Others, seeing that Mo Hua indeed kept his promise, and asked only "harmless" questions, all hesitated in their hearts.
"Now, the second question!" Mo Hua continued, "How old are you?"
This ti, after just a few breaths, soone replied: "One hundred and thirty years old...."
Mo Hua nodded and spared him from punishnt.
Then he asked, "What is your surna?"
Before the words fell, soone answered: "My surna is Zhao!"
Mo Hua honored the agreent and paused his formation instrunts.
Afterwards, Mo Hua asked another round of questions, mostly "trivial matters," aiming to foster a habit of answering questions among these people.
After a round, only the leading brute bit his teeth, saying nothing.
Mo Hua ignored him and continued:
"Alright, we’re starting the second round."
After saying that, he reactivated all the punishing formations.
In an instant, these cultivators, who barely had a mont to breathe, faced yet another round of "torture."
"Second round, first question..." Mo Hua’s eyes flickered, "What na do you use on the Dao?"
This question was slightly more confidential, yet handled just right.
Soon, soone couldn’t endure the formation’s punishnt and spoke up:
"Brothers in the Dao honor with the na ’Poisonous Sixth Master’..."
Mo Hua slightly frowned.
He had no impression of this na.
Could it be an outsider?
Mo Hua nodded slightly and asked the second question.
From this question on, the intensity would step up bit by bit.
"Why did you co here?"
The atmosphere suddenly beca sowhat heavy.
This group of desperate bandit cultivators remained silent.
So things they could say, but so they clearly couldn’t.
Mo Hua was not in a hurry either.
Even among the sa group, robbing and plundering together, sworn brothers, ruthless, their endurance to pain was different.
So could withstand it, but inevitably, so could not.
Sure enough, after a mont, soone whispered: "We are... ordered to manage this station..."
"Manage?" Mo Hua sneered.
Since the person had spoken, they could only grit their teeth and say: "This place is remote and sparsely populated, if a fat sheep passes by, we can earn so extra..."
"You ntioned being ordered, whose order?" Mo Hua asked again.
"I..."
Before he could speak, the leading brute scolded: "Shut up!"
Mo Hua gave the leading brute a glance.
Gu An understood his intention, and imdiately took out a black cloth, tying the brute’s mouth to prevent him from speaking.
"Continue," Mo Hua said.
The cultivator gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, tremblingly said: "You said... just one question, but I already answered two..."
Mo Hua realized, "Right!"
One should keep their word, even when using punishnt.
Indeed, Mo Hua spared him and turned his gaze to the remaining few, "I’ll give you this opportunity to answer."
Imdiately soone, unable to endure the pain of blades cutting and fire water entering the body, hastily said:
"It’s Big Brother! Big Brother told us to guard this station!"
Seeing that brothers who answered questions were spared from suffering, while he still dealt with the unbearable pain in shackles.
People are not afraid of scarcity but of inequality.
He feared his brothers’ suffering.
More so feared their enjoynt while he suffered.
"Big Brother also said to do our best, clean-handedly without causing trouble, and after the task, a large amount of Spirit Stones would be given, with special permission to enjoy a night on the boat..."
Upon hearing this, Gu Changhuai and others were slightly moved.
Mo Hua asked: "What boat?"
"It’s... a Flower Boat."
"What Flower Boat?"
The cultivator said: "We are from out of town, we don’t know the boat’s na, just know that it’s full of singing, dancing, and... many won..."
"How do you get on the boat?"
"I don’t know, unless soone leads the way, nobody knows the entrance to board, and getting on the boat is impossible."
Mo Hua nodded and spared him from punishnt, then turned to continue asking:
"Who exactly is this ’Big Brother’ you ntion?"
He pointed to the whiskery, mouth-tied leading brute, "...shouldn’t be this trash, right?"
The leading brute made muffled sounds, looking angrily at Mo Hua.
"No..." a scar-faced cultivator said.
Mo Hua asked: "Who is he?"
The scarred cultivator looked anxious.
He wanted to say, yet he could not...
Mo Hua roughly understood, after a thought, said: "Alright then, you don’t have to say, I’ll say it, you just need to answer."
The scarred cultivator nodded.
"This Big Brother of yours..." Mo Hua’s gaze was profound, calculating in secret, "is he proficient in water system skills?"
The scarred cultivator showed a look of shock, nodding.
"Has he... killed many people?"
The scarred cultivator silently nodded.
"So is his title... Water Yama?" Mo Hua’s gaze suddenly sharpened.
The leading brute was both anxious and angry, eyes wide open but couldn’t speak.
The scarred cultivator looked at the brute, after a pause, slowly nodded, "Yes."
Indeed!
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened slightly.
Finally caught sothing!
Afterwards, Mo Hua asked so other miscellaneous things.
These desperate bandit cultivators, after this tornt, were no longer desperate, obediently telling everything.
Brothers should share weal and woe.
Whoever spoke slower, whoever would suffer more.
They naturally weren’t willing.
After asking, Gu Changhuai tied them up, then, with Gu An and Gu Quan, separately searched the station.
Gu An walking beside Gu Changhuai, said sowhat sentintally:
"Young Master Mo is indeed clever, he has many ideas..."
Gu Changhuai’s gaze paused, but his expression seed sowhat heavy.
Not clever, too clever...
The child, unknown raised by whom, influenced by whom, seeming innocent but with eyes revealing insight into human nature.
Playing with this group of desperate bandit cultivators in the palm of his hand.
Sowing discord, mixing grace and punishnt, prying open these bandits’ mouths.
Such thods, many old Supervisors can’t play.
If this child follows the Righteous Dao in the future, it’s all good, but if he strays and becos a Gui Tao and Demon cultivator manipulating minds, that scene, simply unimaginable...
Gu Changhuai deeply sighed.
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