"Still crying?!!" Duobao looked at Liu Da, who was crying, and was just about to hit him again when...
The door was suddenly kicked open.
A mid-level member of the bandit stronghold stumbled in.
He didn't even have time to check the situation inside the house before he shouted in a panic:
"Something terrible has happened!! The Ninth Master committed suicide in his room!!"
The middle manager had barely finished speaking when...
Only then did he have a chance to take a look at his surroundings.
He should have kept quiet; after reading it, he was completely dumbfounded.
Here, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.
Not only that,
Their leader was being pinned down under a giant copper coin, surrounded by three people and a tortoise, silently shedding tears...
What the hell is going on...?
The middle-ranking official who delivered the message was momentarily stunned, but his instincts told him that this was not the place for him.
Without a second thought, the middle manager turned and tried to run away.
But in that instant when he turned around,
He was instantly subdued by Wang Xianghe using his soul power.
Standing frozen in place, unable to move...
At this moment, Ye Ran instructed Duobao:
"Duobao, put the copper coins away."
Hearing Ye Ran's words, Duo nodded and then put away the copper coins.
Liu Da was finally able to catch his breath. He struggled to his feet.
Ye Ran patted Liu Da on the shoulder:
"Go ask."
Liu Da nodded obsequiously.
She quickly wiped away her tears and sternly asked the middle-level manager:
"What exactly happened? Explain yourself clearly!!!"
Looking at his boss,
The middle-level manager trembled all over and stammered in response:
"This humble servant...this humble servant is unaware of the specifics..."
Before the middle manager could finish speaking, Liu Da slapped him across the face with a loud "Slap!!"
"Stop being so fussy and stop beating around the bush! Just tell me properly!"
The middle-level manager, clutching his swollen face, looked at Liu Da with a pitiful expression and said honestly:
"I...I just...I just went to inform the Ninth Master about the Fifth Master's banquet, but the Ninth Master hasn't responded. Not only that, the Ninth Master hasn't left his room for seven or eight days. We...we only dared to go in and check, and...we found that the Ninth Master has already...the Ninth Master has already..."
"Smack!!"
Just as the middle-level manager was stammering, Liu Da, without saying a word, slapped him across the other side of his face.
Instantly, the other side of the middle-aged man's face also swelled up.
Looking at the middle-aged man's swollen face, which looked like a pig's head and seemed on the verge of tears, Liu Da's brows furrowed with worry.
The mental state that had been driven to the brink of collapse by Duobao gradually calmed down.
Sure enough, pressure never disappears into thin air; it simply cascades down through the ranks...
"You've been rambling on and on without uttering a single word. If you don't speak up, I'll kill you!!"
With Liu Da's rebuke
After a quick jolt from the middle floor, the person instantly stopped stuttering:
"Uh... when I entered the room, there was a stench, like the smell of rotting dead rats in the summer, it made me nauseous! The Ninth Master was sitting there stiffly in his chair, his eyes wide open like saucers, his death unresolved... Not only that, black blood was gushing from his mouth, nose, ears, and all seven orifices, his face and body were crawling with greenbottle flies, buzzing around, and his body was infested with maggots, white maggots crawling in and out of his flesh..."
"Slap!!!" Another slap landed on the middle-level manager's face.
"Why the hell do you have to say it like that?!" Liu Da frowned as he looked at the middle manager.
Unconsciously, he fanned his nose again and again.
It was as if I could smell the stench of the rotting corpse...
At this moment, the middle manager covered his face, looking at Liu Da with a wronged expression.
Isn't this what you told me to say...?
"That's strange. Old Nine wasn't bad either, so how could he die so inexplicably..." Liu Da muttered to himself, then stared at the middle-level...
"What was Lao Jiu doing before he went into this room?"
The middle manager looked at Liu Da and stammered as he spoke:
"The Ninth Master didn't do much before; he just spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun with a beautiful woman..."
"Wait a minute..." Ye Ran interrupted the middle manager's speech upon hearing this.
Asked:
"Is that woman very pretty?"
In response to Ye Ran's question,
The middle manager turned to look at Liu Da, and Liu Da slapped him across the face again.
"Just say it! What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!!"
At this moment, the middle manager, covering his face, could no longer hold back.
Like Liu Da, two lines of tears streamed down his face.
I was just a messenger, what am I doing? This is so damn bullying...
Looking at the middle manager in tears, Liu Da felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Indeed, human suffering can only be alleviated by the suffering of its own kind...
"Crying?? Crying counts as time!!"
Faced with Liu Da's threat,
The middle manager quickly wiped away his tears and said:
"The Ninth Master really cherishes that beautiful woman. He won't let us look directly at her. We can only steal glances at her each time. She's so beautiful that even a stolen glance is enough to make our hearts flutter..."
Listening to the middle management's response,
Ye Ran and the others exchanged glances.
“It looks like a succubus…” Wang Xianghe said.
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