Tang Qigong gritted his teeth and said, "I won't tell you."
"Don't expect to get a single piece of information from me."
Cheng Xiaofan sneered and said, "If you don't speak, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
Tang Qigong snorted and said, "If I were the kind of person who feared death, I wouldn't have come out to trouble you, Cheng Xiaofan!"
"Since I've fallen into your hands, I accept my fate!"
"Hurry up and do it, kill me!"
Tang Qigong stretched out his neck, looking like he was ready to be slaughtered, preferring death to surrender.
Whoosh!
Cheng Xiaofan, without a word, shot a bone-piercing needle into him.
"Ah—"
Tang Qigong immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He rolled on the ground without exception.
Cheng Xiaofan retreated to the sofa and sat down, watching Tang Qigong writhe on the floor like watching a monkey show, a playful smile curving his lips.
Up to this point, he hadn't asked for the names of Tang Qigong and Yin Hong.
In his opinion, these minor characters were not worth his attention.
All he needed was to uncover the mastermind behind them.
"Don't you fear death?"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled coldly, "Then I'll grant your wish and let you die slowly in pain!"
In an instant, Tang Qigong was drenched in sweat from the agony.
His face was as pale as paper, completely devoid of color.
His features were contorted, and his body twitched uncontrollably.
"I can't take it anymore, it's killing me with pain!"
Tang Qigong, who had been as tough as steel just moments ago, now faltered. "Cheng Xiaofan, what have you done to me?"
"Please, spare me!"
Cheng Xiaofan continued to sneer.
He said, "I know you don't fear death, and I had no intention of sparing you."
"Just be tormented to death slowly by the pain!"
"Help! Somebody, help—"
Tang Qigong cried out in panic, "Help! Someone is trying to kill me!"
He hoped that his cries for help would attract everyone in the hotel.
At the same time, Tang Qigong wanted to use others to call the police, hoping they would rescue him from Cheng Xiaofan.
At this moment, he would rather be accused of poisoning and go to jail than be tortured to death like this.
Hearing his desperate cries.
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled.
"Kid, you can scream your lungs out, but no one will hear you."
Tang Qigong shouted for a long time, but there was no response.
He asked in panic, "Why can't anyone hear me?"
Cheng Xiaofan laughed heartily and said, "The moment I entered your room, I set up a formation around the area. No matter what happens here, outsiders won't be able to detect it."
"This formation has extremely powerful soundproofing."
Tang Qigong was dumbfounded.
"How come I didn't see you set up a formation?"
Cheng Xiaofan sneered, "Do you think I would let you see when I set up a formation?"
"What kind of person do you think you are?"
At that moment!
An indescribable terror, like a tidal wave, completely engulfed Tang Qigong.
The physical pain and the immense fear in his heart intertwined, pushing him to the brink of mental breakdown.
He couldn't comprehend what kind of existence he had offended.
This person could track his location through a phone call.
He could enter a room and stealthily set up a formation around the area.
Was he out of his mind to think he could get all of that person's gold from him!
Thud!
Tang Qigong struggled to get up from the ground and knelt directly before Cheng Xiaofan.
"Cheng Xiaofan… no, Master Cheng, I was wrong. I shouldn't have poisoned your parents."
"Please, spare me, I can't endure this torment anymore."
Cheng Xiaofan sneered and asked, "Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"
Tang Qigong immediately replied, "It was Yin Laorou. The woman you just killed, named Yin Hong, was her daughter."
Cheng Xiaofan asked, "Who is Yin Laorou?"
Tang Qigong said, "Yin Laorou is an evil cultivator, specializing in dark arts."
"Currently, he wishes to revive his ancestor. It is said that he requires a vast amount of gold to build a super luxurious golden palace."
"As long as the ancestor's corpse is moved into the golden palace, the ancestor can be resurrected."
"Yin Laorou has already gathered some gold, but it's still far from enough. He sent me and his daughter to your Zhuxi Village to figure out how to get your gold."
Cheng Xiaofan asked, "What kind of existence is Yin Laorou's ancestor?"
Tang Qigong wiped the sweat that was constantly trickling down his forehead.
In immense pain, he said, "Master Cheng, I can't bear this pain any longer."
"Can you first alleviate my suffering before I tell you?"
"I fear I can't hold on much longer!"
"Please—呜呜呜…"
Saying that, Tang Qigong burst into tears.
Instantly, his face was smeared with snot and tears.
Cheng Xiaofan waved his hand and retrieved the bone-piercing needle from Tang Qigong.
He could tell from Tang Qigong's expression that if he didn't remove the needle, the man would be dead within fifteen minutes.
In an instant, the indescribable pain receded from Tang Qigong's body like a receding tide.
Hoo!
Tang Qigong let out a long sigh of relief.
He collapsed onto the ground, completely drained.
His sweat pooled on the floor.
A foul odor emanated from him.
Tang Qigong's inner core, which he had cultivated for many years, had completely exploded.
"Don't play dead with me, hurry up and talk!"
Cheng Xiaofan glared at him and urged him on.
Tang Qigong immediately snapped back from his panic.
He looked at Cheng Xiaofan somewhat dazedly and said in a dazed voice, "My inner core has exploded, 呜呜呜… Now I can't make Tang Sect poisons anymore!"
Slap!
Cheng Xiaofan slapped him across the face.
He roared, "Even now, you still want to make poisons to harm others?"
"Are you intentionally trying to die?"
"Tell me quickly, what is the deal with Yin Laorou's ancestor?"
"If you drag your feet again, I'll destroy you!"
He waved his hand, and a sheathed demon bone blade appeared in his hand.
Then he pushed it forward towards Yin Hong's corpse.
A red light shot out, and Yin Hong's corpse completely vanished.
Even the blood that had spilled on the ground disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Tang Qigong turned ashen with fear.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
Currently, Tang Qigong was just an ordinary person.
An ordinary person's psyche is far more fragile than that of a martial cultivator.
He stammered, "Master Cheng, please don't kill me. I don't want to die. I will tell you everything I know."
"That Yin Laorou's ancestor is named Yin Di. He was once a personal guard by the side of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty."