Yan Shouyi's question instantly reminded Wang Jizhen. Even if he wanted to kill Chu Liang, he had to extract some information from his mouth first.
So Wang Jizhen directly held the cleaver to Chu Liang's neck and threatened him, saying:
"Speak! Why are you hunting my brother? If you don't speak, I'll chop you!"
But how could Chu Liang surrender so easily?
Chu Liang sneered, "Whether I speak or not, I am destined to die today. It's better to leave you with some suspense and let you find the answer yourselves."
"Scoundrel, do you think I dare not kill you?" Wang Jizhen directly hit Chu Liang's head hard with the handle of the knife. Chu Liang's head quickly swelled into a large lump.
Although Agong was Chu Liang's junior disciple, Chu Liang had almost killed him back then and left him with lifelong pain. Therefore, Agong had no sympathy for Chu Liang.
After taking the blow, Chu Liang not only did not cry out in pain but laughed even more heartily:
"The worst that can happen is death. Now that I've fallen into your hands, I've seen through life and death. No matter what you do to me, I won't say a single word!"
"Heh, look at you! I, this young master, like to bully the stubborn ones!" Long Feicheng shouted, "Huang Sipi, deploy the stink!"
Everyone retreated several steps at the same time.
However, Huang Sipi completely ignored Long Feicheng. Nowadays, except for Yan Shouyi and Zhao Yiyao's orders, Huang Sipi didn't care about anyone.
Moreover, in terms of age, Huang Sipi could be Long Feicheng's great-grandfather.
Seeing that Huang Sipi didn't move, Long Feicheng felt a bit awkward. His tone changed from an order to a plea, "Uncle Huang, do me a favor, hold your breath for a while longer, and fumigate this scoundrel to death!"
Zhao Yiyao couldn't help but say, "Do you think Huang Sipi has an endless supply of farts? It released all of them at once earlier, and now there are none left."
Long Feicheng was immediately dejected. He rarely had a chance to show off, and it ended in failure!
To force Chu Liang to speak, Luo Ning also spoke:
"If you answer our questions obediently, I promise to let you die peacefully later. If you refuse to speak, I will strip your soul, enslave your physical body, and never allow you to reincarnate, making you my slave for eternity."
Luo Ning was a corpse herder, and she definitely had the ability to keep her word.
But Chu Liang remained unmoved: "I don't care about things after death. One life is all there is. The next life will no longer be me."
Unexpectedly, Chu Liang could utter such profound words. For a moment, Luo Ning had no way to deal with him.
"Is there no one who can force him to tell the truth?" Zhu Shanzao said unwillingly.
Yan Shouyi couldn't think of any solution either. Some of the folk methods he knew could indeed make people tell the truth, but they probably wouldn't be effective on Chu Liang.
Just as everyone fell into an awkward situation, Wang Jizhen spoke:
"If he doesn't talk, I have a way to find out."
"Wang Jizhen, you have a way?" Yan Shouyi asked.
Wang Jizhen replied, "Of course. When I followed my master back then, I learned how to divine the past!"
"Then why didn't you say so earlier! You made us waste half a day talking." Long Feicheng complained.
Wang Jizhen didn't answer, but Yan Shouyi knew the reason. Wang Jizhen had privately told him that what he and Wang Zhilai calculated might not be 100% accurate.
Regarding future matters, due to too many variables, Wang Zhilai's calculations might not be accurate.
As for past events, although they were 100% accurate, due to the sheer volume of information and lack of a starting point during calculation, the results Wang Jizhen calculated might not be what everyone wanted.
Moreover, there were too many causal relationships. If the entire picture of an event could not be calculated, and only a glimpse was obtained, even the slightest deviation might not reveal the truth.
Wang Jizhen's skills were more focused on people rather than events, which was the difference between him and other fortune-telling schools.
"You try it," Yan Shouyi said to Wang Jizhen.
Wang Jizhen nodded, took the cleaver, found a small basin, and cut Chu Liang's wrist expressionlessly, like slaughtering a chicken. In a short while, the basin was filled with blood.
Despite looking weak, Chu Liang was a tough guy and didn't utter a sound.
"Watch him, don't let him die," Wang Jizhen reminded them.
Yan Shouyi took out the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate and easily sealed Chu Liang's acupoints, stopping the bleeding from the wrist wound.
