Looking at the ruthlessness in Shen Qingtang's eyes, her fear deepened, yet she still refused to back down.
Instead, she used her last bit of strength to curse: "So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Shen Qingtang, I hate you! I wish you were dead! You ruined everything for me, so I'll make you lose all your reputation and send you to hell with those dead people!"
"Speak! Who's behind this?" Shen Qingtang tightened her grip even more.
Lu Jiaojiao's breathing became more difficult, and her eyeballs gradually bulged out.
Her face contorted in suffocating pain. Yet she clenched her teeth tightly.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet he continued to repeat the vicious curse: "You deserve to die...you and everyone around you deserve to die...even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
Shen Qingtang's eyes darkened, and a wisp of spiritual energy gathered at her fingertips, piercing directly into Lu Jiaojiao's mind. The intense pain caused Lu Jiaojiao to let out a shrill scream.
His whole body convulsed, and his eyes became unfocused.
Even so, her memories of the person behind her seemed to be blocked by some force, no matter how much pressure Shen Qingtang exerted.
She could only cry and curse, unable to utter any more useful information.
Seeing her stubborn resistance, Shen Qingtang felt a surge of murderous intent. The hand gripping her neck trembled slightly, and he wished he could end this wicked woman on the spot.
Shen Qingtang's fingertips were still gripping Lu Jiaojiao's neck, the force undiminished, her eyes so cold they could freeze ice: "I'm asking you, we came to the Western Regions by cruise ship, with tight security along the way, how did you, a madwoman who can't even kill a chicken, manage to get here with us?"
Lu Jiaojiao was being choked and couldn't breathe, her face turning purple, but a vicious smile still curled at the corner of her mouth. She gasped for breath and said, "You think... your lousy boat can stop me? Someone... someone is helping me in secret! He gave me an invisibility talisman, a way for me to evade everyone's eyes and ears! He said... he said he would help me get revenge, he would tear you to pieces!"
"Who is the person in the shadows?" Shen Qingtang's voice suddenly rose, and the pressure on her fingers increased. "Why would he help you? What exactly is your conspiracy?"
"Hahaha..." Lu Jiaojiao laughed maniacally, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with resentment and madness. "You don't deserve to know! He's ten thousand times more powerful than you! All your fancy skills are trash in front of him! He'll drain your luck, drain your life force, and turn you into a withered corpse like those dead people! You'll never be as good as him, and you'll always be at his mercy!"
Her curses were like poisoned needles, each one more vicious than the last: "Shen Qingtang, you bastard! You will die a horrible death! The men and children around you will all die because of you! You will all go to hell and never be reincarnated!"
Looking at her hysterical and unrepentant state, Shen Qingtang's last trace of warmth vanished from her eyes.
She snorted coldly, released her grip on Lu Jiaojiao's neck, and as the other woman staggered and gasped for breath, she gathered a dense spiritual force at her fingertips, which, like a sharp blade, pierced directly into Lu Jiaojiao's mind.
"Ah!" A shrill scream echoed through the dilapidated temple. Lu Jiaojiao clutched her head and rolled wildly on the ground, her body convulsing, her face contorted in extreme pain.
Her consciousness was forcibly torn apart by Shen Qingtang's mental power, and those sealed memory fragments surged out wildly, but were suppressed by a mysterious force.
Shen Qingtang's mental power washed over her mind, forcing her to reveal the identity of the person in the shadows.
Lu Jiaojiao could only scream in pain, repeatedly shouting "He will kill me" and "I can't say it." No matter how much pressure Shen Qingtang applied, she refused to utter a single word.
"Since you refuse to talk, there's no point in you living." Shen Qingtang's voice was completely calm. The spiritual power at her fingertips suddenly changed, no longer forcing, but directly destroying Lu Jiaojiao's core consciousness.
The screams stopped abruptly. Lu Jiaojiao froze on the ground, her body no longer convulsing. Her eyes were wide open, but devoid of any spirit.
Like two stagnant pools of water. She slowly got up from the ground, her movements as stiff as a marionette.
His face was expressionless, his eyes were vacant, and he had lost all reaction to the outside world.
She became a living dead, devoid of consciousness and emotions, only able to obey Shen Qingtang's simple commands, but no longer able to utter any useful information.
Shen Qingtang looked at the walking corpse in front of her without feeling any pity.
Lu Jiaojiao has committed numerous evils and harmed many people. Her current predicament is entirely her own fault. However, the inability to obtain the identity of the person in the shadows from her only deepened Shen Qingtang's suspicions about the identity of that mysterious figure.
He possesses such bizarre power.
And since they have repeatedly targeted me, their purpose must be far from simple.
She gestured to the guards to drag Lu Jiaojiao, who had become a living dead, away and keep her under guard, while she turned and walked out of the dilapidated temple.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the Gobi Desert, casting long shadows. Shen Qingtang's gaze was extremely solemn.
A series of murders, a mysterious force, and bizarre sorcery—all of this is like an invisible net, slowly tightening around her.
She knew that an even greater crisis was about to unfold.
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