Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Xia He skipped over, nudged the prisoner on the ground with her toe, pointed at him, and asked Cheng Mo and Wang Zhenqiu, "What should we do with this guy?"

Wang Zhenqiu tried to jump up with a somersault, but then touched a sore spot and his lips twitched: "Hiss! This guy is one of the leaders of a kidnapping gang. If we wake him up, we'll have to interrogate him to find out where their hideout is and how many people they have."

Xia He asked in confusion, "Didn't I see the people from Na Du Tong controlling the scene? Aren't you going to hand them over?"

"Hand it over? I'll hand it over my ass!" Wang Zhenqiu got angry as soon as he heard this, and his voice rose.

"I was fighting tooth and nail up front, and those bastards just ran off without a word! You think I'd hand them over? Hand them over to their ancestors! I'll find out the truth myself, wipe out that scum's den, and then I'll show them the results, no matter where they are, and see what they say!"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Your idea is good. I have another question: what if we kill them during the arrest? Will that be a problem?"

Wang Zhenqiu forced a pained smile: "Don't say we killed them intentionally. Just say they resisted too fiercely, we defended ourselves, and accidentally went too far and killed them. Wouldn't that solve everything? Do we need to be so particular about dealing with scum like that?"

Xia He clapped her hands, her eyes shining: "Yes! That's how it should be! Golden Retriever, you finally said something human!"

Wang Zhenqiu: "...I've always been speaking in plain language."

He glanced helplessly at Xia He, then looked at Cheng Mo, "So, Uncle Cheng? Interested in coming with me to wipe out this scum's lair?"

Cheng Mo flexed his wrists: "Then find a place. We can't just interrogate them here, it's too bloody and might scare the kids."

Wang Zhen patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me." After saying that, he picked up the unconscious guy, pushed off with his feet, and ran into the depths of the alley.

Cheng Mo and Xia He followed behind.

Wang Zhenqiu carried the person and ran quickly, winding his way through secluded spots, and soon stopped in front of a rusty iron gate. He looked around, kicked it open, and crawled inside.

Inside, there were piles of broken planks and scrap materials, covered with a thick layer of dust that danced in the light.

Wang Zhenqiu waved his hand to brush away the dust and threw the person directly on the ground.

The man in the gray jacket groaned in pain as he was thrown, slowly waking up. His eyes were initially dazed, but then turned fierce as he struggled to get up.

"Awake?" Wang Zhenqiu crouched down, a bright, almost excessive smile spreading across his face. "Hey bro, wanna chat?"

The man in the gray jacket glared menacingly and spat, "Go to hell..."

"Hey, you've got guts." Wang Zhenqiu rubbed his hands together. "Then I won't hold back."

He stretched out his finger, the tip glowing with a faint light, and quickly touched the gray jacket.

"Love's Killer Chicken - Touchscreen Version!"

The man in the gray jacket suddenly stiffened, then began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. His face flushed red, then turned deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, strange hoarse sounds came from his throat, his eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped uncontrollably from his mouth.

"How was it? Was it good?" Wang Zhenqiu asked with a smile, lightly tapping the other man's ribs with his fingertip.

"Ah!" The man in the gray jacket let out a short, satisfying cry, his body arching like a shrimp.

"Looks like it's working well," Wang Zhenqiu said with a grin. "Can we talk properly now? Where's your hideout? How many people are left?"

The man in the grey jacket, veins bulging, forced out the words through clenched teeth: "You...are dreaming..."

Cheng Mo suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped on the gray jacket's wrist, twisting his heel slightly.

Click.

A faint cracking sound was heard.

"Ah!!!" The scream from the man in the gray jacket rose an octave.

Cheng Mo then reached out and pressed down on a certain spot under his ribs.

Gray Jacket curled up like a shrimp, a mixture of soreness, numbness, itching, and swelling rushing to the top of his head, causing his muscles to twitch uncontrollably.

Xia He also came over, squatted down in front of the gray jacket, and said with a look of disgust, "What are you people doing?" As she spoke, she touched the gray jacket's shinbone with her toe.

"Hiss!" The man in the gray jacket gasped. The blow seemed light, but it hurt terribly.

"Especially those who kidnap children and women, they're the worst kind of scum," Xia He continued, this time aiming her toe at the same spot on the other person's other leg. "You have no skills yourself, so you make money by bullying the weak? Did your mother leave her conscience in the placenta when she gave birth to you?"

"Ah!" The man in the gray jacket cried out in pain again, cold sweat pouring down his back.

That pink-haired girl's feet are so sneaky!

Cheng Mo switched to the other side and poked him again in the nerve-rich area under his armpit.

The gray jacket suddenly felt half of his body go numb, and saliva uncontrollably flowed out.

Wang Zhenqiu added with another massage: "Hey bro, your facial expressions are terrible, they're too ferocious, it's an eyesore. Hurry up and tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."

The three of them chatted amongst themselves, their hands and feet busy, targeting places that caused extreme discomfort but not enough to cause fainting.

The man in the gray jacket felt like he was being slowly tortured, except that it was his nerves that were being tortured.

"I...I'll talk..." His mental defenses completely crumbled. "I'm...I'm..."

Suddenly, his body jerked violently, his eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs became bloodshot, and his skin turned gray and black at a visible speed. Then, his flesh began to rot and peel off, making a "sizzling" sound.

"What's going on?!" Wang Zhenqiu was startled and quickly took a half step back.

Cheng Mo frowned and pulled Xia He away as well.

Within seconds, the gray jacket completely rotted and melted before the three men's eyes, leaving only a few pieces of fabric and a pool of foul-smelling mud.

The warehouse fell silent instantly.

Wang Zhenqiu, Cheng Mo, and Xia He looked at each other, staring at the puddle of mud on the ground that was still bubbling slightly, and remained silent for a moment.

Xia He covered her nose and said in a muffled voice, "This...this makes us look really silly."

Wang Zhenqiu looked disgusted: "What kind of gang is this? Did they poison all their core members? They're always trying to cover their tracks with corpses?"

Cheng Mo squatted down, carefully examined the puddle of mud, and then looked around at the ground. He shook his head: "This isn't poison."

"Not poison?" Wang Zhenqiu and Xia He looked at him at the same time.

"It's a Gu poison." Cheng Mo stood up. "Judging from their modus operandi and the way the Gu poison manifests, it should be the work of the Medicine Immortal Society."

"The Medicine Immortal Society?" Wang Zhenqiu was shocked. "Is this also related to the Medicine Immortal Society?"

Xia He immediately chimed in, "You know about the Medicine Immortal Society? Tell me quickly! Those guys followed us before, trying to poison us with poison! It's disgusting!" She remembered the guy she met on the train with Cheng Mo.

Wang Zhenqiu turned to look at Cheng Mo, grinned, and gave him a bright smile—if you ignored the fresh bruise around his left eye, the smile was quite infectious: "These guys are pretty brave; they even dare to mess with my martial uncle."

Cheng Mo looked at him.

Wang Zhenqiu's smile remained unchanged, and even became brighter.

Xia He laughed: "Golden Retriever, you're quite good at judging the situation."

Cheng Mo said calmly, "That's called admitting defeat."