384: Jaw-dropping information

Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan, after expending immense effort, finally managed to kill Heaven-Shaking Slave, one of the Eight Great Killers of the Headhunter Tribe, a name so fearsome it could stop children from crying.

While this was not considered a miracle within the North Mansion,

outside the North Mansion, it would be an astonishing, unimaginable feat!

The two rested for a short while.

Shen Bei dragged Heaven-Shaking Slave's body into his Storage Ring.

For storage-type wondrous items, living things cannot enter, but dead things pass freely.

Any object possessing life cannot enter a Storage Ring.

Otherwise, even more people from earth's surface would go missing, making it impossible to count.

Shen Bei led the way.

Zhuang Bifan vaguely felt that the direction Shen Bei was heading was not quite right.

It seemed to be the opposite of the exit.

Zhuang Bifan looked at Shen Bei without reservation, and as his confusion grew, he calmly asked, "Premature aging?"

This baffling question made Shen Bei freeze. He patted his waist and said, "What, you want to cross swords with me?"

Zhuang Bifan almost lost his composure: "When it comes to shamelessness, I still admire you. I meant to ask, are you going the wrong way? I don't recall there being any Vicious Beasts within the North Mansion."

Shen Bei's lips curved into an irrepressible sneer: "I want to show you another miracle."

Zhuang Bifan: ???

With questions in his mind, Zhuang Bifan followed Shen Bei's footsteps, heading deeper into the North Mansion.

A moment later,

the two arrived at a high platform.

Zhuang Bifan immediately saw an exotic person tied to a large tree nearby!

And he was alive!

He was still wriggling his body, trying to break free from the ropes.

But Shen Bei's binding method was a full body restraint.

Though it was an eye-sore, it was absolutely solid.

Moreover, this exotic person looked somewhat familiar.

Zhuang Bifan gasped, his eyes growing wider with shock: "Don't tell me you captured a royal family member alive!"

Shen Bei's gaze was calm, and he smiled slightly, saying with grace, "He insisted on coming, so I couldn't help it."

Zhuang Bifan clicked his tongue enviously: "If you told me he ran headfirst into a tree and passed out, and you just picked him up, I'd really have to spit."

Shen Bei's expression immediately darkened, and he retorted indifferently, "There's no such thing as waiting by a tree for people."

The two came to the tree.

Shen Bei still had a headache.

It would be quite difficult to bring Gu Jiu out of the North Mansion alive.

Once they left the North Mansion's range, while Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan's strength would instantly recover,

Gu Jiu would also recover.

These seemingly sturdy ropes would then be useless.

Shen Bei frowned and asked, "How do we handle this? Do we kill him or take him out alive?"

Shen Bei was a bit indecisive and sought Zhuang Bifan's advice.

Zhuang Bifan, however, showed no hesitation: "Naturally, we capture him alive."

"Oh? It seems you have a way to deal with this situation?"

Zhuang Bifan grinned: "What did you use during the entrance exam to test for true and false attributes?"

"Modified demonic exotic people."

Shen Bei still remembered that point.

It was also the first time he had seen an exotic person, even if they were demonically modified.

"That's right." Zhuang Bifan reached into the mirror and fumbled around: "To refine an exotic person, you need a living one. Without a stable method to control them, they're a ticking time bomb."

Shen Bei's eyes lit up.

If that was the case… it seemed he was about to learn new knowledge.

Then he saw.

Zhuang Bifan took out five steel nails, about ten centimeters long, and a hammer from the mirror.

"Help me hold his shoulders."

Shen Bei made an OK gesture.

At this moment, Gu Jiu seemed to know what he was about to face.

His expression and body stiffened, his heart trembling like a stormy sea.

The gloom and coldness in his heart spread throughout his body, and he felt a bone-chilling coldness.

The boiling anger in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, emitting astonishing Evil Qi: "You scumbags, how dare you lay hands on me! Do you know who I am! Do you know who I am! Let me go, or the royal family will ensure you die without a complete corpse!"

