"Well done," Jiang Yun praised loudly upon seeing this. He took out the spiritual handkerchief in his hand and immediately wrapped the man tightly around it.
Xiaobai also jumped onto Jiang Yun's shoulder. Jiang Yun looked closely and saw that the man's face was covered in blood and flesh, and he was still screaming.
"Catechumen? Catechumen, are you okay?"
Jiang Mingyuan on the opposite side shouted from the window of the house. After being awakened by the screams, he did not dare to come out, so he had to use this method to scare away the enemy.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, it's okay, he's just a petty thief."
After hearing Jiang Yun's words, Jiang Mingyuan finally felt relieved and turned back to the inner room to rest.
Jiang Yun used his magic power to wipe the blood off the other person's face, leaving a strange face with deep wounds that had penetrated into the bones.
"Demon cultivator?"
Jiang Yun kicked the other person.
"Woo woo, I just want to steal something, I'm not a demon cultivator..."
The man said with blood on his face and tears in his eyes,
"Stop pretending. I just captured two demon cultivators a few days ago and sent them to the Demon Suppression Division. Today, another accomplice showed up. Let's go to the Demon Suppression Division."
After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he picked up the cultivator who was lying limp on the ground with one hand and prepared to send him to the Demon Suppression Division, as he needed the merits of the demon cultivator.
"No, no! I'm really not a demon cultivator. I was called here by Boss Zhang to teach you a lesson. I'm really not a demon cultivator!"
The man struggled violently. He didn't want to be sent to the Demon Suppression Division as a demon cultivator. If it was just an ordinary dispute, at most he would be fined some spirit stones and locked up for a few days. But if he was suspected of being a demon cultivator, his life would be worse than death, and he would have no chance of coming out alive.
"Boss Zhang? Who is that?"
Jiang Yun stopped and looked at the other party. He did not look like a demon cultivator. His cultivation was average, and his temperament was just like that.
"Wow, Zhang Cheng, it's all your fault. You said he was just an ordinary alchemist. He's wealthy, but it was all Zhang Cheng who made me do it. My fellow Daoist and I don't even know him!"
Jiang Yun pulled him back into the house, opened the formation, and began to interrogate him carefully.
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