Chu Liang was now truly at their mercy. He could only sigh silently, regretting how he had fallen into the hands of these juniors whom he once looked down upon.
Wang Jizhen dipped the cleaver in Chu Liang's blood and drew a magic circle on the ground, interspersed with ancient characters written in blood. Even the well-informed Yan Shouyi couldn't recognize what Wang Jizhen was writing.
After finishing, Wang Jizhen sat in the center of the magic circle with the blood basin, placed one hand into the basin, and quietly chanted a spell. The blood in the basin actually began to boil.
"His sense of ritual is so strong," Long Feicheng whispered to Yan Shouyi, "Brother Yan, when you calculated fortunes before, it was just a simple finger snap. In comparison, it's really too crude. Look at how professional this is!"
Yan Shouyi chuckled wryly, "Different sects cannot be compared in the same breath."
As soon as they finished speaking, Wang Jizhen suddenly said, "Actually, I don't need to be so troublesome. A finger snap is also possible."
Long Feicheng asked curiously, "Then do you calculate more accurately by doing all this?"
"No, it's more expensive."
Long Feicheng: "???"
Wang Jizhen sighed and said, "When I traveled the jianghu with my master, we were often hungry. So, when we encountered profitable opportunities, we had to earn more. By doing more rituals, we could raise our fees more legitimately."
Yan Shouyi and the others were dumbfounded, "But you spilled this whole basin of blood...?"
"This blood-spitting doesn't help with the fortune-telling results. I just wanted to torment Chu Liang," Wang Jizhen said indifferently.
Everyone couldn't help but shiver. Wang Jizhen looked honest and naive, but he turned out to be a scheming little prince. His methods of revenge were truly insidious and cunning.
Damn it, Wang Jizhen managed to show off!
Especially Chu Liang himself, he was so angry that he almost broke the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate that Yan Shouyi had placed on him and spat out several mouthfuls of old blood.
Wang Jizhen, you are simply not human!
"Did you get the result?" Yan Shouyi asked.
Wang Jizhen nodded with a strange expression.
He slowly said, "To change one's destiny against heaven, one must be reborn from death, sever the lifelines of fellow disciples, seize the luck of the Short Law Sect, and pay the price of having no descendants to borrow a hundred years of lifespan from heaven..."
"Speak human language," Luo Ning said.
"...Chu Liang and his group believe that the reason why the folk Short Law sects suffer from the 'five flaws and three deficiencies' and the fate of life and death is because they defy heaven and violate the heavenly law. As long as they act in accordance with heaven and eradicate all fellow disciples for heaven, they can seize their luck, make the folk Short Law sect decline, and thus earn credit from heaven, escape the fate of life and death, and avoid the five flaws and three deficiencies."
As soon as this was said, Chu Liang seemed to have lost all vitality, appearing as if Wang Jizhen had spoken the truth.
Yan Shouyi and the others exchanged glances, never expecting that Chu Liang's reason would be like this...
To save their own lives, they would kill all those who shared the same origin. Such selfishness was truly something few people could do.
Yan Shouyi walked to Chu Liang's side and asked in a deep voice, "Is what he said wrong?"
Chu Liang remained silent.
"Then it's right."
"You...!" Chu Liang glared at Yan Shouyi, unable to accept that he, an old hand, was easily seen through by Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi smiled at Chu Liang, "I wasn't sure before, but now I am truly certain."
"..." Chu Liang was speechless. He found that Yan Shouyi was truly cunning and resourceful in everything he did.
It seemed that age and being an old hand offered no advantage in front of Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi asked again, "Who told you about acting in accordance with heaven?"
At this point, Chu Liang had nothing left to hide. He honestly replied, "The boss of Xuanshan."
"The new one or the old one?"
"Naturally, the new one."
"What basis does he have for saying this? You wouldn't just believe whatever he says, would you?" Yan Shouyi asked.
Chu Liang smiled helplessly, "Because that's what he did, and then he survived the life-and-death tribulation."
Yan Shouyi's eyes widened slightly.
"Who is he?"
"Just some smelly opera singer."
"How dare you evaluate your boss like that? Aren't you afraid of him?"
"He's not really our boss. He just taught us many methods and brought us together. We lived to survive, helping each other kill people according to his instructions. And unfortunately, I was assigned to kill He Xiping, but I fell into your hands."