Chapter 336: What did he ask you to do here?

Mo Jiuye walked forward with a smile, holding the porcelain bottle he had found from their arms.

"Are you looking for this?"

"Well……"

"this……"

When the two men saw that the thing that saved their lives was held in someone else's hand, they suddenly felt a headache.

Mo Jiuye sneered, put the porcelain bottle in his arms, and then asked directly: "Who sent you to Yuncheng?"

As he asked, Mo Chuhan had already drawn his sword and pressed it against the neck of the older man from southern Xinjiang.

The people in southern Xinjiang were so scared that they broke out in cold sweats, as they also had martial arts skills.

But just now they had already felt that the martial arts of the people in front of them were far superior to theirs, especially Mo Jiuye, who was the former god of war of Dashun. They had no capital to fight at all.

If you don't admit that you are from southern Xinjiang, there may still be a glimmer of hope.

"Please spare our lives, my dear... We are the people of Dashun, not people from Southern Xinjiang!"

I have to say that when this elderly man from southern Xinjiang speaks, you really can't tell that he has any accent, and his voice is exactly the same as that of a Dashun person.

Even so, no one would believe him.

The knife that Mo Chuhan had placed against his neck moved again. The man from Southern Xinjiang could already feel a hint of chill. If the knife moved again, blood would probably be drawn.

"Okay... please spare my life, I'm really not from Southern Xinjiang."

Mo Chuhan snorted coldly: "Humph! You are still stubborn even when death is imminent. I will let you taste the feeling of a life worse than death."

As he spoke, he had already moved the sword in his hand and directly cut off one of the ears of the older man from southern Xinjiang.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." The man from Southern Xinjiang screamed in pain, then covered the place where his ear was gone with his hand, looking at Mo Chuhan in horror.

Mo Chuhan had already raised the sword again and aimed it at his other ear.

Seeing this, the man from Southern Xinjiang kept begging for mercy: "Please spare my life, my dear... I will tell you everything I know."

When Mo Chuhan heard him say this, he indeed stopped what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, the man from southern Xinjiang took advantage of his pause for a few seconds and rushed straight towards him with his sword.

It was too late for Mo Chuhan to dodge, and the big knife hit the chest of the man from Southern Xinjiang right on target.

Seeing this, Mo Jiuye was afraid that another man from southern Xinjiang would also commit suicide, so he rushed to the man like lightning and subdued him.

The same was true for the fifth and sixth brothers. They both knew that they could not lose anyone alive, so they followed the ninth brother's footsteps and surrounded the surviving people from southern Xinjiang.

Now, the surviving man from southern Xinjiang couldn't imitate the man who committed suicide. He became more and more frightened and even wanted to cover his ears with his hands. However, his hands and feet were controlled and he couldn't move at all.

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Jiuye sneered and said, "As long as you are willing to answer my questions, I promise to let you die without pain."

"How can I not die?" The tragic death of his accomplice is still vivid in the survivor's mind. The survivor's scalp tingles at the thought. Who would be willing to die when they can live well?

"No." Mo Jiuye answered decisively.

The survivor shuddered upon seeing this, and at the same time, a surge of heat unconsciously appeared in his lower body...

Mo Chuhan turned his head away in disdain: "What bad luck."

It was the first time for the fifth and sixth brothers to see such a scene. They didn’t expect that someone would actually become incontinent due to fear.

The fifth brother said impatiently: "Ninth brother, hurry up and interrogate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chuhan raised the knife in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife at the face of the man from Southern Xinjiang.

The man from Southern Xinjiang was terrified and said, "Don't kill me. I'll tell you everything."

After saying this, he looked at the others again, thinking that since they did not object, they agreed that they would not kill him.

Mo Jiuye didn't care about this person's thoughts and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

"Yes...it's Mr. Simeng."

"It's indeed him!" Mo Jiuye said gritting his teeth, and then exchanged glances with his brothers.

The brothers all hated Mr. Simeng, and when they heard his name, they clenched their fists.

Mo Jiuye took a deep breath and continued to ask, "What did he ask you to do here?"

"His precious pet is missing, so he sent us to look for it."

Speaking of Mr. Simeng's beloved pet, the first thing that Mo Jiuye thought of was the golden-winged eagle in his wife's space.

He heard from his wife that the little thing usually looked like an ordinary white dove, but when it needed to perform a mission or encountered danger, it would reveal its eagle-like beak.

It seems that Mr. Simeng cares about that little thing very much.

But this was not the time for him to think about those things. He wanted to ask for some useful information.

"Where is Mr. Simeng?"

This is the key, the news that the Mo brothers are eager to know.

"I don't know..."

"If you dare to say you don't know, I'll kill you right now!"

Before the man from Southern Xinjiang could finish his words, Mo Chuhan's broadsword was already aimed at the center of his head. If he continued to say he didn't know, he would definitely be cut in half.

The man from Southern Xinjiang was so frightened that tears came to his eyes, and he begged for mercy repeatedly: "Please spare my life...Please spare my life, I really don't know where Mr. Simeng is."

It is not difficult to see from this person's behavior that he did not lie.

Mo Jiuye still had other questions to ask, but he was afraid that Bage would kill someone in a fit of anger, so he could only give him a reminder.

"Myna."

After hearing the ninth brother's reminder, Mo Chuhan had no intention of taking the knife away, but he also had no intention of letting it fall. It still remained above the head of the man from Southern Xinjiang.

Mo Jiuye took the opportunity to step forward and ask, "How did you follow Mr. Simeng's orders when you didn't even know his whereabouts?"

In order to survive, people in southern Xinjiang have racked their brains to think of ways.

He hoped that he could analyze Mr. Simeng's whereabouts and give an explanation to several people.

After much thought, he decided to tell everything he knew.

"My master has assigned me to gather information in Dashun. He once said that if Mr. Simeng asks us to do something, we must do it."

Upon hearing this, Mo Chuhan couldn't wait to ask, "Who is your master?"

"My master is Queen Yunli of Southern Xinjiang." The man from Southern Xinjiang answered very straightforwardly, obviously not intending to lie.

Speaking of Yun Li, he was killed by Mo Jiuye, so he has a lot of questions to ask.

He had no worries because the people from southern Xinjiang in front of him could not leave here alive.

"Yun Li is dead, don't you know?"

The man from Southern Xinjiang was obviously surprised when he heard this: "You said my master is dead?"

Mo Jiuye sneered: "She died in my hands a long time ago."

The people of Southern Xinjiang were shocked. No wonder their master hadn't given them any tasks for so long.

However, he felt that the most important thing at the moment was his own life, so he did not dare to ask for details.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mo Jiuye continued to ask: "Your master is dead, what did Mr. Simeng tell you to do?

Also, how many spies like you has Yunli deployed in Dashun?"