How did she know!

Bai Ruoqiao suddenly stopped beside him, then slowly squatted down.

"How did you feel just now? You seem to have tortured a lot of people, and your methods are quite impressive. I wonder how I compare to you?"

Zheng Aiguo's fingers trembled again, and he tried to turn his head to see her clearly.

But in the dim light, he could only see a blurry face hidden in the shadows.

But no matter from the figure, voice or breath, he could tell that this person was indeed Bai Ruoqiao.

But how is that possible?

Bai Ruoqiao chuckled, "Are you thinking, how could I, a powerless and stupid woman who has been under your surveillance for five years, suddenly defeat you?"

Zheng Aiguo's breath was choked.

Bai Ruoqiao's gentle voice seemed to carry a hint of helplessness. "There is a poem in our country of China. I wonder if Comrade Zheng has read it. You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, while the people who look at the scenery look at you from the upper floors."

Zheng Aiguo obviously understood the meaning of these two lines of poetry, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"You want to treat others as fools, but why don't you think that you will be treated as fools by others?" She chuckled again.

The laughter was light and gentle, but to Zheng Aiguo's ears it sounded like a demon demanding his life.

He seemed to understand something, staring at her with wide eyes in disbelief and anger, "You have been playing dumb and lying to us?"

Bai Ruoqiao lowered her eyes and looked at him. Two seconds later, she sneered softly.

"No, to be precise, Bai Ruoqiao is actually dead. He is in that cold river. In fact, I want to thank you for sending me a ghost of such high quality."

"What, what do you mean?" Zheng Aiguo's pupils constricted, and he was wondering what his scalp suddenly exploded.

Bai Ruoqiao raised the corner of his mouth, "It means literally, don't you understand? You should have Yin Yang Masters and ghosts over there, right? Oh, you are in China and have never been back to the country you love so much, so it's normal that you don't know."

Zheng Aiguo couldn't help but shake his head gently, unwilling to believe her lies and thinking that she was deliberately deceiving him.

How could there be ghosts and gods in this world?

But the next moment, he watched Bai Ruoqiao stretch out his hand in front of him, and with just a slight pinch of his fingers, a shiny dagger appeared out of thin air.

His breathing stopped as this thing suddenly appeared. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't believe that what he saw in front of him was real.

At this moment, he heard the voice that made him feel creepy again.

"Actually, if you guys behaved well, I could play with you. But it's a pity that you shouldn't have touched An An. Even though that kid isn't my child, he called me mom, so I treated him as my own child. But you touched my child. What should I do with you?"

The sword slid gently across his face and all the way to his throat.

Zheng Aiguo's muscles tensed up, but he suddenly closed his eyes tightly. "Kill me if you want. I, the people of my great R country, will never bow my head."

Bai Ruoqiao was not surprised by his behavior.

From his memory, he knew that this was a nail who had been thoroughly brainwashed. He had been given a mission since he was born.

How could such a person be subdued so easily?

But she had to control this man because he was so useful.

She laughed nonchalantly, as if she was laughing at his naivety and stupidity.

"Do you think you can be free by dying? How can you be free by touching my child? I will make you suffer a fate worse than death. After you die from the torture, I will extract your soul and continue to torture you. How did it feel to have your soul torn apart just now? Do you want to try it again?"

Unfortunately, this is an affirmative sentence, not a question.

So before Zheng Aiguo could react, the next moment, he felt the pain as if his brain was about to explode coming back again.

And this time it hurt even more, just as she said, as if her soul was being torn apart by a ghost hand.

Zheng Aiguo shook his head in pain and howled continuously.

He wanted to move, and even wanted to distract himself from the pain through self-harm.

But he didn't have the strength to move. He could only lie there motionless, enduring this pain that was worse than death.