1922 Won't Die That Easily

The man crashed to the ground as he looked at this ruthless little lady in shock before heading to the underworld.

Qiao Mu's attacks were vicious as she refused to waste her breath on anyone who said that they didn't know Fan Qiuhe. They were all sent to hell without exception.

She grabbed a young cyan-clothed man and routinely asked while holding her dagger at the other party's neck, "Where is Fan Qiuhe."

Her vicious actions had long freaked the person out of his wits, and he sputtered, "The-the young sir i-is up, up above!"

"Go!!" Qiao Mu gripped that person's collar and pulled him out of the encirclement like dragging a chicken. "Bring me to where Fan Qiuhe is!"

"Go—" Qiao Mu pushed him forcefully.

How did that young man dare refuse? He nodded repeatedly and led Qiao Mu into a passageway.

But just as his hand touched the wall, Qiao Mu threw out a thunder spirit talisman, which directly exploded on the young man's body.

A thunderbolt landed down on him like striking a withered tree. As a result, he flumped down onto the ground.

Smoke was coming off the person's body as he rolled about on the ground while groaning. He stammered, "You, why? Why did you!"

He didn't expect her to be so shrewd even though she looked so young. How did she figure out that he was tricking her?

Qiao Mu stabbed that person's acupuncture points with several needles.

That unlucky lad continued rolling back and forth while yelling. A horrifying pain deep in his nerves was getting multiplied countless times exponentially.

There wasn't a single place in his body that wasn't screaming in pain, and he hurt so much that he was drenched in cold sweat. It felt like several hundred needles were stabbing his head in a frenzy. That pain was simply driving him insane!

"You want to play tricks on me?" Qiao Mu stated nonchalantly, "If you don't answer honestly, I have several hundred methods to make you wish you were dead, yet still keep you barely breathing with a clear consciousness."

The man's body spasmed, and he howled in pain.

On the other side, Zhou Danjin and company had killed most of the cyan-clothed people, not accounting for those who had collapsed from heavy injuries and were at their last gasp.

Qiao Mu did not waste her breath on the man who was giving off black smoke from the thunderbolt. She lifted him up like a chicken and made big strides forward while dragging him like a dead dog. "Where, you say?"

"You, you won't find th-the young sir." The man finally revealed the truth. "Th-The young sir has long left to-together with th-the assistant faction master!"

"Be, besides, you people won't be able to leave from here at all." After saying this, the man's expression contorted.

Qiao Mu pressed on a point on his neck and snorted. "You want to die? It won't be that easy."

"Roar."

Qiao Mu turned around. She dragged that young man with one hand and positioned a crow repeating crossbow with the other, shooting five arrows in a row at the enemy.

The five crow-gold arrows pierced through a dozen zombie's heads.

Suddenly, the three white puppies who were originally squatting obediently in the corner started barking.

"Go!!" Wei Xu shouted while raising his arm.

Everybody prudently activated their defensive barriers before charging forward to fight the zombies at close quarters.

Cao Dan continuously instructed his students, "Be careful everyone! Careful not to get scratched by the zombies! Pay attention to defense! Defense!"

"Alright, Old Cao! Stop begging nonstop for them to be careful," Zhou Danjin said while rolling his eyes.