Chapter 240 Selling Soul
Nine innings.
Interrogation room.
Li Wuliang had been hungry for three days and three nights without a drop of water, and his lips were so dry that they were cracked.
He lay on the ground and wailed, "I want to complain to you about the Ninth Bureau abusing innocent people... You didn't even give me a drink of water..."
Chen Wan and Qi Chong stood in another room and saw Li Wuliang through the one-way glass.
Qi Chong said helplessly: "Although he was starved for three days and three nights, this guy is really stubborn. No matter what I ask him, he refuses to say anything. He is more difficult to deal with than any thorn I have ever seen."
Chen Wan had long expected that he would not say it easily, so he kept him without food or water for three days just to wait for this day.
She casually took out a piece of talisman paper with a mantra and instructed Qi Chong.
"Give me a glass of water."
Qi Chong brought some clean water.
Shen Wan threw the mantra talisman into the glass of water.
Qi Chong suddenly realized and said with a sly smile: "Let's see if he tells me or not!"
Chen Wan said calmly: "He is a sorcerer, he can sense whether there is a mantra in the water."
"And he still doesn't drink?"
"If you don't drink, you'll die of thirst."
Qi Chong seemed to be thinking about something, and went to the interrogation room next door with a cup of water.
As soon as Li Wuliang saw Qi Chong, he started to curse: "Jiujiu is really despicable!"
"You ambushed me and didn't even give me water. I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
Qi Chong said calmly: "Whatever, the water is given to you, drink it if you want, or die of thirst if you don't."
Li Wuliang glanced at the water cup warily and frowned.
There is a mantra in the water.
After drinking it, no matter what the other party asked, he would subconsciously answer the truth.
But if he didn't drink, he would be extremely thirsty and his throat would feel like smoking.
What Jiujiu wanted to ask were nothing more than the things they all knew.
Li Wuliang couldn't resist the temptation of the glass of water, and finally drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking it, I felt refreshed, just like a long-awaited rain after a long drought.
"I know I can't escape. If you have anything to ask, just ask. Anyway, I can't argue after drinking this water."
Qi Chong glanced towards the glass meaningfully.
It was just as Master Shen expected.
Qi Chong knew that something had been added to the water.
Qi Chong took the notebook and took notes while asking questions.
Li Wuliang revealed many of the dirty things he had done for the upper class and high-ranking officials.
If you cast a curse on someone, at the very least, that person will suffer misfortune, at the worst, their family will be destroyed, or even the entire family will be wiped out.
Qi Chong was furious when he heard this: "As a sorcerer, you don't do your job properly but do these evil things. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Retribution?" Li Wuliang chuckled, "What is retribution? Going to hell after death?"
"Of course I'm not afraid."
"Why aren't you afraid?"
"I sold my soul a long time ago. I won't go to hell after I die, so I'm certainly not afraid of retribution."
Qi Chong frowned, "Sell your soul? Sell it to whom?"
Li Wuliang, who had originally been telling the truth, suddenly changed expression. He clenched his teeth tightly and refused to reveal anything.
But he still couldn't resist the power of the mantra and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"My Lord."
Qi Chong then asked: "Your master? Your master, who is he?"
Li Wuliang's face turned red and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.
At this time, Shen Wan pushed the door open and walked in.
When Li Wuliang saw her, he seemed to have an outlet to vent his emotions, and he cursed, "Chen Wan, you damn girl, why don't you die yet!"
Chen Wan said indifferently: "I took your heart's blood and the curse has been lifted."
Li Wuliang was stunned, "Heart blood?"
He didn't know about this. He was locked up here after he woke up from his coma.
It must have been when he was unconscious that Shen Wan came to take away his heart blood.
"You little bitch, you will die!"
Chen Wan chuckled: "Now that I have your blood, it's your heart's blood, aren't you afraid that I will cast the same blood curse on you?"
"No, impossible!" Li Wuliang cursed, "You just know how to draw some talismans, do you think anyone can learn spells?"
"I have spent most of my life studying to achieve my current accomplishments. How old are you? Do you want to learn the fatal blood curse?"
"ridiculous!"
Chen Wan said with a smile: "The blood curse is not difficult. Just because I don't use it doesn't mean I can't do it. It's just that I don't want to use these cheap things to trigger cause and effect."
"But when dealing with a bad guy like you, I won't trigger the cause and effect if I fight back."
Li Wuliang still didn't believe it until Chen Wan took out the things needed to cast the curse.
It was very similar to the one he used, even a simplified one, but he knew that she really could cast a spell.
Li Wuliang's expression suddenly turned ugly, "What do you want to do?"
"It was Old Man Huo who wanted you dead. I was just taking money to help him get rid of his misfortune."
"Old man Huo has been killed by you, and the Huo family has gone bankrupt. Why are you holding on to me?"
Shen Wan slowly sat down at the table and looked at him nonchalantly, "When did you join the Blood Robe Cult?"
Li Wuliang's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had heard something incredible.
"How do you know about the Blood Robe Cult?"
The Blood Robe Cult is hiding very deeply, and now its power is gradually invading China.
Unless they are also members of the Blood Robe Cult, there is no way she would know!
"Ten years ago..." Although Li Wuliang didn't want to say it, he couldn't help but say it out loud.
Shen Wan thought for a moment, "They joined ten years ago. It seems that there are indeed many Blood Robe Sect members in China."
Qi Chong slammed the table angrily: "Li Wuliang! As a Chinese, how can you join a cult to harm people from your own country!"
Li Wuliang couldn't help sneering and said, "Of course I do it for money. The world is so fickle these days. If you don't have money, everyone will look down on you and trample on you."
"Since I joined the Blood Robe Cult, my life has changed dramatically."
"In the past, those high and mighty people came to me with money and begged me to help them. Do you know how good it felt?"
Li Wuliang became more and more excited as he spoke, "The Blood Robe Cult changed my life, but the price was that I had to sell my soul and become my master's slave after death."
"I would like to live a carefree life and serve my master after death!"
Qi Chong shook his head: "Do you think it will feel good to sell your soul to the devil?"
Li Wuliang retorted: "At least when I was alive, I enjoyed everything I should and shouldn't have!"
Chen Wan asked again: "Tell me all the members of the Blood Robe Cult that you know, and their addresses."
Li Wuliang was furious but helpless. He spit out a few names and when he was about to say the address, he bit off his tongue.
"I...will never...betray...the pig (master)..."
"Even if I die...I won't!"
Li Wuliang's eyes widened and he laughed wildly.
A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, staining his chin and neck red.
The shocking scarlet color is like the mark of the devil.
In addition, his crazy laughter echoed in the interrogation room, as if a sharp weapon was scraping the eardrums, making people shudder.
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