Yuan Qingwan felt inexplicably embarrassed under those eyes: "What gives you the right to say that?"

Mingzhuo chuckled softly, "You should have noticed by now that Axu has a special constitution and is immune to all evil. He can see through all illusions, so it's useless for you to use your words of wisdom to hint at him."

Yuan Qingwan: "..."

Mingzhuo: "I don't believe a single word you say. It seems you're very dishonest and even use words of power to deceive people. I might as well take away your cultivation as well."

Yuan Qingwan finally panicked; she didn't want to die. "You dare!"

Ming Zhuo: "Do you think I dare? Anyway, I'm just extracting the power of the Bone Jade from your body. If I accidentally go too far and kill or maim someone, you can't blame me. After all, the power of the Bone Jade is so evil, no one can guarantee what the consequences will be after it's extracted, right?"

“Yes!” Fang Linxiao subconsciously echoed when he saw Ming Zhuo’s gaze sweep over him.

There was no way around it; after all, Mingzhuo had been his teacher, and it had become a conditioned reflex.

No one else would object; they would remain silent and pretend they hadn't heard anything.

Mingzhuo smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm always reliable. I'll keep you on your toes. It's just that the living conditions are a bit poor. Since you're paralyzed, you'll naturally be eating, drinking, and relieving yourself all on the same bed. I'll arrange a private room for you so the smell won't bother anyone else."

The sound of her voice made Yuan Qingwan momentarily dazed, as if she were seeing scenes from the end of her life.

That was the most terrifying thing in Yuan Qingwan's heart. Just Ming Zhuo's description of it made her tremble with fear.

"Stop talking! Stop talking! I'll talk, I'll talk! I didn't lie about your mother being your aunt's biological daughter!"

“I’m jealous of my aunt. That man, I love him so much, yet he tells me to have self-respect! I’m willing to be a concubine, I’m even willing to be a concubine, how could he humiliate me like this!”

With red eyes, Yuan Qingwan said, seemingly insane and hysterical, "There is no man in this world that I cannot have!"

“My aunt entrusted her child to me after giving birth, how could I possibly take care of this little bastard? So I threw her away! Hahaha.”

"I have been lying low for many years, cultivating without stopping for a moment, all to become stronger and control the life of that little bastard!"

“I clearly did it, I did it so successfully, but eighteen years ago, that person said I failed.”

Mingzhuo's pupils contracted slightly. "That person? Who is it?"

Yuan Qingwan: "That guy also hates that little bastard, haha, just like me, if he can't have it, he'll destroy it. Didn't you just break through his Vajra Subduing Demon Formation?"

"So who exactly is he?" Mingzhu grabbed Yuan Qingwan's collar.

“He is…” Yuan Qingwan was about to say something when she suddenly froze.

Mingzhuo keenly sensed that something was wrong and quickly released her.

Yuan Qingwan's face showed pain, and she opened her mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Amidst the blood was half a severed tongue.

She stared in horror at the severed half of her tongue, screamed a few times, and realized that she had become mute just like her daughter, Linglan. She went completely mad.

Several people stepped forward and finally managed to subdue her, knocking her unconscious.

The scene was completely silent. What had just happened was too horrific. Everyone was shocked and speechless for a long time.

"What is this?" Fang Linxiao asked, bewildered. "A silencing spell? But a silencing spell shouldn't be this bad."

The effectiveness of a silencing spell depends on both the caster's and the recipient's cultivation level.

Yuan Qingwan was only drained of her bone jade power and suffered a severe backlash, but she still had decades of cultivation, so the silencing spell couldn't restrain her.

At most, they may not be able to utter specific words or phrases, but they will not harm the body of the person being targeted.

The logistics manager of the special department is well-informed and has different opinions.

“This doesn’t seem like a silencing spell; it’s more like… divine punishment.” His expression was extremely grave.

"What is divine punishment?" Xie Xiao asked, not understanding.

Mingzhuo: "It's probably a kind of power of the gods. They are high above, how could they allow mortals to blaspheme? So they sent down divine punishment, cutting off the tongues of those who dared to speak ill of the gods, and popping the eyes of those who looked directly at the gods... They wanted to make mortals crawl at their feet like ants."

After saying that, she scoffed, "It's just a trick to play tricks."

Everyone: "..."

No, we all know you're amazing, but shouldn't you think twice before making any comments about deities?

Xie Xiao felt a chill run down her spine after hearing this, and tugged at Ming Zhuo's sleeve, no longer daring to ask any more questions.

The scene was silent, and a heavy shadow hung over everyone's hearts.

If the suspects are truly deities, how can they, mere mortals, possibly judge gods?

They might not even know how they died.

Gu Xu suddenly spoke up: "No, that person can't be a god."

Others may not know, but he does: the portrait of the person who framed Ruan Mulan throughout her life is in Mingzhuo's hands.

If the other party is truly an omnipotent deity, how could they not know of the existence of the portrait? And how could they not see through Ruan Mulan and Ruan Mingying's method of spending money to avoid disaster?

Mingzhuo: "That's not it at all. This divine punishment is probably an enhanced version of the silencing spell. It must be because Yuan Qingwan was tricked into forming a contract that it has this kind of power."

Wen Shaoan exclaimed in horror, "No, there really are gods! They are unspeakable and cannot be looked at directly. So what Linglan said was true! The shrine enshrines divine relics!"

The servants were all trembling with fear.

Mingzhuo thought to himself, "This isn't right. Someone actually dares to contradict me: 'It's just divine punishment, I can do that too. Do you want to try?'"

"What divine bones? Have you forgotten that I cleaved the bones in the shrine into dust with a single sword strike?"

The servants: "..."

They had been lying in ambush on the first floor and were not authorized to enter the basement, so they had no idea that Mingzhuo had cleaved the divine bone with a single sword strike.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads. This person could even split divine bones. Wasn't that terrifying?

Good heavens, what kind of being did they provoke?

Wen Shaoan certainly didn't dare to try, so he silently chose to keep quiet.

Fang Linxiao stepped forward and loudly questioned, "What are your intentions in spreading these heretical rumors?"

Last time, wasn't that thousand-year-old top scholar ghost also pretending to be a god and causing trouble in the small fishing village? He was still killed by Mingzhuo with a single sword.

Others may not know how formidable Ming Zhuo is, but Fang Linxiao has witnessed it firsthand and has long since developed a strong belief in Ming Zhuo's words.

Fang Linxiao's attitude further dispelled everyone's doubts.

Since Mingzhuo says it's not divine punishment, then it's not divine punishment; if even Mingzhuo himself can do it, then it's not so terrible.

——

Mingzhuo's words could reassure the logistics staff, but the others clearly didn't think so.

Almost as soon as Mingzhuo left by car, Wu Jiao and Fang Yan called one after the other.

Both of them came to inquire about this matter. After all, they were leaders of the Xuanmen sect and heads of special departments, and they needed to control the potential harm of this matter.

Mingzhuo thought for a moment and gave his answer: "It's not for me, but it might be for you."