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When the last silver needle in Yang Muyu's hand pierced three inches below Huang Lanyu's navel, Huang Lanyu was immediately scared to death. It was the place where the purple palace and spiritual power were stored. Once it was abandoned, it meant that there was no way to practice martial arts in this life. But it was not over yet. Yang Muyu took out another porcelain bottle, opened the bottle plug, and pinched Huang Lanyu's nose hard.

Huang Lanyu opened his mouth and took this opportunity to tamper the bottle into his mouth and forced the bottle of medicine.

Huang Lanyu only felt that the potion in the bottle was extremely bitter, and there was a fishy smell in the middle, which was like a knife cutting into his throat. The potion entered his abdomen, and it seemed that charcoal was swallowed in his abdomen, and it immediately started to burn.

Yang Muyu put the potion bottle next to his nose and smelled it, then said to the rabbit who was busy eating candy: "I knew you little bastard are not good at doing things well, and the medicine is not smelly enough?"

The rabbit was so aggrieved that he turned red eyes at him, feeling depressed. It was a rabbit, but it was not responsible for the poison, and it was not a little rabbit.

While Yang Muyu was distracted from speaking, Huang Lanyu tried to stand up desperately, but as soon as he moved, he felt hundreds of insects biting in his abdomen. He almost screamed out in pain, and the cold sweat on his head was already draining.

Yang Muyu stretched out one foot and stepped on his face and rubbed it hard. When did Huang Lanyu suffer such humiliation in his life? He was so angry that his seven orifices were smoked. He wanted to struggle, but his abdomen was so painful that he couldn't use any strength and his spiritual power could not be raised. He could only threaten fiercely: "Yang Muyu, I will have to kill you sooner or later."

Yang Muyu shook his head gently, how could this person say this?

"You are right, let me think about it? Do I want to kill you now? Although it is a little troublesome to configure the corpse-transforming pill, in order to prevent you from coming to kill me in the future, it is a little troublesome." Yang Muyu still smiled calmly. The ** courtyard has the benefits of the ** courtyard.

Although I made some noise just now, there was still a quiet surroundings, and no one would meddle in other people's business to take a look. What's more, once every small courtyard in Hongtong Inn was rented out, it belonged to the customer's private space. Even the store owner did not have the right to break in.

"Corpse Transformation Pill?" Huang Lanyu couldn't help but close his mouth, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. He had heard of this thing. Once the corpse Transformation Pill was contaminated with blood, it would melt a good person into a pool of blood, and not even a bone left.

This thing is not only effective for corpses, but also a kind of inhuman torture for living people. Fortunately, the formula of this corpse transformation pill is very secret. I heard from my grandfather that no one in the mountains and seas could be configured, but what did Yang Muyu just say? He could actually configure the corpse transformation pill? Who is he?

It was not until this moment that he began to feel regret and fear.

"I think you must have been hiding it from everyone when you came. Then if I killed you with the corpse-transforming pill, Tianyi Sect would not settle the score with me, right? More importantly, even if they suspect me, it's nothing. After all, you are a dignified fourth-level spiritual power cultivator, and I am just an ordinary child. Who would believe that a child will have a way to kill a fourth-level spiritual power cultivator?" Yang Muyu said, squatted down, took out a dagger from his boots, and gently picked it up, and he had already pulled his clothes.

"What are you going to do?" Huang Lanyu asked in horror as pale as earth.

Yang Muyu didn't answer, and quickly cut all the clothes on Huang Lanyu's body with a few strokes. Then he pulled off a few rags hanging on him and stuffed them into his mouth. Then he slapped him more than a dozen times, only slapped Huang Lanyu's cheeks red and swollen.

Huang Lanyu was shocked and scared, angry, but he couldn't move, but just looked at Yang Muyu with his eyes.

Yang Muyu shook his head and said softly: "It seems you want to eat me? In fact, you don't have to blame me. If you don't provoke me, how could I target you? Rabbit, come here and don't be too busy eating." Finally, he couldn't help but greet the rabbit who was eating candy.

The rabbit jumped over with his ears and gestured his claws. Sisi screamed twice in dissatisfaction, complaining that Yang Muyu shouldn't disturb him when he was eating candy.

"You said, rabbit, how should I deal with him now? Should I kill him or release him?" Yang Muyu asked with a frown.

The rabbit screamed twice, gestured with its paws and said, "Your head is flooded. If you release him, wouldn't he come to trouble you?"

"Well, then what you mean is to kill him?" Yang Muyu asked, while the dagger gestured on Huang Lanyu's chest. The sharp dagger suddenly cut open the surface of his skin, and blood flowed. As long as he used a little force on his hand, he could stab the dagger into his heart and kill him.

Huang Lanyu couldn't help but tremble all over his body. It's not that he was very timid, but no one saw his body being constantly scratched by a dagger, as if he was cutting fat on the chopping board, and blood kept coming out, so he was afraid that his heart would be filled with cold air.

"Rabbit, what you mean is, don't kill him? Let him serve us as a slave for a few days? Well, this is not bad." Yang Muyu looked at the rabbit with his claws and immediately considered this possibility seriously. "Mr. Huang, you can choose two ways yourself. First, I will kill you now; second, if you want to survive, be my slave. Although I have given you a chronic poison just now, plus my thirteen silver needles to refine the soul and lock the soul, you will suffer at most a little bit of pain in the year of one year and will not have any worries about your life. If you perform well, you may not be happy for a moment and give you the antidote."

Yang Muyu didn't scare him this time. What he took to him just now was indeed a chronic poison, and it was not an ordinary chronic poison. As for the silver needle refining soul locking soul, it was not a dangerous threat. This thing seemed to be invented by his father and was specially used to deal with martial artists. The pain was even better than any torture in the world. Although he learned it, he had never used it. This time Huang Lanyu came to him by himself. With curiosity, he had to test the effect.

"Of course, you can also find someone else to detoxify. As long as you find my father, or he is happy for a moment, it will be relieved. However... it seems that my father's temper is much worse than mine." Yang Muyu said seriously, "How about you, what are you thinking about?"
Chapter completed!