Chapter 1363: Chapter 764 Broken Finger
Despite his pale face, Song Jian still summoned the courage and asked:
“Who… are you? How can there be monster cultivators within the Qian Learning State Boundary? What exactly do you want? Where is this place?”
Song Jian asked in one breath.
But he felt a chill in his heart, and his voice trembled unavoidably.
The monster cultivator gave a sinister smile without answering.
The prison was gloomy, with bloodstains everywhere.
Ouyang Mu was sowhat nervous, and Ling Huxiao’s expression was grave.
Song Jian pondered for a mont and then spoke coldly:
“I am from the Direct Lineage of the Song family of the Sever Gold Sect, you’d better not ss with , or the Song family will never let you go!”
Upon hearing this, the monster cultivator sneered coldly, “The Song family… cannot even protect themselves…”
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a night owl.
Song Jian was shocked, unsure if it was true, and then cursed angrily:
“Monstrous creature, what nonsense are you spouting?!”
The monster cultivator didn’t show anger but instead took out two letters from his sleeve, handing them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu:
“Use your blood to write a letter.”
“You…” The monster cultivator stretched out his crimson finger with tumors, pointing at Song Jian, “Write to your parents, tell them you’re in our hands and they had better behave, or else prepare to collect your corpse…”
The monster cultivator then turned his head to glance at Ouyang Mu. “As for you…”
His face was mostly hidden in a black robe, making his expression unclear, but his tone carried so significance, “Write to your brother, let him be sensible…”
Ouyang Mu was stunned.
Mo Hua was also sowhat surprised at the words.
Little Wood’s brother… Senior Brother Feng?
They captured Song Jian to threaten his parents and the Song family behind them.
Capturing Little Wood was to manipulate Senior Brother Feng?
The monster cultivator said “be sensible…”
This indicated that they had already contacted Senior Brother Feng before, and because Senior Brother Feng was not “sensible,” that’s why they captured Little Wood, using his younger brother as a hostage to make him “be sensible?”
Mo Hua frowned and then looked at Ling Huxiao.
Song Jian and Little Wood both have to write letters, but Ling Huxiao doesn’t?
Mo Hua pondered for a mont and felt it seed right.
Ling Huxiao had good Sword Dao talent and was highly valued by the sect.
But his background seed not so good, only a branch of the Linghu family.
He also had distant relations with fellow disciples.
No familiar close relatives were around.
There was no one they could use to threaten.
The group of monster cultivators surely wouldn’t dare to deliver threatening letters to the Heaven Void Ancestor of the Rushing Void Sect…
That would be a true act of boldness.
Even if they lost their senses, they probably wouldn’t dare…
In the prison, it’s certain Little Wood wouldn’t threaten his brother.
He held the letter firmly, his expression stubborn and defiant, his face almost clearly saying, “I’d rather die than write.”
Ouyang Mu remained silent.
Beside him, Song Jian actually showed quite the guts.
“Make my parents behave? What do you think you are?!”
“Threatening the Song family, with just you, a hidden, foul, neither-human-nor-monster creature?!”
Song Jian cursed harshly.
The tall monster cultivator’s face was shrouded in shadow, making it unclear, but his anger was evident.
A mont later, he laughed coldly, “Won’t take a toast, but drinking the penalty wine.”
“If you won’t write, then I can only take sothing from you…”
Murderous intent erged from the monster cultivator.
Song Jian’s expression turned panicked, he didn’t have ti to react before he felt a wave of stench coming face-first, then a sharp pain in his finger, and when he finally reacted, he saw blood flowing heavily on his hand.
A little finger had already been cut off.
In front of the brutal monster cultivator of the Foundation Establishnt Peak, he, a pampered, Foundation Building Middle Stage family disciple, had absolutely no power to fight back.
Song Jian groaned in pain, his face pale, sweat pouring from his forehead.
This change happened very quickly.
Ling Huxiao’s expression shifted, hurriedly reminded: “Junior Brother Mu!”
Ouyang Mu was sowhat dazed, reminded by Ling Huxiao, his expression changed, and he intended to withdraw, but in a blink, he saw a tall, blood-reeking monster cultivator closing in.
His wrist hurt sharply, as if being clamped by a monster beast’s claw.
Then a red light flashed.
Ouyang Mu’s little finger was also cut off.
Ouyang Mu winced from the pain but held on, biting his lip without uttering a word.
Ling Huxiao was furious, coldly reprimanding: “Scoundrel!”
The monster cultivator’s body was dark, like a small mountain, holding two cut fingers, with blood dripping down.
He glanced at Ling Huxiao, his tone was peaceful, even sowhat polite.
“Forgive , my lord.” The monster cultivator said lightly.
Ling Huxiao’s Sword Heart quivered, suddenly alert.
But he was shackled by chains, without a sword in hand, unable to resist.
The monster cultivator had profound cultivation, strong power, and swift speed, in a blink he approached Ling Huxiao.
The stench surged.
In an instant, Ling Huxiao’s small hand was also sliced by a small segnt.
The severe pain struck, Ling Huxiao’s face turned pale, he clenched his lips, made no sound, only his gaze was cold and sharp like a sword aid at the monster cultivator.
The monster cultivator’s deanor was also cold, silent, but he subtly avoided Ling Huxiao’s gaze, seeming fearful, not daring to provoke Ling Huxiao too much.
Thus, all three of Ling Huxiao’s party had their little fingers cut off.
The monster cultivator took out three wooden boxes, placing the cut fingers inside each, speaking calmly:
“Since you won’t write letters, I can only resort to this last asure and take so tokens.”
After saying this, he pulled out three glowing pills and casually tossed them to Ling Huxiao’s party, “After taking the pill, your fingers will grow back…”
“I am just following orders, if you cooperate, it saves trouble; if not, you’ll naturally suffer, you can’t bla for this…”
These words, rather than being spoken to the three, seed more directed at Ling Huxiao alone.
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