The iron chain pierced the woman's body and wrapped around her neck, which was as white and graceful as a swan.
There was no trace of distress on Mingyan's face, but a faint smile.
Wow!
The young man pulled the chain expressionlessly.
Chang Tianliu smiled and followed obediently.
"Don't want to say something?"
Even though her lute bone was pierced, she was not discouraged.
The woman was looking at Wang Jin with interest and allowed him to drag her forward.
"There must be some reason why you sent him away. Is it possible..."
She turned her head and looked at Song He not far behind her, and then suddenly moved closer to Wang Jin.
"You want to do that?"
The hair that covers the body slowly falls down, giving it a mysterious and mysterious beauty.
Chang Tianliu stretched out his slender fingers, starting from his neck and gently stroking downwards.
A plump and proud chest, an abdomen without a trace of fat, a delicate navel, and a flat belly.
The woman tried to guide Wang Jin's gaze and make him look where he shouldn't.
"That kind of thing? It's not impossible."
Wang Jin withdrew his gaze and nodded seriously.
"Chopping you up really does take a lot of weight off."
"But splitting vertically from the middle seems a bit..."
"But since you said so, I still try my best to cooperate."
The young man snapped his fingers, and the Scarlet Arms roared excitedly.
He turned to look at the woman and asked seriously.
"Start?"
“…”
The woman's expression froze, and her smile froze on her face.
He was using a honey trap here, but in Wang Jin's eyes it was like cutting along a dotted line.
She found that something was wrong with this kid's brain circuitry.
"cough."
The woman coughed awkwardly.
Maybe it's to change the subject, or maybe it's to show your own value.
She spoke again.
"I can tell you a lot of things."
"For example, what was this place originally..."
Unfortunately, she was interrupted mid-sentence.
"This is the site of the Forgebolt."
Wang Jin slowly shook his head.
"The guy who was poured into the pillar was a former prisoner."
"Xiao Baifen is about to be born, and those crazy dragons are about to break through their restraints."
"The only way to survive is to go down, to deeper places."
"You don't know what's there, after all, you're already locked in here when you open your eyes."
"I didn't hear about the Mud Dragon King. Maybe it's your immortal bones?"
"Seventeen years ago, you appeared here because you wanted to get back the rare items for Chang Tianqing."
"Actually, you didn't join him in making trouble back then. In his eyes, you were more like a disobedient sister."
Every time Wang Jin said something, the woman's eyes would dim a bit.
Until everything was said, the smile on Chang Tianliu's face completely disappeared.
"Anything else you want to add?"
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and looked at Chang Tianliu.
The latter's face turned pale and he was silent.
Valuable information, insignificant information.
These things are almost transparent in Wang Jin's eyes.
Even the secret she planned to keep until the end in exchange for a chance of survival was casually revealed by Wang Jin.
This made her feel fear for the first time in a long time.
"Your only value is to help me suppress the shark transformation."
Wang Jin tugged on the chain, his face still expressionless.
"It's better to be honest. If anything happens, we can talk about it later."
"Understood."
The woman nodded seriously.
The unruly look on his face completely disappeared, replaced by an animal-like docility.
Maybe she can kill the young man in front of her with one tail.
But at this moment, Wang Jin's power is disappointing.
In this way, Chang Tianliu became dispensable.
She no longer has the capital to be arrogant.
“…”
Wang Jin remained expressionless.
But I was secretly relieved in my heart.
He didn't really want to kill this woman.
Only by minimizing the value of the other party can you make a transaction that is most beneficial to you.
Wang Jin still showed no interest in Xiao Baifen, and tried his best to frighten Chang Tianliu.
What he said is half truth and half reasoning, and the accuracy is not high.
Just over ninety percent.
What gave him the most confidence was the sentence "This is the site of the Furnace Bolt."
The Bolt of the Furnace is a subordinate department of the Administration Bureau.
It is also a prison for the ghost story world.
It's different from the company's containment philosophy.
The Crucible Bolt doesn't require researching anything.
Their job is to lock up those horrible things.
Until forever.
The way these people deal with problems is also very special.
There is no need to consider cost and impact, only absolute safety.
As long as there is an abnormal situation, they will not hesitate to pull the safety bolt.
The liquid metal in the furnace will pour down in an instant, burying employees and prisoners at the same time.
Regardless of whether high temperatures will vaporize people.
This is no different from the gangsters building people into concrete pillars.
When he saw what was inside those bronze pillars, Wang Jin instantly figured out the key.
At that time, the Administrative Bureau was still the eagle dog of the imperial court.
They used this dirty method to deal with one Liuxian after another.
And now, the prisoners are about to be freed.
Their first reaction is definitely to rush out of the Peach Blossom Pond and prepare for revenge.
Because of this, Wang Jin concluded that "the way to survive is below."
The little white grave that has never disappeared should be at the same location.
Boom——
As soon as Song He rushed out of the hall, there was a collapse sound behind him.
The majestic and exquisite building fell apart and slowly sank.
Countless bubbles rose, and Wang Jin subconsciously looked up.
The inspiration warning just had a very slight reaction.
Unfortunately, the bubbles blocked his view.
"Wang Jin!"
Songhe's voice sounded.
He was not far behind Wang Jin and had an unusually wide view.
"That's Wei Shanhe!"
Listening to Song He's cry, Wang Jin narrowed his eyes.
Vaguely, the broken figure can be seen.
He is still wearing his training clothes.
There was no head from the neck up, instead there was a mass of dark mist.
When Wang Jin attacked Wei Shanhe, he stuffed the clone of the Infant-Head-Belly Corpse God into his mouth.
Then the big row head was stuffed in.
Looking at it now, Da Paitou, a guy who is related to both the Nanyang Master and the Mud Dragon King, has become a necessary condition for some kind of reaction.
The Yingtou belly corpse god and Wei Shanhe have reached a subtle state of coexistence.
Mixed and confused, but indistinguishable from each other.
And Wei Shanhe’s original head…
Wang Jin recalled the direction in which he kicked out, then turned to look to the other side.
"Wei——Mountain——River——"
A shrill roar came.
A dull crashing sound can be heard vaguely.
There is also a sound like kicking a ball.
What a coincidence.
Wang Jin kicked Wei Shanhe's head onto the big black coffin.
The thing in the coffin wanted to kill Wei Shanhe in his dreams, so he certainly didn't want to waste this great opportunity at this moment.
So it is desperately chasing the human head, trying to crush it into meat patties.
Just this direction...
Wei Shanhe is obviously still conscious.
At this moment, Tiantong Yan was under his command, raising his head and rushing towards Wang Jin crazily.
The body over there seemed to feel the movement as well.
After howling twice, he turned his head slightly.
So three auras locked onto Wang Jin at the same time.
Click——
A fine breaking sound sounded.
The bronze pillar completely collapsed, and dozens of pairs of golden eyes lit up ferociously, looking around.
Finally, stare at Wang Jin.
"Damn... I really caught up with the timing."
The young man took a deep breath and laughed softly.