"Sir, why are you killing us? We haven't committed any crime!" After a while, the leading monk caught his breath, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and said with difficulty.
"Hmph! Do you think we're idiots? Are there any real monks who cultivate qi and blood? And look at you guys, all fleshy faces, you don't look like monks at all!" Xi Junmai stepped forward and kicked the monk, turning him into a shrimp-like shape, and cursed angrily.
"I... Your Excellency has misunderstood. We really are monks, and we've been at Yuezhu Temple for many years," the monk said with difficulty, raising his head and forcing a smile.
"Tell me! Who are you people? If you dare to try to fool me again, you'll face the consequences." Qin Mu asked coldly, lowering his head.
When the monk saw that Qin Mu and the others were not listening to him at all, his cheeks twitched, his lips moved, and finally he closed them tightly.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I just like people who are stubborn! Brother Han, congratulations on having a few more medicine people." Qin Mu looked up and smiled.
Han Chen didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a knowing smile.
"Brother Han, what is a drug person?" Xi Junmai asked curiously.
"A 'medicine person' is someone who tests medicine. They need prescriptions or formulas to verify the efficacy of the medicine, or to test the effects of different dosages of a single herb on different people. This is especially true for cultivators, who are completely different from ordinary people and require much larger dosages of herbs." Han Chen was aloof but spoke a lot, explaining in great detail to Xi Junmai.
The monk on the ground, after hearing their conversation, looked at Han Chen with fear in his eyes.
“That’s not all. I’ve contacted Brother Han to conduct live dissections on them,” Qin Mu interjected.
"Vivisection." Han Chen pondered this new term thoughtfully.
“Excellent! Martial artists are physically strong. Brother Han can break them open without them dying. At this time, you can observe their internal structure and how it works. You can also treat them at this time, which is a win-win situation,” Qin Mu suggested.
Upon hearing this, Han Chen's eyes lit up, and he looked down at the monk on the ground.
"Is this alright? Wouldn't it be a bit cruel?" Princess Changning asked with some reluctance.
Not to mention Princess Changning felt sorry for him, the monk on the ground was utterly terrified, looking at Qin Mu with a look that said "you're talking about a devil." When he met Han Chen's bright eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Ruoxi, you are kind-hearted, so you find it cruel, but compared to what these monks did, you don't find it cruel at all," Qin Mu comforted her.
"You know their background?" Princess Changning asked curiously.
"I don't know yet, but these guys knew who we were and still dared to attack us, so they must have been guilty. Moreover, they were ruthless and vicious. It's obvious they're not good people without even asking," Qin Mu said, shaking his head slightly.
As they were talking, a number of people came out of the backyard one after another. Bu Mang and his group were also escorting several monks. Cheng Huaimo threw the only middle-aged man with hair in front of Qin Mu.
"This pretty boy must be Wu Yifan, right? He's the only outsider in this temple." Cheng Huaimo kicked the person on the ground again, turning him face up.
"I'm innocent, sirs! I'm just a passerby lodging here!" the middle-aged man cried out hastily.
Upon seeing him, Qin Mu noticed that although he looked somewhat disheveled, the man was indeed good-looking.
“Everyone who falls into our hands claims to be innocent!” Yu Chi Baolin said, thrusting his massive halberd into the middle-aged man’s side.
The middle-aged man shuddered, curled up slightly, and glanced at the crowd with a look of fear on his face.
“There’s no doubt it’s him. He’s got guts, still pretending even now! Look at his face, he’s terrified, but his eyes are so calm. I’ve never seen anything like it before,” Qin Mu said, staring intently.
"Haha! Since we didn't grab the wrong one! Let me prepare it first!" Cheng Huaimo laughed loudly, picked up his axe, and walked over.
"Let's confiscate the murder weapon first!" Yu Chi Baolin suggested calmly, his head bowed.
"Huh?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, then simultaneously looked down at the middle-aged man on the ground.
"That's a good idea. The first thing we should do from now on is confiscate the murder weapons used by criminals!" Cheng Huaimo said, gesturing with an axe between the middle-aged man's legs, completely ignoring the man's trembling body.
"Leave this to me! I guarantee it'll be clean and quick, and won't kill anyone. Although I don't want to get my knife dirty!" Han Chen flicked his wrist, and a small knife appeared in his hand, which he twirled rapidly between his fingertips.
"Bah! Give me a quick death if you dare! My life has been worthwhile!" The middle-aged man's fear vanished, replaced by a sinister grin as he roared.
"No rush, no rush. You want to die? Not so easy. What's your relationship with these monks? What evil deeds have you done? And who else in the martial world deserves to die? Explain all of this, and I promise to give you a quick death." Qin Mu squatted down, took out a folding fan, and slapped the middle-aged man's face twice with slight force.
"Bah! You lackeys of the imperial court, you think you can betray my friends? Dream on!" The middle-aged man confessed without being asked, essentially admitting that he was Wu Yifan. He spat out a mouthful of saliva and grinned maliciously.
Qin Mu slightly shifted his body to avoid it, and without getting angry, he stood up and said, "Brother Han, it's up to you!"
"I'll help you!" Cheng Huaimo excitedly stepped forward, lifted Wu Yifan up, and walked to the back, since there were still girls there.
Han Chen's eyes held a hint of excitement. He had never done this before, and he wanted to give it a try.
"I'm going too!" Xi Junmai excitedly followed.
"You corrupt officials! You corrupt officials, I will never let you go, even if it kills me!" Wu Yifan's curses carried far and wide.
"These monks don't need that stuff anyway, so let Brother Han do the work of cutting them all up!" Qin Mu said, glancing at the monks on the ground.
"No! Please don't do this! We'll confess! We'll tell you everything you want to know!"
"Yes, yes! Don't cut us!"
Qin Mu's words caused the monks to wail and howl, and before they could be interrogated, they began to beg for an explanation.
"Then tell me, who are you? Why are you with Wu Yifan, that womanizer, and why are you living here as a monk?" Qin Mu asked.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" The monks urged each other, kneeling on the ground, eager to answer.
"Wait! Take them away and question them separately!" Qin Mu ordered.
A scream came from afar, causing the monks to tremble involuntarily, their faces turning pale with fear. They then obediently followed the other constables to the side.
"Haha! I found it!" Just then, Xiangli Yanran's excited shout came from the main hall.
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