This short man was obviously a prisoner. But it was unknown what kind of crime he had committed, where he had been locked up, and why he had been tortured like this.
The short man put down his hair, glanced at Journey, and said with a faint smile, “Have you ever thought about destroying the bridge after crossing it?”
Journey snorted and said, “How is that possible? Crape Myrtle Sect has today’s atmosphere. When did it ever break its promise?”
“Humph, I don’t think you dare,” The short man turned around and stepped into the gap of the bronze door. “Don’t think I don’t know that every member of the Crape Myrtle Sect is doing things. Grand Pure Emperor is watching. If the Crape Myrtle Sect does things unscrupulously, how can you talk about merits…”
When he finished his last sentence, his small figure had disappeared behind the bronze door.
After the short man went in, Journey did not immediately follow him in. He stood in front of the high gap of the bronze door, as if he was waiting for something.
When the surroundings became extremely quiet, the silent female corpse suddenly opened her eyes. But at this time, her face and turbid eyes showed that she was about to die.
“I thought you wouldn’t wake up,” Journey lowered his head and said to the woman who was only on his knees.
“How could I die before the big thing is done?” The woman gritted her teeth. “Well, save me now, and then go in and take out what we want.”
“Wrong…” Journey shook his head.
“What’s wrong?” The woman took a deep breath.
It was obvious that every single sentence she said consumed a huge amount of energy.
“It’s what I want, not us,” Journey answered, staring into the woman’s eyes.
The expression on the woman’s face suddenly changed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you don’t need to do anything else next,” Journey slowly raised spiritual Qi long saber in his hand.
The woman’s eyes suddenly widened. There was a mixture of anger, shame, surprise, and fear on her face.
“You can’t do this! How dare you! I want to tell the North Heaven Queen that you betrayed him!”
“Oh, you old zombie of 20,000 years,” Journey paused in the air and said, “In that case, I will let you die clearly. After finishing the task, I will kill you. This is what the North Heaven Queen wants.”
“This is impossible!” A look of disbelief flashed across the woman’s eyes.
She opened her mouth and wanted to speak. But with a flash of knife light, her voice stopped abruptly. In the separated skull, a thumb-sized corpse core flew out and fell into Journey’s hand.
Looking at the shock and panic on the woman’s face before she died, Journey put away the corpse core and sneered. “Who do you think you are? How dare you negotiate with our Crape Myrtle Sect?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his palm down.
Hong!
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