"Is this the idea of Patriarch Song?" She raised her eyebrows and asked, staring at the cultivator who was pressed to the ground by Tunyun and had difficulty breathing.
The monk was trembling all over and unable to get up. He said nothing but just looked at the young man in red in front of him in horror.
"You won't tell me? It doesn't matter. I can take you back to the Song family and ask you about it. Don't even think about dying. If you die, I will use you to feed my little beast."
She spoke slowly and glanced at the man on the ground. She was not afraid that he would commit suicide because she had long seen that this man was afraid of death, otherwise he would have committed suicide the moment he was caught and would not have waited until now.
"Watch them." Fengjiu ordered Tunyun to watch over the two of them, while she walked out and first went to Duan Ye's room to check on his condition.
"This idiot." She couldn't help but curse, and she really fell into his trap.
At that moment, she took out the silver needle and pierced Duan Ye's acupuncture points to wake him up first. Unexpectedly, as soon as he woke up, he swung his fist at her face with fierce hidden power. She quickly blocked it and said unhappily, "It's me."
After coming to his senses, Duan Ye heard Feng Jiu's voice and was surprised: "Why are you here?" He sat up quickly and felt that there was nothing wrong with his body. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, nothing happened. I thought I was hit!"
"Are you okay?" Feng Jiu glanced at him strangely, stood up, and flicked her robe: "Do you think you're okay?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Ye's heart sank slightly, and he had a bad feeling. He said, "I seemed to have fainted after smelling something, but now that I've woken up, I'm fine, isn't that right?"
"Let's go next door to see Ning Lang first." She said, and turned to walk out. Duan Ye followed her quickly. When they arrived next door together, they saw Ning Lang, who was also sleeping soundly.
He watched as Fengjiu came forward, took his pulse, and then pricked his acupuncture points with silver needles to wake him up.
"Um?"
Ning Lang slowly opened his eyes, and was startled when he saw Feng Jiu sitting beside the bed: "Feng Jiu? Why did you come to my room?" He sat up and saw Duan Ye was also there, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "You are all here! That's good, I tell you, I heard some noise when I was asleep, did you hear it? I think it was someone sent by the Song family."
"Since you knew all that, why did you let yourself be tricked and put yourself in danger? Do you think you have too long to live? Why didn't you know how to respond at the first moment?" She looked at the two of them, her voice cold and sharp.
The two were silent for a while, looking at each other, and then looking at Fengjiu waiting for his next words. When she woke up, she saw that he had an angry look on his face, and it was obvious that something was wrong.
"Poisoned, a chronic and severe poison, death within three days. This man is quite cruel. We just had a fight during the day, but he sent people to take your lives at night." She leaned on the bed with her arms around her chest. Her beautiful expression was cold, and a chill flashed across her eyes.
She suddenly felt her hands itching again for this kind of vicious person who would easily take someone's life.
Hearing his words, Duan Ye's face darkened, and he exuded bloodthirsty murderous intent, while Ning Lang widened his eyes in astonishment and shock, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"No way? Sending people to poison us? Or using such a sinister method? Do you want us to die quietly in three days, so that no one can find out who poisoned us? Who did such a sinister and vicious thing?"