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"Dirty devil, you can't... ah!!!"

A shrill cry resounded throughout the underground river, and even Han Xiaodong couldn't help covering his ears. He looked at the other two silver needles in his hand, but he didn't know who was punishing whom.

"Keep your voice down, my ears hurt." Han Xiaodong rubbed his ears while twisting two silver needles in his hands.

"You...what are you going to do?! You devil! What are you going to do to me!" The old man's face was covered with sweat, and he squeezed out a dry voice through his throat in extreme pain, the confidence in his eyes was gone replaced by fear.

"What are you doing? Don't you know what I want to do? Let me ask again, where is Binglian?"

Seeing that the old man is a master who is very afraid of pain, Han Xiaodong has the bottom line in his heart. This kind of person can't bear it for a long time, but he is not willing to push him too hard. If the old man can take the initiative to provide clues, he will I don't want to hurt my ears a few more times.

"You...I...I won't tell...Ah~!!!!" Another scream broke the old man's weak will.

Han Xiaodong held a silver needle in his left hand, and his right hand was completely plugging his ear.

"I...I am..." The old man's extremely protruding eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the silver needle in Han Xiaodong's hand in pain, his teeth were clenched, and he seemed ready to accept the last test .

Seeing his appearance, Han Xiaodong couldn't help sighing: "Hey, why are you doing this? It's no good for anyone to spoil your body like this. If you put this needle down, your pain will double. It's not necessary at all."

After all, Han Xiaodong did not insert the silver needle in his left hand, but pulled out three more silver needles from the cloth bag beside him with his right hand.

The old man obviously didn't think that the silver needle in Han Xiaodong's hand was not his last test. Seeing that the number of silver needles suddenly changed from one to four, he was completely desperate, and was so frightened that he shook like a sieve .

"No...don't...I...I said...I said! Pull out these damn needles quickly! Pull them out! Please!"

The old man's line of defense finally collapsed, and he cried and begged bitterly, which can't be blamed on him, after all, Han Xiaodong has studied this method of torture for a long time, and he has long been handy in using it.

It can bring continuous severe pain to the victim, and it can also ensure that the victim does not faint. It is definitely an effective means to make people want to die.

Seeing that the old man finally let go, Han Xiaodong removed the two silver needles with satisfaction, and put them back in his cloth bag: "Tell me, where is Binglian?"

Although he got rid of the silver needle temporarily, the painful feeling did not disappear immediately. The old man panted wildly for a long time, and then said with snot and tears:

"Bing, the ice lotus is our sacred object. It is... given to us by the saint. It is here, on the altar of my house. If... if you want it, then... just go and get it! You don't want it. ...don't stab me with that damn thing!"

In the end, the old man roared angrily.

Let an old man cry and shout, this is really something Han Xiaodong is unwilling to do, but Han Xiaodong is not very satisfied with the old man's answer, anyway, the matter has already been done, so it is better to do it thoroughly, so he frowned, He showed two fingers and said, "I need two."

This is Hong Da's request to him, presumably for the needs of reproduction.

Hearing that he wanted two, the old man immediately shouted angrily: "Don't be too greedy! Ice lotus is a holy thing, how can you have as many as you want? I only have one! Even if I kill me, I can't get it." There's a second one!"

For his words, Han Xiaodong believed it. It seemed that this thing was indeed not an ordinary thing. Besides, there was absolutely no reward for a basket of such rewarded things, so it was too worthless.

After pondering for a while, he said again: "Well, you keep this tree, and you tell me where to find the saint, and I will go to her by myself."

The old man seemed to have heard something unbelievable, looked Han Xiaodong up and down, and actually looked up to the sky and laughed, as if his eyes were the biggest joke in the world.

"Hahahaha! You are not only a lunatic, but also a life-or-death idiot! Go ask the saint? You actually want to ask the saint!? Just you? Hahahaha, ignorant bug! The saint can crush you with one kick! Kill you! Cough cough cough~"

The old man laughed without any scruples, and in the end he even choked on his own saliva and coughed continuously.

Facing the crazy old man in front of him, Han Xiaodong was not angry, nor did he refute, but asked indifferently: "Where is the saint? If you don't tell me, our game will continue."

Hearing what he said, the old man actually raised his eyebrows, and regained his loyal believer's appearance just now, showing a contemptuous expression as if he was looking at a pile of garbage: "Hmph, you are also qualified to ask where the saint is? You How can such a lowly bastard have the qualifications to ask such a question?! Stop wishful thinking, even if you kill me! I won’t tell you!”

Han Xiaodong was also speechless. It seems that this guy not only did not see the coffin and did not cry, but also forgot the pain after the scar was healed. Just as he was about to take out the silver needle and teach the old bastard a lesson, he heard K's voice:
"Wei'er is here, now in town, don't waste time with him. It's not that he doesn't tell you, but he doesn't know where the saint is at all. Leave here first, take Binglian away, and talk about it when you go back. "

As soon as he put his hand into the cloth bag, K exposed the old man's bluff. Han Xiaodong was also speechless. This old guy really wanted to save face and suffer. He obviously didn't know that he was still playing like a wolf with a big tail, which made him suddenly feel like slapping him. The old guy had the urge to slap in the face.

In the end he gave up on the idea, since beating someone who couldn't fight back wasn't something glorious after all.Although this old guy is likely to be a fanatic of the creator, it is obvious that he is still far from the core members, and there is really no need to be serious with him.

However, he never thought that he would let the old man go so easily, so he took out a silver needle and stuck it in the old man's body. When he heard him howling like a pig again, Han Xiaodong felt relieved and pierced the old man. In the water, swim out along the underground river.

The exit of the underground river is a cave outside the village. When he arrived at the cave entrance, many believers with guns had gathered here. These people were exploring along the river. suspicion.

Han Xiaodong hid himself from those believers, and quickly returned to the village. With K's help, he quickly found the altar that the old man mentioned, and found the ice lotus in the altar's refrigerator.

This ice lotus can't be seen from the blurry picture, but when holding it in his hand, even Han Xiaodong can't put it down. Its leaves are crystal clear, and even the branches are translucent, really like ice sculptures.

"It's no wonder that Hong Dae put so much effort into this thing. It's really beautiful." Han Xiaodong lifted the flower pot, his eyes were full of admiration. The feeling of having the most beautiful thing in the world, wishing to keep it with me forever, even willing to do anything for it.

When Han Xiaodong was intoxicated, K suddenly yelled in his mind: "Be sober, don't let it confuse you! This flower is poisonous!"