, as soon as I stepped out the door, I was blocked by more than a dozen iron cages that were even larger than the one that had imprisoned me.
The numerous cages filled the entire space tightly. Not only that, but each cage also held a Sister!
Missing girls!
It seems this matter is indeed closely related to the Drunken Hero, and according to what that dead eunuch said earlier, there should also be cultivators involved in this affair.
But it seems that among these more than a dozen cages, there is no sign of Shaoming.
Where has Shaoming gone?
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