I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 1852 Torturing Mu Shaohua

At this moment, a gentle and mysterious voice sounded in his ears. It was the spirit of the Wutong tree, and she transformed into a little girl with clear eyes and a warm and healing smile on her face.

The Spirit of Wutong walked up to the people, observed them carefully, and then slowly spoke: "I can use my life force to replace the blood and essence in these two people. Although it can only replace them for a few months before it is exhausted, at least they won't die now. If we let this bad guy continue to absorb it, his injuries will heal, but these two beauties may not be able to hold on for even an incense stick."

"Okay, I'll separate them forcefully, and you inject life force into them at the same time." A glimmer of hope flashed in Liu Jun's eyes.

Although he didn't know these two beauties, he could see that they had some merit power and didn't look like bad people. It was more likely that they were forcibly controlled by Mu Shaohua.

If the deaths of these two beauties were caused by him, then it would be too unfair for him to bear the consequences.

Liu Jun slowly stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the hundreds of red threads. He took a deep breath, then yanked hard, and the red threads broke instantly. At the same time, the Wutong Spirit also began her actions. Her fingers gently brushed across the foreheads of the two beauties, and strands of green life force, like a stream, slowly flowed into their bodies.

All this was accomplished in a flash, and the two beauties and Mu Shaohua also opened their eyes.

It's just that because Mu Shaohua's martial arts was forcibly blocked, he suffered a backlash. Not only did his injuries not heal, but they got worse, so now he can't move.

The two beauties gradually recovered their vitality thanks to the vitality provided by the Wutong Spirit.

"Please change into these two pieces of clothes," Liu Jun handed over two robes.

In the cool breeze, Liu Jun's voice was particularly gentle, breaking the silence. There was not a single distracting thought in his eyes, the only thing that flickered was concern. He had specially prepared these two robes, hoping to bring them a little warmth and dignity.

The two beauties' eyes were blurred and complicated, and their bodies were still trembling from what they had experienced before. Their long hair was disheveled, their clothes were simple, and the mottled marks on their skin witnessed their pain. Facing Liu Jun's care, their first reaction was surprise, and then gratitude. They took the robe, their hands trembling slightly, as if they were trying to control their emotions.

As the robe was slowly put on, their bodies were wrapped in soft fabric, as if they had found long-lost protection. The wide sleeves of the robe gently brushed their cheeks, bringing a breath of fresh air and gradually stabilizing their breathing. Their eyes met, and they saw a flash of determination in each other's eyes.

Recalling the painful experience of being forced by Mu Shaohua, their eyes burned with anger. They will never forget the feeling of powerlessness and the shame of being humiliated.

At this moment, their emotions rebounded from the bottom, and their hearts were filled with hatred for Mu Shaohua. They tightly grasped the robes in their hands, as if they were their weapons of revenge.

They looked at Mu Shaohua as if they were looking at a dead person. They had already made up their minds that no matter what, they would make Mu Shaohua pay the price he deserved.

“Well, although you have woken up and your lives are temporarily saved, you only have a few months left.” Liu Jun sighed, his eyes revealing a hint of regret and helplessness, and said to the two beauties in front of him.

"We know, and we are very grateful to you." The two beauties answered in unison, with tears of gratitude in their eyes. Although they were in great pain when Mu Shaohua was taking their yin to replenish their yang, they were conscious throughout the process, so they also heard the conversation between Liu Jun and the Wutong Spirit. They understood that Liu Jun had done his best to save them. Although they only had a few months left to live, they were only endlessly grateful to Liu Jun, and on the contrary, they had endless hatred for Mu Shaohua.

"Hehe, you are Liu Qingxuan's helper, right? You came quickly. Haha, are you here to avenge those three people?" Mu Shaohua looked at Liu Jun and laughed strangely, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

Mu Shaohua obviously didn't know that Chen Haitao survived. He thought that Chen Haitao, Wang Xin and Xu Kai were all killed by him.
He was also very clear about the opponent's strength. Before he was injured, he had no chance of being a match for him. But now, he had no ability to resist at all.

Rather than being captured and tortured by the other party, it is better to provoke the other party, let him become angry, and kill him on the spot.

Liu Jun stood there with a stern look on his face, his eyes revealing an unfathomable chill.

"You two can take revenge as you please, just don't kill him. I'm going to keep him alive and torture him." Liu Jun ignored Mu Shaohua and turned to look at the two beauties, speaking in a cold tone. His voice sounded particularly clear and cruel in the night.

After saying this, he waved his hand, and a large pile of various torture instruments appeared on the ground. They were some horrifying iron hooks, chains and nails, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight, making people feel frightened.

Liu Jun naturally saw through Mu Shaohua's little trick, so he would not be fooled by this guy, but that didn't mean he would feel comfortable. Mu Shaohua looked at the pile of torture instruments, his face pale, he knew he could not escape this disaster. Hearing this, the two beauties' eyes flashed with gratitude. They understood Liu Jun's intentions, and they also knew that he was fighting for the last bit of dignity for them and giving them a chance to take revenge. Their eyes were full of complex emotions, hatred and gratitude.