Without a sound, Shen Bei directly slapped him across the face.

Crack…

This slap, though from the strength of an ordinary person, was powerful enough to shatter several of Gu Jiu's teeth.

Then, Shen Bei grabbed Gu Jiu's chin, and with a casual flick of his lips, he formed a provocative arc: "A captive, so-called, is someone whose desires overcome their reason. You are very irrational. At this moment, you should make fewer useless shouts and pointless struggles."

Gu Jiu's hatred burned like fire as he twisted his body: "If you have the guts, hit me again!"

A flicker of amusement passed through Shen Bei's dark eyes, his tone slightly teasing: "You? You can't even beat me, and you want another round? What, haven't had enough beatings? When Heaven-Shaking Slave was dying, why didn't he ask me for another chance? Can't you be a bit tougher? Where's the royal family's unyielding spirit!"

"What!"

Gu Jiu's eyes widened, an expression of extreme shock on his face, his voice hoarse, his bloodshot eyes revealing a frantic, hysterical quality: "You, you killed Heaven-Shaking Slave, this… how is this possible!"

"Why isn't it possible?" Shen Bei laughed: "We're all ordinary people, no one has an extra leg, so if you're meant to die, you die."

At this point, Zhuang Bifan interjected, asking, "If you tell me who cut off Heaven-Shaking Slave's arm, I might just spare you some face."

A hint of weariness appeared between Gu Jiu's brows: "Why should I tell you? What are you to me!"

Shen Bei patted his cheek and snickered.

He drew his long saber.

"Kill me, if you have the guts to kill— Ah!"

Gu Jiu was still shouting.

Zhuang Bifan's first steel needle had already been hammered into Gu Jiu's left collarbone.

With the slight 'thud' of the long nail entering his flesh, Gu Jiu's body suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilating instantly.

His strength receded like a tide, unable to gather, and he almost turned into a puddle of mud.

Then, Shen Bei placed the blade on Gu Jiu's chest, specifically targeting the thickest muscle, and began to cut downwards, little by little.

Like slicing cheese.

The muscles began to curl.

Blood gushed out.

Gu Jiu screamed in agony, his cries heartbreaking.

"You don't have to talk, I'll see how long you can hold out. We'll see if your bones are harder, or my blade is!"

Shen Bei didn't care about special treatment for captives.

To put it bluntly, whether Gu Jiu lived or died made no difference.

"I'll talk! Stop! I'll talk!"

Gu Jiu was not a tough guy after all, merely a flower of the royal family.

This slow torture, the psychological pressure, was even more direct than the physical pain.

"I don't know that person's name, I only know he came from the Huaxia country on earth's surface, and is now imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison of the Da Zhou Dynasty's Imperial City in the Central Continent."

Upon hearing this, Shen Bei put away his long saber.

He exchanged a look with Zhuang Bifan.

This situation… was a bit unexpected.

How did it involve their own country?

"Ten Heavenly Kings?" Shen Bei quietly asked Zhuang Bifan.

Zhuang Bifan shivered. He had thought it was another foreign Da Shouzi…

"Not necessarily, the Ten Heavenly Kings are just positions and honors. There are also some Martial Gods in secret departments within the country who don't show their faces much," Zhuang Bifan said.

"Now this problem is getting interesting." Shen Bei stroked his chin: "So, a Da Shouzi from our country has been captured…"

"Yes, that's quite unlucky."

In Zhuang Bifan's eyes, being imprisoned in the Imperial City meant there was almost no hope.

Following this, Shen Bei asked Gu Jiu some more questions about Heaven-Shaking Slave.

Then, Zhuang Bifan successively inserted the other four long needles into other parts of Gu Jiu's body.

His strength was sealed, and his eyes, nose, mouth, spiritual perception, and ears were all blocked.

Zhuang Bifan pulled out a sack, put Gu Jiu inside, and clapped his hands: "Done."

"Let's go."

Shen Bei hoisted the sack onto his shoulder and hurried straight towards the North Mansion exit.