The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Jiang Ning's tone was very light, even with a hint of a smile, but it made Jiang Ning feel icy cold.

Huang Ying stared blankly at Jiang Ning.

She saw no lust in Jiang Ning's eyes, only coldness and murderous intent.

"Let go of my daughter!"

Seeing Jiang Ning gripping Huang Ying's neck, Huang Bolu's eyes widened in fury. He struggled to get up from the ground to stop him, but his injuries were too severe to allow him to stand.

Jiang Ning glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, unmoved, and continued to look at Huang Ying. When he found that she still didn't speak, his smile faded a little. He slowly increased the pressure in his hand, lifting her even higher as he tightened his grip.

"Uh……"

Huang Ying's feet left the ground, a look of pain appearing on her face, her brain gradually becoming oxygen-deprived.

"Let her go! Let her go!!"

Huang Bolu's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely.

Jiang Ning released his grip, and Huang Ying's body fell to the ground.

"Cough...cough..."

Huang Ying lay on the ground coughing violently, her face turning an unnatural color.

Tell me Ren Yingying's location.

Jiang Ning's calm voice rang out.

"Even if I tell you, it's useless; you can't kill the Holy Maiden."

Huang Bolu's voice was weak.

"Your martial arts skills are indeed very high, but in today's martial arts world, high martial arts skills do not mean you can do whatever you want."

Huang Boliu looked up at Jiang Ning with difficulty: "Do you know why so many people went to Shaanxi to deal with your Huashan Sect last year? It's because they were poisoned by the Three Corpse Brain God Pill."

"We took the Holy Maiden's Three Corpse Brain God Pill, and every year we have to rely on the antidote given by the Holy Maiden to suppress the corpse worms in our bodies, otherwise we will surely die."

Huang Bolu said haltingly, "You chased and killed the Holy Maiden, almost killing her. If the Holy Maiden had died, all of us would have died. When the corpse worms flared up, we would become ruthless and demonic. If you really killed the Holy Maiden, we would not let you go. We would drag the Huashan Sect down with us."

"Actually, the Holy Maiden did not send all of us to Shaanxi before. Those few thousand people were just the tip of the iceberg. If the Holy Maiden dies at your hands, you and the Huashan Sect will surely suffer our crazy revenge."

Huang Bolu did not threaten Jiang Ning; he was merely stating the consequences of Jiang Ning killing Ren Yingying.

Jiang Ning's face remained expressionless, as if he was not frightened by Huang Bolu's words.

Seeing that Jiang Ning was determined to find out Ren Yingying's whereabouts, Huang Boliu gritted his teeth. He looked at Huang Ying, who was barely clinging to life, and was torn between his feelings.

He was poisoned by the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, but Huang Ying was not.

After struggling internally for a long time, Huang Bolu looked up at Jiang Ning, his eyes bloodshot.

“I can tell you, but you have to let my daughter go.”

"father."

Upon seeing this, Huang Ying looked at Huang Boliu.

"I only have one daughter. You must let her go, otherwise I won't tell you."

Huang Boliu's tone was resolute.

Jiang Ning remained calm upon hearing this.

"You said."

Huang Boliu stared intently at him: "You must promise to let my daughter go!"

Jiang Ning laughed.

“I am not someone who is threatened or coerced by anyone. You have no right to bargain.”

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's words, Huang Boliu's face turned extremely ugly.

We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board.

Jiang Ning is telling him this very principle.

At this moment, Huang Bolu was once again caught in an internal struggle.

After a long while.

“The Holy Maiden did indeed come to my place.”

Huang Bolu gritted his teeth and said, "In January of this year, the Holy Maiden came to my place and asked me to prepare a boat. I don't know where she was going, but I saw that she was heading towards Hangzhou."

January? Hangzhou?

Jiang Ning's eyes flickered slightly.

He was still at Mount Hua at that time.

It's almost May now, and Ren Yingying may no longer be in Hangzhou.

Where might she be now?

Jiang Ning inquired.

"I do not know."

Huang Boliu shook his head, seemingly afraid that Jiang Ning would think he was lying, and then continued, "We are all subordinates of the Holy Maiden, and I dare not ask where the Holy Maiden is going."

Jiang Ning glanced at Huang Ying and said, "Ren Yingying also knows her martial arts."

The meaning is self-evident.

Huang Boliu said with a wry smile, "Ying'er's martial arts were given to me by the Holy Maiden, and I taught them to Ying'er."

A long time ago, he did something for Ren Yingying, and in return, Ren Yingying rewarded Huang Ying with a martial arts manual. Other than that, she gave him nothing.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything, she just looked at him.

The atmosphere in the air is becoming increasingly dangerous.

Sweat beaded on Huang Bo's forehead: "I really don't know. If I knew, I would definitely tell you."

At this point, Huang Bolu seemed to remember something and said, "I remember now. When the Holy Maiden came, she was accompanied by two people. One of them was Ping Yizhi, and the other was her wife. They left with the Holy Maiden and only returned later."

Ping Yizhi?

Jiang Ning knew this person.

Known as the "murderous doctor," he kills one person to save another.

Where is he now?

Jiang Ning asked.

Huang Boliu shook his head: "Ping Yizhi left Kaifeng last month and went to Luoyang. You can go to Luoyang to find him. He may know the whereabouts of the Holy Maiden."

Luoyang?

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that Jiang Ning was thinking, Huang Boliu said urgently, "I have told you everything I know, please let my daughter go!"

Jiang Ning snapped out of his daze, heard Huang Bolu's words, and turned to look at Huang Ying.

Huang Ying still felt a little breathless and leaned against the pillar, breathing with difficulty.

Jiang Ning looked at Huang Boliu and asked, "Where in Luoyang is Ping Yizhi?"

Anyway, Jiang Ning will be going to Luoyang eventually, so this is a good opportunity to go and find him.

"This... I don't know."

Huang Bolu hesitated for a moment.

It's not that he didn't want to tell me, it's that he genuinely didn't know.

Jiang Ning said directly, "Draw their faces."

Although Jiang Ning knew of Ping Yizhi, he did not know what the other person looked like.

Upon hearing this, Huang Bolu struggled to his feet, picked up a brush and paper from under the fallen desk, dipped them in ink, laid the paper flat on the ground, and began to paint.

Huang Bolu was a very skilled painter; he quickly sketched out a person's appearance, making it lifelike.

Jiang Ning looked closely and saw that it had an extremely large head, two tufts of rat whiskers, and a very ugly appearance.

After drawing this person's appearance, Huang Boliu began to draw the appearance of another person.

This is what appears to be a woman.

Huang Boliu put away his pen and looked up at Jiang Ning.

"This is a portrait of Ping Yizhi and his wife."

After saying that, Huang Bolu continued.

"Spare my daughter."

Huang Boliu stared intently at Jiang Ning.

"If you want my daughter, you can have her serve you tea and water, do anything you want, just please spare her life."

Jiang Ning carefully examined the two portraits and memorized them.

Upon hearing Huang Bolu's words, Jiang Ning did not turn around, but instead swung his sword, the tip of which sliced ​​across Huang Ying's neck.

"Uh……"

Huang Ying opened her eyes wide.

"Ying'er!!"

Huang Boliu's eyes were bloodshot as he looked up and glared angrily at Jiang Ning.

"I've already told you everything I know, why did you still kill her! Why!!"

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow.

“But I never said I would let her go.”