Lin Mu chuckled, his right hand emitted a plume of black qi again. The black qi swiftly engulfed Yitian's entire body. Soon, Yitian felt a sense of great relief, as if all the poisonous insects in his body had been driven away. Although his throat and several key points on his body were still bleeding, the injury meant nothing for a zombie-like little devil like Yitian, so he stopped groaning, gasping heavily.
Lin Mu placed his hands on his hips, glanced at Yitian, "Alright, I don't want to waste time on nonsense. Quickly tell me what I want to know, or there won't be room for negotiation next time, and I'll ask you again after you've suffered enough for an hour."
Yitian looked at Lin Mu. He had just experienced that feeling of being unable to live or die, and if he had to endure it again, Yitian would rather die immediately.
