The name "Yanyu Tower" sounds poetic and picturesque, making one think it must be a conscientious organization. But if you think that, you're sorely mistaken. As for others, they won't even know how they died!
It's all deception. They're not doing anything good, kind, or conscientious. On the contrary, it's all something that can't be done in the light!
Murder, robbery, arson, and burglary—they'll do anything as long as there's profit to be made. They don't care about public opinion or fear being killed in return!
Because their organization is basically full of experts, each one is ruthless and united, and they have some collusion with corrupt officials, so their power is not to be underestimated. In their own words, no one can shake them!
To put it even more arrogantly, you could say it's invulnerable to swords and spears, and stands firm and unyielding!
They have connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and they make things convenient for each other. They are indeed very powerful!
Even when someone commits heinous acts, there are always others who clean up the mess behind the scenes, leaving no trace for anyone to investigate, thus allowing them to escape unscathed!
Standing at a high place for too long can easily make you lose yourself; the closer you get to the heavens, the more you drift away!
He always thought he was invincible, looked down on other sects and organizations, and became increasingly arrogant!
Being overly proud and complacent will only make you more vulnerable to being destroyed by those you once looked down upon!
There are countless martial arts sects, both famous and unknown, and countless others have been persecuted and suppressed by the Misty Rain Pavilion!
They suffered greatly from it, so they harbored deep resentment towards Yanyu Tower. If they weren't powerless, they would have taken revenge long ago!
Therefore, if something happens to Yanyu Tower, that's what they want to see most. If that day really comes, they will celebrate properly and then go and kick it a few times!
The Misty Rain Pavilion believed themselves to be invincible, acting recklessly and arrogantly, thinking no one could do anything to them. But they forgot that everyone has weaknesses and vulnerabilities!
"Please! Save me! Ah! Save me!"
A man was writhing and howling in pain in a dilapidated house that was in complete disarray, raising clouds of dust.
Not far from him stood a person wearing a black cloak, all of them pitch black. Under the large cloak, it was impossible to see who he was. He did not react after hearing the pleas of the person struggling and rolling on the ground.
She stared quietly for a while, then let out a hoarse voice, making it impossible to tell whether she was male or female.
"You've been poisoned!" is a statement of fact.
The man, enduring immense pain and gritting his teeth to bear it on the ground, paused slightly after hearing this, then continued to grit his teeth and endure it.
The ground was a mess, all of which he had kicked, knocked, and rolled over in his unbearable pain. He had no mind to care about himself at this moment, and he didn't care how dirty or disheveled he was!
At this moment, the most important thing is to get through it and save your life!
The man in the black cloak seemed to have anticipated that no one would respond to his words, so he continued, "Your lord is really ruthless towards you! You've done so much for him, even if you don't have any merit, you've certainly put in a lot of effort, right? And now you've made such a small mistake, and he's tormenting you like this. It seems he doesn't treat you like a human being at all!"
The tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, which sounded jarring to the disheveled man on the ground!
Whatever he does is his own business, and has nothing to do with this person who suddenly barged in and clearly had ill intentions!
A dog catching a mouse—minding its own business!
Making a mistake means accepting the punishment; this principle applies everywhere. Don't try to sow discord!
He won't fall for it!
Everyone is like this, it's not just him, it's fair!
If he weren't currently suffering from the effects of the poison, he would definitely teach this person a lesson!
They don't look like good people, and they're probably just like them!
Who looks down on whom!
Unfortunately, he couldn't get up!
"Alas! What a pity! This Soul-Devouring Powder is so precious and rare, yet it was used to control you! Geng Yuepeng is so suspicious and doesn't trust you! The antidote for the Soul-Devouring Powder is gone because your sect leader killed someone! From now on, you'll all have to rely on yourselves to get through this!"
However, I heard your host found some substitutes that can alleviate the symptoms, but not the cure! If this poison isn't cured, you'll all be like the name of the Soul-Eating Powder—your souls will be gone! And you'll be gone too! Don't disbelieve me; it's not like you're the only one being punished for a small mistake. Think about it carefully, and you'll understand, won't you? Hehehe!"
After speaking, the man in the black cloak let out a chilling laugh.
The disheveled men on the ground were startled, their backs turned cold, and their scalps tingled.
What kind of monster is this?!
Why are you so familiar with the situation of Yanyu Tower?
He wasn't without his doubts about the antidote, but the host was naturally suspicious and acted arbitrarily and domineeringly. They were only allowed to obey his orders and were not permitted to question or refute him!
But even if it's true, so what? What does it have to do with an outsider?
They've come to him now, aren't they just trying to turn him against his own side and get the secrets of the Misty Rain Pavilion?
Don't even think about it!
The landlord was unkind to him, but he couldn't be unjust to Yanyu Tower!
The Misty Rain Pavilion isn't just run by the Pavilion Master; there are quite a few brothers there too!
I will never be a traitor!
He could guess what the man in the black cloak was going to say next: that he had the antidote and could save him, but on conditions!
The condition was that the Misty Rain Pavilion be sold!
He would rather die in agony than have a bad reputation left behind!
He refused to be a traitor!
"Oh wow! You actually knew I had the antidote? That's amazing! You're on par with the fortune teller! Do you know if I'll give you the antidote?"
The man in the black cloak seemed to be in a good mood, speaking softly with a hint of amusement.
"I...I won't betray Yanyu Tower! You...you can forget about it! The antidote...I don't want it! Your conditions...I...I won't agree to them!"
The disheveled man gasped for breath, speaking with pain and difficulty.
"Tsk tsk! How touching! What a tough guy! Too bad you guessed wrong! Hehehe! Do you still have a choice at this point? You don't want the antidote, but I'll give it to you anyway! What conditions did you ask for? I never thought of that! I'm a good person! I'm happy to help others, you don't need to thank me!"
After speaking, the man in the black cloak chuckled again, his eerie voice filling the dilapidated house.
If it were someone more timid, they would have fainted long ago.
The disheveled man spat inwardly, thinking, "He's obviously a bad guy, yet he calls himself a good one!"
Aren't you ashamed!
You expect him to thank you? Bah!
The black-cloaked man stopped laughing abruptly, and the dilapidated house suddenly became eerily quiet—a silence that was truly frightening!
The disheveled man endured the pain, veins bulging on his forehead, his jaw clenched tightly.
He thought that as long as he kept his mouth shut, the black cloak wouldn't be able to do anything to him, but unfortunately, he overestimated himself.
There are ways to get someone to talk!
Before he could react, he swallowed a pill, followed by being given some water. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late to vomit.
"Don't worry! I'm a really good person! You really don't need to thank me! I have a grudge against your boss, and he wants to punish you, but I'm going to save you anyway! Alright! I'm leaving!"
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