Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling Chapter 1245 - 1241: Let Them Suffer a Bit

The prisoners brought over, the curses were real, and their intention to anger Yun Ran was real.

They’re not foolish; since the day they beca prisoners, they knew their outco would not be good.

But they would rather be killed by the person before them than beco sacrifices.

Seeing these people looking prepared to die, Yun Ran chuckled lightly.

She simply had her own principles and bottom line, which didn’t an she was without temper.

Moreover, Yun Ran was currently playing the role of the mysterious Divine Envoy of the Dark Hall.

If she had no temper at all, the people below would eventually rebel.

In a place where humanity is nearly lost, benevolence and goodwill are a joke; only dignity and suppression can control the situation.

Since these people couldn’t grasp the opportunity given, she had to show them so consequences.

Yun Ran flicked her wrist, sending a powerful streak of Gang Wind towards the shouting individuals.

"Puff" "Puff" "Puff"

Several sounds of coughing blood echoed clearly in the relatively closed space of the dungeon, magnifying the sound.

The subordinates standing very close to those hit watched as the Gang Wind seed to have eyes, hitting the targets precisely without affecting them at all.

It should have been a good thing, but the subordinates only felt a chilling terror.

They knew every Lord Divine Envoy’s identity and skills were extraordinary, but witnessing Yun Ran’s precise control of power.

It still instinctively invoked in them a fear of absolute power.

Yun Ran coldly observed the few individuals struck by the Gang Wind, now helplessly sprawled on the ground.

The pain in their bodies left them without strength to curse anymore.

"Really, giving you a chance was useless, so now suffer a little~"

Yun Ran leaned her elbow on the tabletop, lightly resting her chin in her hand, a pose resembling a dark, insane villain.

At this mont, even if soone jumped out to reveal Yun Ran as a fake Divine Envoy, likely no one would believe them.

"Divine... Divine Envoy, you... you drink water..."

A subordinate with extrely low presence couldn’t help but tremble, but he still gathered his courage to pour water for Yun Ran.

Yun Ran lifted her eyelids and saw the subordinate suppressing his fear as best he could.

This was an attempt to interrupt her anger with water, to avoid being implicated.

Yun Ran was speechless; was she really that terrifying?

"No need to test, this Lord Divine Envoy is not interested in the lives of you little ones!"

Yun Ran straightforwardly exposed the subordinate’s cautious intention; although the words were harsh, they indeed comforted everyone.

The subordinates themselves weren’t aware that when they heard the Divine Envoy was uninterested in their lives, their breathing finally normalized.

No longer with the previous cautiousness, they wished to reduce their presence.

"Bring a few more prisoners over again."

No one looked at the few prisoners lying incapacitated on the ground anymore.

Soon, new prisoners were brought back, and as they clearly saw their comrades curled up in pain on the floor, faces crimson and tortured.

Their earlier readiness for death suddenly seed sowhat laughable.

Yun Ran moved her fingers slightly; now Yun Ran didn’t need to speak anymore.

The subordinates imdiately removed the ropes and gags from the newly arrived prisoners.

"Behave and answer our Lord Divine Envoy’s questions, or these blind few will be your end!"

The villains took on the role of the henchman smoothly, and Yun Ran was very satisfied with such cooperation.

The new prisoners looked at their companions on the ground and then at Yun Ran; the curses at the tip of their tongues were ultimately swallowed down.

Even if destined to die, to die tortured after suffering versus collaborating well for a swift end requires no choice.

After much hesitation, one person with a hoarse voice spoke: "Divine... Divine Envoy, what do you want to ask?"

The other prisoners imdiately turned to look at the speaker with a clearly unfriendly gaze.

No one knows whether they hated the speaker for betrayal or for being quicker than them.

But Yun Ran didn’t care about their internal disputes, as long as her purpose was achieved.

Yun Ran took out a dicine bottle, pouring out an iridescent white pill the size of a peanut.

"This Divine Envoy likes those who recognize the tis; this is your reward!"

A subordinate who had stood not far from Yun Ran imdiately bowed, holding out both hands to serve as the ssenger.

Yun Ran released the pill, which fell into the subordinate’s hands.

A clear and gentle dicinal aroma instantly spread; anyone with so discernnt could tell this pill was extraordinary.

If it weren’t for Yun Ran taking out this pill, several subordinates present would truly be able to fight over it.

Facing Yun Ran, the subordinate’s face was as sycophantic as it could be, but turning around to the prisoner receiving the pill, his expression couldn’t be any worse.

"Rember this favor from the Divine Envoy granting you dicine; don’t seek your own end!"

Facing Yun Ran, the Divine Envoy, versus facing others, the people of the Dark Hall wore completely different expressions.

The prisoner’s bound arms were already numb, and his hand trembled slightly when he reached for the pill.

His eyes darted around before he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swallowed the pill in his hand.

A cool yet exceedingly soothing dicinal power quickly swept through his entire body.

The original stagnation on his body, along with old internal injuries, began showing signs of repair.

Having never taken such good dicine before, the prisoner’s eyes froze slightly.

"Who was the man who escaped midway, and what’s his relation to all of you?"

While Yun Ran asked, she casually placed the dicine bottle on the table.

She wasn’t concerned about the prisoner’s current shock; she simply wanted to know what she wanted to know.

anwhile, letting the other prisoners know that as long as they obediently answered her questions, they could obtain unimaginable benefits.

Threats combined with incentives have always been the best way to uncover secrets.

Feeling the pill’s effects, the tentative prisoner now no longer had any psychological burden.

"That person joined us halfway; all we know is his na is Big Bull, and we let him join because of his skills."

This answer was unsatisfactory to Yun Ran.

Just as she was about to ask more, seeing the unfavorable situation, other prisoners began adding more details eagerly, afraid they would miss their chance.