"Thank you." The two beauties looked at each other, and each picked up the most deadly-looking torture device from the side and held it tightly in their hands. They knew that this was their only chance for revenge.

In the deep and quiet forest, Mu Shaohua's miserable screams echoed, like the howl of a night owl, making people shudder. Those desperate cries for help were his struggle on the edge of life and his cry of fear of death.

Women's tenacity and strength often explode with amazing strength after suffering serious injuries. Like an enraged lioness, they can launch crazy revenge desperately to defend their dignity and hatred.

Liu Jun witnessed all this and felt both shocked and admired. He saw another side of women, which was a kind of resolute and selfless anger.

Mu Shaohua spent his entire life pursuing the secret art of replenishing yin with yang, treating women as stepping stones and playing with them at will. He never thought that there would be a day when he would need help and feel the approach of death.

"Gong Qing, Gong Qing, where are you? Come and save me..." Mu Shaohua's cry echoed in the forest, but no one responded. He finally realized that he might have brought it upon himself and should not have come to this trial place, but it was too late.

Liu Jun frowned, and he sensitively felt that Gong Qing might be the manipulator behind all this. He was full of doubts. Who was Gong Qing? Why did he help Mu Shaohua? What secrets were hidden behind all this?
At this time, Mu Shaohua's consciousness gradually blurred due to the torture of the two beauties, as if he had fallen into a swamp, sinking continuously, and gradually being buried in mud from feet to neck. He felt suffocated, as if his life was being taken away bit by bit.

"Mu Shaohua, you are really useless!"

Just when Mu Shaohua thought he was finished, the sound of swords suddenly echoed in the air, followed by a disdainful scolding.

"The guy who was hiding his head and showing his tail finally came out!" Liu Jun snorted coldly and slashed the air in front of Mu Shaohua with a sword.

There was a clang of metal collision, and a slender silver sword appeared in the empty space. The silver sword body flashed coldly in the moonlight, which made people shudder.

There were some silver-white silk threads on the silver hilt, tied around Mu Shaohua, as if they were going to take Mu Shaohua away.

"Get lost!" Liu Jun shouted, and with a powerful thrust of his Dark Sword, he directly knocked the silver sword away. The sword light cut through the night sky, making a sharp whistling sound that sounded like the roar of a wild beast.

Seeing the silver sword being knocked away, Mu Shaohua almost despaired, but when he felt that the silver thread was still on him, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart. He tightly grasped the silver thread, determined to break free from this dangerous situation. Although his body was destroyed beyond recognition and was basically useless, he still wanted to leave here alive and didn't want to be tortured anymore.

It was just that a mysterious force had grabbed him again. He struggled in the restraint of this force, his arms waving, the muscle lines highlighted in the intense use. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, revealing great concentration and determination. His body seemed to be fighting fiercely with an invisible force, and every struggle was accompanied by the sound of skin tearing against the restraints.

As he worked tirelessly, he felt the weight of his body gradually lighten, and the force that was holding him back seemed to begin to slowly recede. His feet slowly left the ground, and his entire body seemed to be lifted up by a gentle stream of air, as if he were flying. The silver threads surrounded him, like a pair of invisible hands, gently lifting him up, allowing him to rise higher and higher off the ground.

Mu Shaohua's heart was filled with determination, and his face showed a resolute expression. He said coldly: "I will remember this grudge, and I will take revenge sooner or later." There was a hint of hatred in his voice, but he quickly suppressed the hatred and transformed it into a stronger motivation.

Liu Jun looked at this scene with a look of disgust. He shook his head gently, as if he was disdainful of Mu Shaohua's behavior and thought that the kid was a little stupid.

He casually threw out a ball of phoenix fire, and the flame, with a scorching breath, fell directly on the silver thread.

The moment the flame touched the silver thread, a "crackling" sound was heard. The silver thread quickly broke under the burning of the flame, as if it had been melted. Then, Mu Shaohua's body lost its support and fell from a height.

The place where Mu Shaohua fell was exactly where he was rescued. His body smashed a hole in the ground, and the dust flew. The scene looked a bit messy. At that moment, the air seemed to solidify and time stopped. Mu Shaohua's figure was looming in the dust, making it impossible to see his expression. However, the hands holding the silver thread tightly revealed his inner fear and despair.

Liu Jun stood in front of him, and Mu Shaohua's eyes flashed with despair and shock. He had seen the silver silk thread before. It was Gong Qing's weapon. It was made of ice silkworm silk that was ten thousand years old and was very hard. How could it be burned so easily? This scene made Mu Shaohua feel dazed. He didn't understand what kind of fire could make Gong Qing's weapon ineffective so easily.